Bang!

Bang!

Bang……

The crisp sound of gunfires, frightening birds on the branches.

In the courtyard of the garrison brigade, there were a row of guards facing a row of scarecrows and practicing marksmanship.

"I hit the scarecrow's thigh."

Bai Latte put down the revolver in his hand. The barrel was faintly smoke from gunpowder.

Sunny day, no wind.

Fixed target.

Twenty meters distance.

One shot hits!

Broken scarecrow's thigh!

...Although I just aimed at the scarecrow's heart.

White Latte frowned, not satisfied with this result.

This is the muzzle tilting downwards and hitting the thigh. But if the muzzle tilting left and right, wouldn't it be off the target?

He took a few steps back, sat on the stone, and watched his colleagues practice guns.

Zhang Tie shot with a "bang"... shaved the scarecrow's head.

Zhao Yanjing shot with a "bang"... and repaired the scarecrow's foot.

Sun Shuike shot with a "bang"... The bullet disappeared, and the scarecrow was unscathed.

...

White Latte sighed in his heart.

"Everyone is ordinary people."

This is a wasteland world, with bullet supply tight, and every guard can only receive ten bullets every month. In addition to practicing marksmanship, some have to be left in case of emergency.

For most ordinary people, such a bullet can't be able to learn how to shoot!

Besides...

What they held was a revolver knocked out by a wasteland blacksmith with a hammer.

Their guns were revolver bullets knocked out by wasteland blacksmiths with hammers.

How straight and bent the barrel is…

How big and small the bullet is...

Actually, they all say differently.

In this case, it is difficult to require a good marksmanship.

Bai Latte looked at someone else for a while and it was not long before lunch time came.

More than a dozen colleagues turned around, talked and laughed, and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Shooting is really difficult to practice."

"I heard that there are natural sharpshooters in the wasteland world who can knock out flies with one shot across two hundred meters."

"Hahaha, brag."

"Anyway, I'm at this level. I'm just an ordinary person, not a genius. It's not interesting to practice."

"Yes, yes, we ordinary people can't get out of no matter how hard we practice."

"Besides, it's useless."

Bai Latte was walking in the team, still thinking about shooting skills. He felt that his wrist was too soft and practicing guns required better wrist strength.

When I heard my colleagues chat, the white latte refused to say anything.

I have been traveling through time for a year, joined the garrison organization for ten months and practiced guns for nine months. This revolver has never been used.

But, the marksmanship is...

No!

Can't be without it!

If you encounter danger one day, this is the trump card for survival!

"After practicing, I have made progress.

"At the beginning, I off-target guns. Now, I can't stop off-target."

White latte think about it.

"The scarecrow has a big chest and a thin neck.

"If my marksmanship is good enough to break the scarecrow's neck, then it's just a start."

The white latte touched the revolver slung around his waist.

It’s a pity that there are too few bullets, otherwise I would have practiced it long ago?

...

A group of people came to the street, and the cafeteria was on the other end of the street.

Although it is a wasteland world, there is no dilapidated scene.

The streets are very clean!

Gravel road, small building.

There are no weeds on the roadside, but there are carefully carved green plants, neat and dense.

The low building has been full of time, and there are pieces of dry clothes in front of the window, waving in the cool breeze.

"Actually, it's pretty good."

Walking along the street, you can see grain shops and butchers.

Of course, there is no fresh meat in the butcher shop, only bacon and sausage. On the wasteland, there is no refrigerator, and no one can afford fresh meat.

There are also blacksmith shops, carpenter shops, tailor shops... Some shops are still busy, and some go to rest for lunch.

The bookstore was not open today, but the hairdressing shop was busy.

The wasteland gives the white latte the feeling, like an ancient small town. There is no power system, but people are also farming, raising pigs, rushing iron and logging, and working hard to live.

The colleagues were still chatting.

"Zhang Xiaomei went on patrol the day before yesterday and seemed to have never come back?

"It seems to be missing?"

“Have you not found it yet?”

Zhang Xiaomei?

White Latte has a little impression, she is a chubby female colleague.

She hasn't returned on patrol?

While chatting, everyone came to the canteen door.

Chatting and making noise, people come in and out.

Bai Latte and Sun Shuike went to have a meal together, found a seat by the window, and had a meal together.

"It's a little clear soup again!"

Sun Shuike smacked his lips and sighed.

Today’s lunch is shredded radish noodle soup, without any oil. After all, in the wasteland world, meat is a luxury.

In the entire cafeteria, you can see oil flowers once a week and meat foam once a month.

Drink a sip of noodle soup with a mouthful of spicy radish.

Grinning, grinning, I couldn't bear it...

He possessed himself slightly and lowered his voice.

"When the salary is paid at the end of the month, we will go to buy a small piece of bacon."

A white latte is alone, and a single man in Sun Shuike is a kettle. Both of them are full and the whole family is not hungry. Once the salary is paid, you can be extravagant.

Sun Shuike emphasized the key points, agreed very much, and agreed deeply.

As for this meal... there is no way, just eat it!

The two of them picked up the bowl and went out for a walk to start drinking noodles.
To be continued...