Gil was very surprised. He didn't expect that this girl was being watched by a group of people, yet she was calm and confident.

He felt that the only reason why the boys pushed her to the stage was because she was a beautiful girl. Maybe everyone was wrong and Natasha was indeed qualified for this job.

Natasha now announced the identity prepared for her by the school in a somewhat mechanical way.

"Classmates, I am Natasha Petrovna Kharkova. I went to school in the Tver District of Moscow. I served as a militiaman and participated in the Moscow Defense War. I have certain shooting skills and technical and tactical abilities. I want to

, as the second deputy director of the club, it is necessary for me to teach everyone the skills I know. I won’t say any nice words. I heard that everyone intends to join the army after graduation, so I think I can guide everyone in shooting.”

She is indeed a Muscovite! No wonder she has a different temperament from the capital.

Suddenly, a girl named Angeleva asked in a loud voice: "Comrade Second Deputy Minister, is that true? You hit the target four hundred meters away."

It was a girl. Natasha had never spoken to her just now, and she had never thought of saying the first sentence in this way.

"Yes! It's all true."

"Ah~ So, can you teach me how to shoot next time? I don't have high requirements. I just need to accurately hit a human-shaped target 200 meters away. It doesn't matter how many rings."

Natasha nodded. She estimated that the other two girls in the club must be talented people with some abilities.

The main purpose of this meeting is to elect a second deputy minister.

The matter is over, and the result is exactly as Nikita expected. For the position of second deputy minister, the boys must have a shooting competition to determine the winner. Suddenly a beautiful girl comes, what else can she earn? Let the girl take priority.

The huge activity room quickly became deserted. It was late at night and everyone was eager to go back to the dormitory.

Including Gil, he also ran away in a hurry, leaving Natasha, who was left behind by Minister Nikita, confused.

Now, there are only two people in the activity room.

"Comrade Minister, if you have anything you can tell me now. No need to make it too mysterious, you should have just said it," Natasha said.

Nikita shrugged: "It's too late to say it now. In fact, it's not a big deal."

"Oh? But you're still dragging your feet until now."

"It's about the arrangement of our club's activities. Maybe you don't know, but there is a citizen shooting range near our school. If you look carefully, you can occasionally hear faint gunshots during class on weekdays."

When Nikita mentioned it, Natasha used her brain to recall some strange noises, and intuitively she knew they were gunshots.

What's so strange about the sound of gunfire? Having been on the battlefield for a long time, she has long been accustomed to the sound of gunfire.

"The club has obtained the right to use the citizens' shooting range. It is a slightly larger shooting range and is now used as one of the training bases for the militia. In a sense, we are all militiamen. The school has applied for permission for us, and we all have

You have the right to train.”

"Like now? Can we go too?" Natasha asked quickly.

"Yes. They will close the testing ground at ten o'clock in the evening, but the bullets they deliver to us are limited. I think how long we stay at the shooting range mainly depends on how many bullets we have to shoot."

"What about the cost of the bullets?"

"It belongs to the club's activity funds, and the school is responsible for it. Of course, if you have money, you can also buy more bullets for practice. Believe me, that is not a good option."

"Why? Is ammunition expensive?"

"Of course!" Natasha undoubtedly asked about Nikita's pain point. "It's unbelievable. Three rifles cost one ruble. Who can afford such consumption? The price of ammunition at the civilian shooting range was not like this in the past."

"Before? How much was that?"

"It's only five kopecks, the same as the public bus fare."

In fact, even if a bullet costs five kopecks, not many citizens will go shooting target. The most enthusiastic ones are veterans and young people who love new and exciting things.

But veterans will still be happy to buy bullets.

Before the war, the average monthly salary of state-owned factory workers in the Soviet Union was often only fifty rubles. Spending five kopecks on a bullet was really a luxury.

Now? Even more luxurious!

Natasha shrugged: "Well, if I go shooting, how many free bullets can I get?"

"Twenty." Jill said solemnly.

"Ah, twenty pills is already a lot."

"It's still not enough. When you were a militiaman, you only fired so few bullets. I think to train a good marksman, he must shoot at least five hundred bullets or more. Kharkova, you have never shot in this life

How many rounds of ammunition."

What a tough question.

Natasha would not tell him that she had fired more than two thousand rounds of ammunition this year alone.

