As the evening approached, the train pulled the whistle and started slowly.

The two of them were tired of sitting and were lying on the beds on both sides of the carriage to rest. Mu Yang closed his eyes and listened to the train making a clanging sound, which was very rhythmic, like a lullaby.

At this time, Xia Kejun suddenly said, "Brother Mu, can you shoot a gun?"

Mu Yang opened his eyes and looked through the aisle, and found that Xia Kejun was covered with a thin quilt and was looking over with her body.

"How, why do you want to learn to shoot?" Mu Yang said.

"Well, I want to learn how to protect myself, so that I won't be a drag on you in the future." Xia Kejun said.

Mu Yang thought for a while, got up and inserted the car door and pulled the curtains.

"You really want to learn?"

"Yeah, I really want to learn."

"Okay, I'll let you know the gun first." As he said that, he touched his back, took out a mullet gun and placed it on the small table.

Seeing the gun Mu Yang took out, Xia Kejun's eyes widened. She really didn't expect that Mu Yang would actually carry a gun, but she didn't notice it at all the way over.

In fact, this was taken out by Mu Yang from the space, just pretending to put it on the back.

"Is this a pistol?" Xia Kejun asked curiously.

"This is a Mauser pistol, made in Germany, also called a muffle gun, but this gun is a bit big and not suitable for girls." At this point, Mu Yang took out a pistol from his back and put it on the table.

"Ah, you still have a gun." Xia Kejun said softly.

"This one is called the Southern Pistol. It is made in Japan and Chinese people call it the turtle box. However, this kind of gun produced in Japan is not very useful and loves to get stuck. It is smaller than a squat gun, which is more convenient for girls to hold."

Mu Yang said as he removed the magazines of both guns, pulled the bolt to confirm that there were no bullets inside, and then handed them over to Xia Kejun.

Xia Kejun took two guns and looked left and right.

Mu Yang stood up and sat on Xia Kejun's bed, explaining to Xia Kejun the structure of the gun, where is the bolt, where is the sight, how to grip, how to aim and launch.

While the professor was holding the gun and aiming, Mu Yang hugged Xia Kejun from behind, covered his big hands on the small hands holding the gun, lifted the gun and pointed it in front of Xia Kejun's ear, "It is best to hold the handles with both hands, eyes, sight, and target three points and one line, then gently hook the trigger and fire."

Xia Kejun only felt that his ears were blown by the wind when Mu Yang spoke, which made him feel itchy and uncomfortable, and his body felt a numbness, and his ears were already red.

Actually, if you teach me how to use it, do you use it? It’s purely because Mu Yang bullies the little girl and doesn’t understand it, and is taking advantage of it.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the carriage, and both of them were doing very slowly and gently. Mu Yang's mouth was getting closer and closer to Xia Kejun's ear, and the crystal clear and jade-like ear, I really wanted to go up and take a bite.

Mu Yang shook his head and interrupted his thoughts. It was too early to be so scared that he was afraid that Xia Kejun would be scared.

"How is it, do you remember?" Mu Yang gritted his teeth and held back his impulse and spoke.

"Well, remember, three points and one line."

"Okay, let's try the feel when we hit the gun a few times. When we arrive in Zhangjiakou, there is a suitable place to let you really practice target shooting. You must know that a good gunman is fed by bullets. Only by shooting more and practicing more can you shoot accurately."

"Well," Xia Kejun nodded unconsciously, but she felt that her side face had already scratched Mu Yang's face, which made her even more embarrassed.

He reluctantly let go of Xia Kejun, and Mu Yang continued to explain with his pistol: "The effective range of the pistol is about 50 meters, and it is only used as a close-range auxiliary killing on the battlefield. If you go far, you must use a rifle or a real sniper rifle to shoot the target."

"So when you really need to shoot in the future, don't shoot at will, find the right time and distance. It's best to hit the target at 20 meters, so that the chance of success will be greater."

