Xiaole walked behind Xiaotong with his head down. His face looked particularly red under the shadow of the fire. I don’t know if it was because of the fire or Wu Fei’s words, he seemed uncomfortable, like a big girl, sitting down close to Uncle Guo.

"Remember your promise." Uncle Guo said with a smile. He handed the roasted golden steamed bun in his hand to Xiaole, and handed the other steamed bun that had not been taken off and the branches to Xiaotong. He took the gun on the ground from the side, stroked the straps to the gun, and grabbed them all in his right hand with the gun. He held them flat and pointed at Wu Fei, and said angrily: "Today I want to teach you to recognize the gun."

Uncle Guo’s sudden statement made Wu Fei frightened. What was surprised that he finally recognized him, but what was afraid was that his entrusted just now always made him feel a little uneasy.

"What? Don't you want to learn?"

Uncle Guo asked in a teasing way when he saw that Wu Fei was not as happy as he imagined.

"I think so much."

Wu Fei responded quickly, but while talking, he still looked at Xiaole sitting next to Uncle Guo, tearing steamed buns little by little.

For some reason, Wu Fei always felt that Xiaole had a different taste from others. Whether it was Xiaotong, Simazi, or even the friends from the past, it seemed that they were less than him.

"You should know the name of this gun in my hand?"

Uncle Guo's words pulled Wu Fei's eyes and thoughts back, and he replied: "Well, Xiaotong told me that this is the 38th Great Brief, a standard weapon for the Japanese and puppet troops."

"Do you know what a standard weapon is? Why is it called a Type 38 rifle?"

Uncle Guo raised two questions in a row, and Wu Fei naturally couldn't answer it, but Uncle Guo had no intention of waiting for him to come back. He continued: "Before deciding to use a gun, you must first understand the gun. What I mean by understanding does not mean knowing its name, but all its performance."

"This gun was launched in the 38th year of Meiji, that is, in 1905, at the RB Tokyo Koishikawa Artillery Factory. It was modified from the Type 30 6.5mm rifle."

Uncle Guo probably hadn't talked about this knowledge with Xiaole and Xiaotong before. They both listened to Uncle Guo's explanations like Wu Fei.

"Its gun body is 1.275 meters long and the barrel is 0.769 meters long. After installing the Type 30 bayonet, the entire gun length can reach 1.7 meters, which is almost as tall as you and Xiaoleren."

Xiaotong was a little unhappy when he heard Uncle Guo’s words. He was the shortest and thinnest among the three. In his heart, Uncle Guo was revealing his "scars".

"I just mentioned that the prototype of this gun is the RB 30 rifle. After improvement, in order to prevent sand and dust from entering the battlefield from entering the bolt, causing the bullet to get stuck and other poor operation, an arched dust cover was added to the bolt. It is because of this cover that it is called the 38th cover." Xiaotong's dissatisfaction was regarded as not visible by Uncle Guo. He pointed to the dust cover on the bolt and introduced it.

"I'll break this gun up now, please watch it."

While talking, Uncle Guo put down his gun, took off his coat, and put it on the ground. After looking at each of the three of them, he picked up the gun again.

Although Wu Fei had the ability to remember everything, he was still afraid that he would miss Uncle Guo's move and stared at his hands without blinking.

Xiaole should have been able to remove the gun long ago, so he didn't even raise his head and was slowly tearing the steamed buns given to him by Uncle Guo, little by little. I don't know if he was thinking about his worries or eating the steamed buns on purpose. However, Xiaotong, he was also quite interested in removing the guns and sat directly next to Uncle Guo, of course, the purpose was to see it more clearly.

Uncle Guo pulled the bolt and pulled out the five bullets in succession, and then pushed the bolt to the top of the seat, then pulled the bolt backward until the bolt was stuck. He took off a small iron piece on the left side of the gun body with his left hand, which was the bolt lock.

Seeing that Uncle Guo had made a few moves before taking off a small iron piece, Wu Fei suddenly felt that the gun was more complicated than Sister Ping's short gun. This idea made him more energetic.

After Uncle Guo removed the bolt lock, he flipped the gun, reached to the trigger, and gently pressed the button on the edge of the trigger ring, and the bullet casing bounced out. This was composed of several M-shaped elastic iron pieces. Uncle Guo put it next to the small iron piece that he had removed earlier.

After removing the magazine, Uncle Guo pushed the gun backward, took out an iron ring at the junction of the barrel and the guardrail at the front of the gun, then pulled the entire gun forward, unscrewed a screw at the wooden handle at the tail of the gun with his hand, took off a small piece of iron fixed to the tail of the gun by the screw, and removed the wooden piece covering the barrel, and then took off the entire barrel from the gun.

It was not until this step that Wu Fei was truly clear that the structure of the 38th large cover was far less complicated than that of Sister Ping's short gun. He sighed softly, and could remember it clearly than this complicated one, let alone it was easier.

Uncle Guo's movement did not stop. After removing the barrel, he took off the two iron ring clamps that fixed the gun body forward and backward. The barrel and two guardrails immediately separated. He pulled out the bolt from under the gun body, then took out the striker, twisted out the cover behind the striker, poured out the striker and the spring inside the striker, placed all the parts on the clothes in an orderly manner, and then stopped the movement of his hands.

"This is the structure of the 38th large cover. Have you seen clearly the movement of the gun just now?"

Uncle Guo seemed to be trying intentionally. Wu Fei knew that his next sentence should be "Can you reassemble it?"

"I've seen it clearly and remembered it clearly."

Wu Fei answered confidently, it wasn't him crazy, but the structure of the 38th bulb was too simple. He believed that not only him, but Xiaotong beside him could easily assemble and restore the gun.

Uncle Guo smiled. His smile was not like the previous ones, but a satisfactory smile. If Wu Fei could have the supernatural power to see through people's minds, then he would know that Uncle Guo was pleased with such an apprentice and successor.

"Okay, you put it on."

As expected, Wu Fei was a little proud. Without saying a word, he picked up the firing pin and followed all the movements of Uncle Guo just now, from behind to front, and did it again.

When Wu Fei's last move stuck the iron piece on the bolt lock, Uncle Guo praised him twice: "Not bad! Not bad!"

"Mr. Guo, I have learned it too."

Xiaotong shouted aside, as he seemed to care about being praised by Uncle Guo.

"Okay, they are all good."

This is probably the first time Xiaotong heard Uncle Guo praise him after he went up to Erma Mountain, which made him a little excited. Wu Fei could see that he was very surprised, and even the surprise circles were slightly red.
Chapter completed!