She said casually: "A thousand rounds?"

"Wow! No wonder your shooting skills are very good. Now tell me the truth!" Nikita approached Natasha and looked at her seriously: "You...you are in Moscow, have you ever..."

"Killing the enemy?" Natasha asked coldly.

"Ah, yes, that's it."

"Is this important?"

"I'm just asking."

Looking at Nikita's frightened expression, Natasha guessed that there must be something else going on.

She shook her head and said seriously: "No. I did fight in the war, but it's a pity that I didn't kill the enemy. Otherwise, I would have a medal on my body."

Hearing this, Nikita felt a stone fall in her heart.

He continued: "I have developed precise shooting skills but did not kill a single invader. Maybe this is luck."

"No. The situation on the battlefield is really complicated. Even the most experienced soldiers will die on the spot if they are exposed rashly. Those German soldiers are definitely well-trained, otherwise our country would not be as passive as it is now."

"That's true." Nikita sighed, "In any case, our club just borrows the venue and firearms and ammunition for target practice. If we go to the battlefield, the situation will definitely be different. So your combat experience is very important. I hope you can

Be a very good teacher.”

"Well, I'll try my best."

Natasha is very confident in training them to shoot correctly. The club is like a low-level infantry company, organizing everyone to conduct simulated combat, and Natasha also knows a thing or two.

Nikita continued: "You will have a chance soon. After school this Thursday afternoon, all members of the club will go to the citizen shooting range to train."

"Okay, I will arrange my own affairs."

"The distance to the shooting range cannot be said to be far, nor is it close. It is nearly three kilometers away from the school. You are also a master of long-distance running. Of course you can get there quickly, but everyone is not used to a girl running on the street. I think,

You need a bicycle."

"Bicycle? I don't have one, but I can ride one."

Nikita pretended to be helpless and shrugged: "Oh? The situation is not too bad. I suggest you borrow it from your classmates. As far as I know, many of you in Class 6, especially the students who live in the city, go to and from school.

It's just a bicycle. You can borrow it."

Natasha doesn't like borrowing things. Does she have to borrow a car from her classmates? Who should she borrow it from?

Although she is not really a Muscovite, when Natasha went to school in Mozyr, there were only a few bicycles on the streets.

Why is this happening? It’s simply that the bicycles are out of stock, and even if they are available, the price is a bit expensive. As long as people have money in their pockets, people still give priority to buying long-lasting big bikes.

"Hey, who can I borrow a bicycle from? Isn't it a precious thing?" Natasha was a little embarrassed.

"No, if it's you, it shouldn't be difficult to borrow a bicycle. You can ask in class. As far as I know, your class leader Gil Ivanov has a well-off family, and his father works in the post office.

For a job like this, they not only have bicycles, but they probably also have multiple ones."

He actually went to borrow a pen from Gil, and he had already given him a pen as a gift. He was already embarrassed, so now he had to trouble him?

Wait! Jill has joined the club too!

Suddenly, combined with the words of Minister Nikita, Natasha felt that there was a hidden secret in this.

This Nikita, does he insist on teasing himself and Jill?

Is it necessary to have a bicycle? If this is necessary, you can definitely buy one, even if it is expensive.

"As for the bicycle, I think we can take it easy. After all, it's only three kilometers, so it's not a problem for me to walk there."

"Of course, I'm just a suggestion." Nikita said.

Natasha didn't stay any longer. She was so tired that she just wanted to go to bed early. Did she really ask Jill to borrow a bicycle tomorrow? Did he really have one? Natasha thought hard and decided that walking would be more reliable. She thought so for the time being.

.

Now she really doesn't want to get too close to Jill.

It's that tree-lined avenue again, the secret meeting of two people.

"I asked everything clearly. It is true that she participated in the battle as a militiaman. She did not kill a single enemy."

"Oh, that's great."

Nikita and Gil met just like that. As for Gil, he didn't want the girl he admired to have blood on her hands.

Women, if possible, they should try to stay away from war. Although women in the Soviet Union now have the right to go to the battlefield, it is best for them not to have the experience of killing enemies.

This is just Gil's personal thought. He feels that women who have killed people are prone to going crazy physically and mentally, even if that person is an invading army. A good-natured girl will become a useless person because of this.

Jill was happy that Natasha was still pure.
To be continued...