Following Makar back to his ranch, before Wei Ran could find a suitable learning opportunity, the former led him directly into a garage filled with various tools.
"Bring the gun, I will help you maintain it."
As Makar said, he had already taken out a bottle of gun oil and various firearm maintenance tools from the drawer. , while lighting a cigarette for himself, he said, "Even if it's for taking pictures, at least it has to look clean."
Wei Ran opened his mouth, but in the end he honestly He handed the gun bag he had carried all the way to the other party.
Taking the gun bag, Makar opened the gun skillfully. Seeing that there were no bullets inside, he immediately began to disassemble it.
It can be seen that Makar often does this kind of work, so before he finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth, there was already a pile of parts on the stainless steel table.
While working for a while, old Jerry, who had performed the gun-drawing technique yesterday, happened to walk into the garage. .
After a chat between the two, Old Jerry took over the maintenance work of the gun parts, while Makar took out a stack of coarse sandpaper and began to polish the dirty wooden gun stock.
This firearm does not pay attention to any coating, especially weapons with wooden butts. Under the influence of long-term storage and moisture, once the wooden parts deform, it will even affect the shooting accuracy of the firearm. .
So no matter what, there is nothing wrong with Makar's operation. But as the traces of time were polished away with the sandpaper, a layer of worthless dust gradually spread on the clean tabletop, which inevitably made Wei Ran feel a little regretful.
At the same time, the old Jerry also used a large brush to wipe off the accumulated sludge on various parts, and then pointed the air pump gun at the disassembled barrel to remove the accumulated stains inside. It all blew out.
With the cooperation of the old man and the young man, all the parts on the table were cleaned and wiped with diesel oil, and then a layer of gun oil was applied.
This is not over yet. The old Jerry even used a spray gun he found casually to give the exposed metal parts a set of bluing, and even polished Makar's gun stock carefully. I carefully trimmed it with a large board file.
Although Makar did not translate, Wei Ran could also see clearly that the old man had also considered the impact that the deformation of the wooden parts might have on the accuracy of the gun.
As he watched and loved, Makar and Old Jerry were busy until noon, until the chef Sun who came with them from China had already sent in the rabbits that the tourists had shot in the morning. In the pot, the forgotten rifle has become brand new.
“Now is the last step.”
After communicating with Old Jerry, Makar said happily, “Old Jerry said that this gun might still be usable. , he is going to help us test-fire."
"Not actually"
Before Wei Ran could finish his sentence, Old Jerry, who had just walked out of the garage, took his shot.Two green canvas ammunition bags and a much smaller-looking 1 carbine were taken out of the car and waved to them.
"Let's go"
Makar waved to Wei Ran, followed Old Jerry to the birch forest not far away, and said enthusiastically, "Victor , if that gun can be used, how about we at least go hunting wild boars after lunch?"
"Makar, those tourists are the ones who need your focus, I'm just here to join in the fun. "Wei Ran reminded helplessly.
"It doesn't matter"
Makar said happily, "With Jessica and the others here, it will be okay without the two of us. You can also call Aurora, Meteorites are often picked up not far from where we hunt wild boars, and tonight we will have a bonfire party there, like cowboys in the 19th century, telling scary stories about the Indians.” p>
Exactly the same as Maozi
Wei Ran shook his head secretly. Even though Makar grew up in the United States, he is not much different from Russian men. He can be lazy as long as he can. Just leave the job to a woman without any psychological burden at all.
But since the other party said so, Wei Ran couldn't refuse, so he could only respond to you in a presumptuous way, "We'll discuss it with Aurora during the meal," which was considered perfunctory.
While chatting, a group of three people came to the depths of the oak forest. Old Jerry took out a piece of paracord from his pocket and pointed the refurbished rifle at a 45-degree angle to the ground. It was tied to an oak tree as thick as a thigh.
After shaking the rifle to make sure it wouldn't move, Old Jerry took out a clip from the ammunition bag at his feet, knocked it against the tree trunk and stuffed it into the chamber.
After finishing all this, Old Jerry took out another piece of paracord from his pocket, tied a knot in it and tied it to the trigger. Makar retreated behind a large oak tree.
Although there were only three of them alive near this forest, the old man still counted down to 321 in a serious manner in English that Wei Ran could understand, and then said "Wei Ran once" I heard "firethehoe" in various game movies, and then I pulled the rope in my hand.
"Bang"
There was a crisp gunshot, and an undetectable cloud of smoke emitted from the oak tree with a rifle tied to it about ten meters away.
After waiting for a moment, Old Jerry stood up and walked a few meters forward to take a look. Then he returned to the oak tree where he was hiding and pulled the rope tied to the trigger again and again.
When the shell of the last bullet hit the soft grass in a parabola with a crisp "ding" sound. The old man took out a new leak clip from the ammunition bag, knocked it and pressed it into the rifle again.
