Ling Chengyan looked up and saw a company commander and the militia squad leader of the commune, along with the political commissar, standing with Zhang Hanchao outside the crowd. It was Zhang Hanchao who was asking the question.
"No. First time." Ling Chengyan replied calmly.
Zhang Hanchao smiled, took off his sidearm, and handed it to Ling Chengyan: "Would you like to try the pistol?"
Ling Chengyan glanced at him, didn't take it, but nodded.
Zhang Hanchao demonstrated, disassembling and assembling it. His movements were not fast, but most could not see them clearly.
Ling Chengyan took it, looked at it for a while, disassembled and reassembled it smoothly, and even faster.
By the second disassembly and reassembly, her movements were already smooth, showing no traces of a novice.