Mu Yang explained carefully that he is now a real master of gun playing. These two pistols were dismantled in his hands to explain the structure of the pistol. For a person who uses a gun, if he wants to truly understand the gun, he must understand the structure of the gun. Only in this way can he understand it in his heart and shoot well. Generally, masters of gun use are masters of dismantling and repairing guns.

If the pistol gets stuck in the battle or other faults occur, you can solve it yourself with a gun expert, at least you won’t be at a loss.

Mu Yang said a lot. Xia Kejun has a good memory and it is not difficult to learn. He remembered most of what Mu Yang said.

"Okay, now you have only the real gun practice left. After you finish practicing, I will find an opportunity to get you a good gun. These two guns are stupid. It's okay for men to use them, but they are not worthy of you." Mu Yang put away his pistol and said to Xia Kejun with a smile.

When Xia Kejun heard Mu Yang's words, he smiled and was praised by the man he liked, and the woman felt sweet in her heart.

The relationship between Mu Yang and Xia Kejun was a bit weird at first, but after contacting him, Xia Kejun found that Mu Yang was really a good man, capable, knowledgeable, and handsome, and now Xia Kejun is really a little moved.

In fact, from the initial meeting and appreciation to the later love, it is only one step. When this woman likes the man more and more, it is not far from falling in love with this man.

The train walked overnight. The next morning, the train stopped at Xuanhua Station for half an hour, and then continued to go on the road. Xuanhua Station is only 30 kilometers away from Zhangjiakou, and you can reach Zhangjiakou in one hour at most.

The two got up and looked at Xia Kejun who was awake at Haitangchun. Mu Yang couldn't help but take a few more glances. Xia Kejun was still a little unwilling to let go and hurried to the dressing room of the car to wash.

Mu Yang smiled and took out two buckets of instant noodles and soaked them in boiling water. There was not much time, so just breakfast was just a little bit.

After eating instant noodles and ham sausages, Xia Kejun felt very curious. Is there such thing in the Republic of China now? Looking at the colorful advertisements and texts on the packaging box, I think it is definitely not a cheap thing, but the taste is really good.

Zhangjiakou finally arrived. After the train arrived at the station, Mu Yang took Xia Kejun's hand and walked out of the car. At this time, the two of them had a lot of natural movements, just like a real lover. Mu Yang stretched out his hand, and Xia Kejun naturally handed his hand to Mu Yang.

The train station is on the edge of the city. Although it is a big station, it is only a dozen bungalows, which looks a bit dilapidated.

After leaving the station, you could see farmland in the distance. Passengers were walking out in a sparse manner. Muyang and Xia Kejun walked out. They were dressed in bright clothes and quickly got on a few rickshaws. They said with great strength: "Mrs., take the bus? It's still a long way from the city. Our car is sure to be fast and stable."

"Yes, we know everything in the city, so we will definitely send you there." Other foot strength also said.

Mu Yang turned his head and whispered in Xia Kejun's ear: "Are you going home first or staying there temporarily?"

"Don't go home. Let's stay in a hotel for the time being. I don't want my uncle and the others to know about this."

Mu Yang nodded, "It's OK, then let's stay in a hotel." Then he turned to the coachman and said, "Two cars, take us to the best hotel in the city. Remember, it's the kind of safe and trouble-free hotel." Mu Yang did not forget to warn.

He was careful when going out. Although Mu Yang was not afraid, it would be annoying if he caused trouble. So he said it in advance, saving the guys who had bad intentions in the coachman, mainly because he was carrying Xia Kejun with him now and did not want to be exposed.

"Don't worry, Yankelou is a time-honored brand, do you think it is?"

Mu Yang looked at Xia Kejun, a native of Zhangjiakou. Xia Kejun nodded. Although she was a girl and was not very familiar with Zhangjiakou, she had heard of the name of Yankelou.
Chapter completed!