Chapter Sixteen: Join (Three)
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The AK-47 comes in two basic variants: folding stock type and fixed stock type. The former Soviet Union has equipped its troops with the AK-47, and the Soviet Union exported the AK-47 rifle series and its manufacturing technology to countries around the world. Due to the astonishing cost-effectiveness of the AK-47 and its improved versions, many third-world countries, as well as Western military forces or anti-government armed groups, have widely used the AK-47 rifle series in various regional conflicts. In addition, many countries have produced copies or licensed productions, including East Germany, with a copycat model called Mpi-47, Israel's Galil assault rifle, China's Type 81 automatic rifle, and Type 56 assault rifle, among others. The design concept of the AK-47 has also influenced the design of infantry light weapons in multiple countries, including China, and it remains in production to this day, earning its reputation as one of the most widely used firearms in the world. Its widespread use is perhaps only comparable to that of the Mauser rifle and Colt revolver in the history of small arms, earning it the nickname "World Gun King".
"It is said that on the battlefield, this rifle has fully demonstrated its good combat performance and was well received by soldiers. Even American soldiers took a great interest in this rifle, with their slogan being: 'Throw away the M16, pick up the AK-47!' I rarely get to chime in, but it's because the reputation of the AK-47 is just too big, even a gun novice like me can understand a thing or two about it."
The black bear nodded in agreement: "Although the AK-47 series rifle is the most dazzling star in the 20th century rifle lineup, it is after all a product of the 40s and 50s. From a performance perspective, it also has many shortcomings: The AK-47's rifling pitch is too small, the M43 bullet's shape is poor, and when hitting the target, the bullet is too stable, resulting in poor killing effect. When the bullet leaves the barrel, there will be slight tremors at the end of the barrel, leading to decreased accuracy. The flight of the M43 bullet is unstable."
I nodded my head in appreciation, these guns and cannons, I used to think they were just cool when I saw them in movies and magazines, what boy doesn't like them? But in China's societal mechanism, except for joining the army, I never dared to imagine that I would have the chance to see a gun, let alone learn about them. Now a whole bunch of real ones are right in front of me, my excitement has taken over everything, looking at the yellow bullets in the magazines, it feels like the feeling of those few shots from the AK just now is back on my body, my shoulders also feel like they're being shaken by the recoil.
"It seems that these guns all have quite a kick, shouldn't be hard to handle, right? During training, is it like on TV, where you hang several bricks on the gun?" Thinking about how I'll soon be using these things to exchange fire with others, my heart feels a bit apprehensive.
"If you like it, I have no opinion." The black bear explained: "Relying on a mechanical gun to shoot out powerful bullets, it's impossible not to have recoil. When you use an electric drill, there is still a force! The recoil varies depending on the gun itself, for example, the AK and the M16 used by the US military just now have very obvious differences. If they were compared with anti-material sniper rifles, they would be even more different!"
He pulled out a huge handgun: "I think you should know that this Desert Eagle, this .44 and .50AE caliber weighing 2 kilograms has a well-known recoil, if you don't pay attention to the shooting method, it's very likely to fracture your wrist!"
"No way!"
The black bear smiled: "Of course, it's not that the recoil of the Desert Eagle can't be controlled. Everyone can do it after some practice and paying attention to details. These shooting techniques sound simple: don't let your wrist be too soft, keep it tight, straighten your elbow, use your shoulder to absorb the recoil, don't support the bottom of the magazine...".
Just as I was listening intently, the kitchen knife came in with several big bags and slammed the door open, putting things on the table excitedly shouting "Food is ready!"
The black bear put down the gun in his hand, patted my shoulder: "Go eat first, after you arrive in the United States to handle your identity, you will be sent to a US military base in Africa immediately, to receive six months of systematic military training, shooting is a must-learn! Your current rookie level, on the battlefield is almost impossible to survive!"
I was just wondering how I ended up being sent to a US military base for training, when I suddenly remembered what the chef had said before - that the Wolf Mercenary Corps and many countries have an extraordinary "understanding". In my opinion, it's likely that such a large military power like the United States, which is always idle and has nothing better to do than interfere in other countries' affairs, must have a special relationship with mercenary groups - especially large ones like the Wolf Mercenary Corps. It all made sense now.
I followed the black bear with a chattering tongue towards the table, secretly sighing in my heart: Africa!
"Ah... you'll learn a lot of useful things there, and only by passing their exams can you truly become a mercenary of the Wolf Mercenary Corps. No one wants a rookie holding them back in their team, because in war, they're all relying on each other for their lives! I dare say that place will be a place you'll never forget in your life, heh heh..."
I didn't sense any gloominess in the tone of the knife, but just hummed a little discontent with the title "菜鸟" (rookie): "Why recruit rookies if you're afraid of being held back?"
"Hey!" The kitchen knife glared and said, "We just said you have great potential, but didn't say your military level is that high! If it weren't for the fact that you're a talented person, I wouldn't be willing to waste so many words. In these few days, we've wasted more words than in an entire year!"
The change in tone suggests that they may not be as good-tempered as they used to be, and maybe being short-tempered is their true nature. Well, now that they've gotten what they wanted, they're not so polite anymore!
"You're currently at a level where you'd be dead meat if you encountered an experienced soldier on the battlefield! You can't even use a gun, how can you become a mercenary? Necessary military training is essential, it's what turns a civilian into a soldier who can survive on the battlefield."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" I responded casually, my eyes already drawn to the food on the table, the sumptuous dishes making my mouth water rapidly.
I swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and the vegetable knife saw that I wasn't seriously listening to him speak, so he indicated that I could eat now. A bout of gluttony allowed me to once again experience the happiness of eating my fill. Satisfied, I let out a contented belch and carelessly patted the laptop on the table, asking "What's the password?"
The kitchen knife opened the laptop: "This is my private computer, I can't tell you the password! But you can play with it."
The wolf head emblem reappeared on the screen, and I couldn't help but point at it and ask: "Is this... the symbol of the Wolf Mercenary Corps?"
The guy with the knife entered the password and pushed the computer over to me, saying "Isn't it cool?"
After finishing, he lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt on his left shoulder, revealing a solid muscle with the same wolf head tattoo. The only difference was that although the tattoo looked fierce and menacing, there was no blood on the eyes, wolf mouth, or knife. Unlike what I saw on the computer, the chef's knife seemed to sense my confusion, and with a strong slap of his right hand on the tattoo, Lang Yang slowly turned blood red under the flashing dim red light. The wolf's mouth and military knife also gradually became blood red, as if they were about to ooze out fresh blood.
