Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1156 Old Sergeant, Your Soldiers Are Back!

Who hasn't had a childhood?

Qin Feng had a dream since he was a child.

It's like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator, wielding a powerful Gatling gun and unleashing a barrage of bullets.

However, such things are very rare in China. Only when you come to the Russian bear shooting range can you experience without restraint just how wild this so-called battlefield meat grinder really is.

The Gatling gun, also known as the Gatling machine gun or Gatling cannon.

If you combine it with a knee strike to launch someone into the air, and then shoot them at a 45-degree angle from above, that's called BBQ.

Just kidding. Originally, Hou Haifeng invited Qin Feng to give a little demonstration of the correct way to shoot conventional firearms.

I was thinking of just showing off a little to these honor guards who rarely have the chance to fire a gun, but I didn't expect Qin Feng to go all out.

The original Gatling gun was fixed on a stand because it was too heavy and had too much recoil, so this was the safest way to fire it.

But Qin Feng was so envious that he simply picked up a gun and dragged a long ammunition belt along with him.

Completely ignoring the warnings and dissuasion of the Russian firearms instructor on site, he pulled the trigger.

The six extremely powerful gun barrels began to spin wildly, and fire snakes rained down like a storm of pear blossoms. The overwhelming bullets directly hit the opposite side, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

But Qin Feng never fired randomly. He simply steadied himself in a horse stance and moved the muzzle of his gun slightly.

A dense hail of bullets rained down on the target, all hitting the humanoid target's head.

Not a single bullet hit below his neck.

"Awesome, hahaha!"

Qin Feng seemed to be having more fun than anyone else.

In particular, the recoil from the machine gun bullets made his hands feel numb and tingly, as if he had just had a massage.

If it weren't for its excessive weight, its astonishing rate of fire, and its enormous ammunition consumption...

He even considered getting one of these things to carry on his shoulder when going on missions in the future.

Even if the enemy is hiding behind a wall, a single combo can turn the wall and the enemy behind it into mincemeat.

But that's just wishful thinking; in practice, it's quite troublesome. At the very least, you'd need a logistics team to help transport ammunition.

A rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute, that's ten rounds per second; it's incredibly satisfying to fire, but the effort of controlling the ammo is agonizing...

"Damn, Qin Zhengwei looks way too violent!"

"Such a heavy thing, he carried it like a briefcase, and there was absolutely no recoil?"

"How can he keep the muzzle so steady? I just tried firing two shots, and my arm went numb from the recoil!"

When the bullets were all fired, puffs of white smoke billowed from all six barrels of the Gatling gun, but Qin Feng was far from satisfied.

He glanced back and then selected a heavy anti-sniper device.

After loading the bullets, standing still, I fired several shots at the farthest target.

The anti-sniper equipment's bullet caliber is so small that calling it a miniature cannonball is no exaggeration. Qin Feng was still firing in a combat-ready stance.

The burly Russians at the scene were all covering their heads, looking like they'd seen a ghost. This thing was lying on the ground with foam padding, and the recoil was enough to dislocate a shoulder.

This guy was still standing and aiming, just like before. After each shot, he could even press down on the muzzle to forcibly counteract the inaccuracy caused by muzzle ricochet.

"My God, this is absolutely insane!"

"Everyone says we are a fighting nation, but I think you Yan people are the real fighting nation!"

Qin Feng had a great time, and the honor guard members and cadets also had a great time watching.

At that moment, everyone realized that soldiers with combat experience and those who have never been on the battlefield are completely different things.

With that kind of imposing presence, one man could hold off a whole company without any problem.

Zhang Wei and his friends went directly to Qin Feng, rebelling against him, and asked him how to transform from a ceremonial guard into a soldier capable of real combat.

This scene almost made Hou Haifeng so angry that his nose almost crooked. How could they all be siding with outsiders?

After the shooting experience, everyone enjoyed skiing in the snow and ice.

Skiing activities are available, including snowboarding and skiing.

Although the people present were all soldiers, very few of them actually knew how to ski or had any experience with the sport.

Most people were just like tourists, having a blast, while others who weren't interested in skiing simply found a place to have a snowball fight.

Qin Feng wasn't very interested in skiing, but he found a snowmobile with a dozen or so lifebuoys tied to the back.

They rode motorcycles, carrying Qi Meng, Wu Jin, and a bunch of guys who all looked like adults but were still kids at heart, and started snow drifting.

"So exciting!"

"I feel like I've reached the climax of my life!"

"I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of my life!"

"We'll be companions in this mortal world, living a carefree and unrestrained life..."

While experiencing the thrill, the group became so excited that they started talking nonsense.

Qin Feng glanced back, then smiled mischievously and leaped through the air over a snowdrift.

At that moment, he was like Santa Claus flying through the air in a moose sleigh, while Qi Meng and his gang became gifts scattered all over the ground from the jolt.

They lay sprawled on the snow, one after another, and another was upside down, his head stuck in the snow.

But after getting up, most people, like kindergarten children, eagerly run back to grab a spot.

"One more time! One more time!"

"Let's fly higher this time!"

Qin Feng's smile held a hint of helplessness; the adventurous spirit was forever ingrained in the bones of this passionate young man.

Those who join the army, in particular, have a strong desire for excitement and danger.

So Qin Feng led them around and around, letting them frolic in the snow, and everyone had a great time.

The last part of the trip was taking a photo with a big black bear, which is one of the must-do activities when visiting a bear park.

You often see photos online of Russians raising black bears and riding motorcycles with them, which is how the Russians got their nickname "fighting nation".

These bears may look large and dangerous, but they are not actually very safe.

So, while everyone took turns coming up to take pictures, the Russian animal trainer stayed by their side the whole time.

"Hurry, hurry, it's my turn! It's my turn!"

Qi Meng couldn't wait to go up and take a picture with the black bear, and even made a peace sign.

Wu Jin was the same, as happy as a child visiting the zoo for the first time.

Everyone left behind unique and beautiful memories in this foreign land.

So much so that when they boarded the plane back home, they were still caught up in the happy and joyful time they had spent together.

The plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport, and Hou Haifeng and the others parted ways with Qin Feng to return to the Garrison Command to report back.

Qi Meng pushed his injured mentor in a wheelchair back to the military academy to continue their studies.

Qin Feng also plans to return to his alma mater to visit and, incidentally, to discuss Wu Jin's upcoming postgraduate entrance examination and the selection of his supervisor team.

Outside the airport, Zhuang Ping, who was also the guard and driver, was already waiting. After Qin Feng got into the car and told him his destination, Zhuang Ping started the car.

Looking out at the warm sunshine and towering buildings, I couldn't help but sigh that nowhere is as good as China.

Qin Feng took out his phone and made a video call, which was quickly answered.

He grinned broadly, his smile exceptionally bright: "Old sergeant, your soldiers are back!"