Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui made a phone call to his uncle Duan Hua, thinking about going home. Duan Hua didn't care about the pre-examination at first, it was just a pre-examination anyway, Yang Rui passed last year, and this year he's opened up again, there's no reason not to pass. Since I passed it, there is no need to care about it. After all, it is not a college entrance examination, so I can't really decide anything. But the first preliminaries are different. It's not easy to be the first in anything, let alone an exam that students from all over the province and across the country take. Even if some people don't think hard, the first is the first after all, which means surpassing everyone. Duan Hua was already so excited on the phone that he didn't know what to do. He encouraged Yang Rui a few words, promised to send someone to watch his laboratory, hung up the phone, and called his sister as soon as possible. Rui's mother understood, she was so happy that she almost broke the phone line. She immediately called back the receptionist at Westburg High School. Yang Rui had to make a special trip back to answer the phone. Rui's mother redialed the phone according to the agreed time, and the old man sitting outside could hear it clearly: "Come home tomorrow, our family will serve you a celebration, please come and congratulate all relatives and friends Have the transcripts been issued? Bring the transcripts back for everyone to see, understand?" What Yang Rui heard was beaming, and he said in a coquettish and ridiculous way: "I'm planning to go back tomorrow. There's no need for alcohol, and it's not the top scorer in the college entrance examination, it's just a preliminary exam." In his tone, Yang Rui also had strong confidence. For him, there is really no difference between the pre-examination and the college entrance examination. As far as the level of middle school education in the 1980s is concerned, he has never seen any off-topic problems. All he needed was to adapt to the examination mode of this era. Now that he has proved that he has adapted, if he takes a similar examination, he will not get a low score. Rui's mother seemed to have more confidence in him, and she could hear a smile on the phone: "The first place in the pre-examination must also be done, and if you are from all over the world, ask, whose son has won the first place in the pre-examination? " "Don't think about it. We are the first to hold a wine here because of the pre-examination. If I fail the college entrance examination, others will not laugh at our family?" "You don't understand, that's it, we have a wine "Rui's mother said with a very good reason: "Is it true that you are number one in the pre-examination? Right, since it is really the first in the pre-examination, it is the number one in the province. It is right for us to serve wine, and, You also said that the college entrance examination is not good. After the college entrance examination is over, there will always be people from all over the world who are admitted to college. They serve wine and we also serve wine. How can it appear that my son is good? At that time, no one will pay attention to the fact that he is the first in the pre-examination. Well, if you don’t hold the wine now, when will you hold the wine?” Yang Rui suddenly had a feeling of “what you said is so reasonable, I can’t even refute it”. After thinking for a long time, Yang Rui whispered: "Why don't you discuss it with Dad? Let's make a decision like this. If you lose face, it will be his." After all, Secretary Yang is also a secretary of the township party committee. It's still a first-class celebrity, if he puts wine, there must be a lot of connections with Comrade Yang Feng. In case there is any unhappiness, it is naturally Comrade Yang Feng's unhappiness. Rui's mother hesitated for a moment, and said: "You come back on time tomorrow, I will tell him." Yang Rui suddenly found a breakthrough, and quickly said: "I may not be able to go back tomorrow." "I will ask you to pick you up." " People may not be able to find me when they come." Yang Rui insisted that he didn't want to attend a banquet just for the pre-examination results. It was useless for Rui's mother to be furious, so she had to agree not to serve wine for the time being, but asked Yang Rui to come back tomorrow. Only then did Yang Rui agree, and secretly wiped his sweat. This is the house of the secretary of the township party committee, and Yang Rui sent his family back some time ago. If you change to an ordinary family, the first thing you want to do in the pre-examination is to hold a banquet. the next day. Yang Rui left before the first bus arrived in Xibao Town and returned to Xizhaizi Township. He took the dilapidated truck that delivered goods from Xi County to Xizhaizi Township, but it was Yang Feng who made a special call to make the other party wait for a day before Yang Rui could take the car. This is a rare good treatment. In Yang Rui's impression, although he was often able to get a car in the past, it was rare for his father to come forward.