Repeating the process just now, a missing clip was emptied again. Old Jerry took off his rifle and pressed it in for the third time.He removed a missing clip, pointed the shoulder-end gun at the root of a big tree dozens of meters away, and pulled the trigger one after another.
After one piercing gunshot after another, the overly rigorous old Jerry handed the gun to Wei Ran with satisfaction, then bent down to pick up the ammunition bag at his feet and handed it over. At the same time, he was saying something.
"Old Jerry said, be careful when loading bullets, this gun likes to bite your fingers."
Makar helped translate, "So when loading bullets, remember Use your little finger to hold the charging handle."
"I will be careful."
Wei Ran nodded politely to the other party, put the ammunition bag on his body casually, and took out a leak. Clamp, imitating the other party's example, he knocked on the tree trunk, groping and pressed into the rifle.
Speaking of which, this was his first time using this kind of rifle, so it was inevitable that he was a little unfamiliar with its operation. But even so, there won't be any surprises based on the analogy.
After emptying a clip while Old Jerry and Makar looked on, Wei Ran curiously asked a question that he might be able to use, "Makar, suppose the gun is The bullet is not empty, or I only have half a bullet that is missing from the clip. How should I load it?”
Hearing this, Makar didn’t even think about it and translated it directly to Old Jerry, and then Explained, "I usually use lever rifles and SKS produced in the Soviet Union. Although I have shot this kind of gun, I really don't know how to answer your question, so I'll let Old Jerry demonstrate it."< /p>
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took out a leaky clip and handed it to Old Jerry. The latter quickly removed a few rounds of bullets from it, and then demonstrated it to Wei Ran carefully several times, while talking Shang Ye was talking nonchalantly.
Makar, who was watching the fun next to him, followed the interpreter and said, "Old Jerry said, just like what he just demonstrated, this kind of weapon can of course be loaded with a single shot, but it is too troublesome, and it is impossible to load it at all." It is not practical. Even on the battlefield of World War II, unless there is really only the last bullet left, most people choose to just replace it with a new full-loaded clip."
Hearing this, Wei Ran. I can’t help but nod. Although the 1 Garand is often touted as the most successful semi-automatic individual weapon in World War II, at least its convenience in loading bullets can really be outdone by the SVT40 in the metal notebook. so far away.
But after all, in World War II, which was dominated by bolt-action rifles, there was really no need to worry about such a small issue. And after all, as Old Jerry said, even on the battlefield of World War II, unless there are only the last few bullets left in your pocket, it is more realistic to be careful not to shatter the nail cap of your thumb with this weapon. consideration.
Once again, a missing clip was emptied. Old Jerry generously handed the 1 carbine he brought to Wei Ran. At the same time, Makar next to him took the rifle from Wei Ran. Then he also translated, "Old Jerry said that this carbine is far more comfortable and convenient to use than the 1 Garand."
Looked at itWith this short and powerful carbine in his hand, Wei Ran aimed again at the big tree dozens of meters away and pulled the trigger again.
In comparison, this gun is not only much lighter, but its recoil is also much gentler. In addition, it uses a magazine that seems to be more "normal" now, so naturally there is no need to worry. Finger safety issues.
Of course, even without asking, you can tell just by looking at the bullets in the magazine that this carbine, which is comfortable to use, is much less powerful than the Garand.
As for why Silly America didn’t consider crossing the Garand and Carbine, which also had the “1” number, it was naturally because they already had a nondescript weird thing like the bar.
After briefly experiencing these two individual weapons used by American soldiers in World War II, the three of them walked out of the oak forest together when it was time to eat.
It only took half an hour. When they returned to the pond, there were already more than ten wild boars placed beside the stove guarded by Chef Master Sun. Coupled with the two large stainless steel soup buckets filled with rabbit heads not far away, the tourists definitely gained a lot this morning.
This also reflects the difference between here and Yinta. There is a fee for hunting and hunting in Yinta. But it's different here, there are no fees at all
The farmers headed by Makar really want the people Suisui brought to kill all the wild boars and rabbits.
For this reason, these young tourists are really addicted to supplementing the bodies of small animals with metal elements.
However, the only unhappy person at the scene was Master Sun, who was squatting next to the wild boar carcasses and smoking. The uncle's sad face almost made Makar think he was a member of some extreme animal protection organization.
"Master Sun, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ran approached curiously and asked.
"Alas"
Master Sun sighed, stretched out his fingers holding a cigarette and pointed at a semi-large wild boar with a blooming butt directly in front of him, "One pig after another is coming to me. I pulled out at least half a kilogram of bullets from its butt."
"How did you hit it?"
Seeing Suisui coming over, Wei Ran couldn't help but ask, To be honest, even on the Berlin battlefield, he had never seen corpses worse than these wild boars. The bloody holes on their bodies were almost all over their bodies, so that the only places that could be eaten were by Sun. The master cut off the big pig's trotters.
Suisui smiled awkwardly and replied innocently, "Just set fire"
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