This alone can explain the status of the pre-examination results in Yang Feng's heart. It seems reasonable to think about it carefully. The secretary of the county party committee who was dismissed and imprisoned for cheating on his daughter two years ago did more than just make a simple phone call for the results of the college entrance examination. People waited, all of them were greeted by him. According to Yang Rui's thinking, now that he is the first in the pre-examination, it seems that he can pass the college entrance examination with a high degree of certainty. Father Yang Feng is a little happy, and it is only natural. However, he still underestimated the excitement of Comrade Yang Feng. At 8:15 in the morning, the truck drove to Xizhaizi Township. Before entering the main street, there were two loud bangs from both sides. Yang Rui was still wondering, two bronze cannons with a history of at least a hundred years were exposed on both sides of the slowly moving car windows. artillery! Yang Rui's first thought turned out to be rebellion. No matter how big his brain was, he couldn't figure it out, except for rebellion, who would be full enough to move out these two old grandpas. However, there are obviously more than one or two people who are full and panicked. Hearing the sound of the cannon, a large group of militiamen in green uniforms ran out from the shadows, shouting frantically, and raised the Type 54 and Type 56 in their hands, squeezed the trigger, and fired bullets into the sky. "Bang bang bang" and "swish swish" gunshots can be heard endlessly. At first glance, it sounds like being on a battlefield. If Yang Rui hadn't seen that their target was obviously not him, he would have run away now. He has never seen this before, except for some explosion effects in the laboratory. In just a few seconds, in Yang Rui's view, it was no less than the celebration scene of the African Revolutionary Army on TV. Those faces looking up to the sky and laughing, chatting loudly, and those AK47-like firearms make people feel extremely illusory. However, the assault rifles and bronze cannons obviously couldn't show everyone's enthusiasm, because Yang Rui had already seen that someone pushed a heavy machine gun up a small hill, and several familiar faces waved to Yang Rui happily while firing a bullet Put the chain on, adjust the position slightly, and punch it out with a "puff puff". Against the backdrop of dozens of assault rifles, even the sound of machine guns was not so obvious. Yang Rui even took the time to adjust his posture and carefully observe the double wheels and shield of the machine gun that appeared in the movie "Shangganling". "I don't worry about shooting people..." Yang Rui said to himself while the heavy machine gun was reloading the belt. The truck driver was so calm, he smiled and said, "The militia trains. We often go to the side of the road to train. No one has ever been hit." "Wouldn't you go a little further?" Move." The truck driver's question made sense. Just for a while, I am afraid that several boxes of ammunition will be fired. Yang Rui was at a loss for words. He felt that the scene in front of him was too Spartan, and it didn't look like it happened in China at all. 30 years later, the air guns will be confiscated, and those who hide a few bullets at home will be jailed. Who would have thought that the militiamen in 1982 could shoot with bullets at will, and they were just on the side of the road, using bullets. It's still a heavy machine gun. The truck pulled to the side of the road slowly. Yang Rui hesitantly got out of the car, and saw his father Yang Feng coming up with a smile, patted Yang Rui's shoulder with his left hand, and said, "Good job, you got the first place in the exam? Where's the notice?" A Thompson submachine gun, in order to read the notice, handed it to Yang Rui. Poor Yang Rui has lived for more than 30 years, and he almost got thrown out before he got a real gun. "American gun?" Yang Rui gripped the handle of the gun again, carefully rubbing it twice. The Thompson submachine gun is probably one of the most well-known guns. The image of American gangsters shooting the audience with a Thompson submachine gun has appeared on the big screen more than once. Yang Feng first confirmed that the score on the notice was indeed "628 points", and then passed it on to the people behind him, and then he said with a smile: "The 15 types of firearms that were actively prepared for war in 1970 were all changed to domestic ammunition. The gun has also been changed." Wei Lin, the captain of the militia, went on to introduce professionally: "Thomson has changed from 11.43mm to 7.62 pistol for Type 51. The chamber pressure has increased by 50%." Yang Rui nodded. Understand, and then asked: "Are you here to pick me up?" "Nonsense, otherwise, I can leave all the work of the party committee and come to the side of the road to wait for you to shoot targets?" Yang Feng said and shouted: "Fill in No?" "Okay." Yang Feng laughed and said, "Listen to me, 3, 2, 1, let go." "Boom!" "Boom!" The two bronze cannons exploded again. Yang Feng said with satisfaction: "This voice is better." He then raised his hand upwards, and the submachine gun and assault rifle that had been reloaded were like free firecrackers, spraying unscrupulously into the sky, and the hot shell casings were continuously thrown out Fall, bounce and collide with the ground. "You want to play by yourself..." Yang Rui looked at his father's expression and expressed his helplessness. Yang Feng was also a soldier, and his fiery passion had not yet solidified. After firing one clip, he reloaded another clip. He stopped when he was satisfied, and asked, "Is this better than ten thousand firecrackers?" "Yes, The voice is too loud." Yang Rui nodded solidly, and said again: "The cost is a bit high." "By the way, I will be a militiaman for training, and our Xizhaizi Township will compete for advanced units this year. If we don't fire tens of thousands of rounds of live ammunition, we won't be able to make a report. ” Comrade Yang Feng implied that firecrackers cost money, and bullets were obviously reimbursed by someone. The militiamen next to him also took it for granted. From time to time, someone came to pat Yang Rui, said a few auspicious words, and punched a bunch of bullets in front of his ear.

Yang Rui thanked them one by one. The militia team in Xizhaizi Township is composed of young local civil servants and party members from public institutions. Yang Feng can order them as he pleases, and Yang Rui has to be obedient. Wei Lin, who was relatively familiar with the Type 54 submachine gun, shot into the sky for a while when he felt lonely. After a while, he apologized to Yang Rui and said: "I finished shooting the bullets for the anti-aircraft machine gun a while ago, and the superiors haven't given them any more. I haven't given them today." Bring it here, otherwise it will be lively." Yang Rui said sincerely, "It's lively enough."