The rising sun has just risen from the horizon, and the sunlight shines through the few sparse trees on the mountain col and falls on the shooting range.

No matter what the third shift in a row does, it will always be a little earlier than the others. Today's target practice is of course no exception.

It was something that had been anticipated for a long time, and the weather was exceptionally sunny today, so everyone was indeed in a bit of a mood.

"Old Yao, look, there are birds there! I'll catch two later and give you some kidney nourishment at night."

"The white stork is a national second-level protected animal. If you shoot one, you will be sentenced to three years and five years if the circumstances are serious. If you don't repent, you will get another five years. If you are disgusting, you will get another five years. Go ahead, your kidneys need to be replenished even if they are not hungry...

…”

Yao Bing said to Zhang Xiaofan without raising his eyes. Everyone finally understood that old Yao's usually boastful skills were nothing compared to Zhang Xiaofan, a rising star.

Too many things like this have happened along the way. No one would expect Zhang Xiaofan to close his mouth anymore, so he just ignored Lao Yao for the time being and continued to play with his 95 with a soul.

formula to find the next target.

The shooting range is in a mountain col, with a semi-arc shape surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a row of human-shaped targets standing on the front. After sorting out the formation, the squad leader went to make a handover with the veteran who managed the shooting range. When the veteran looked at a group of recruits, he directly

Those who were carrying the big box of bullets and laughing heartlessly could only shake their heads and sigh, "It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of boiling water!"

"Everyone is here, stand at attention! Everyone is checking and correcting their guns, lying down and getting ready..."

The order was given, and everyone lay down on the ground very skillfully, aiming their guns at the target 200 meters ahead.

"Ten bullets for each person to test the feel first."

Zhou Bo opened the box of bullets and placed ten bullets in front of everyone.

"Monitor, ten pills are too few. It's not enough. Give me a few more pills."

The sharpshooter Zhang Da who was lying on the ground was still talking nonsense, even carefully loading bullets into the magazine while haggling with the squad leader with a playful smile.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, you'll shoot me later, I'm sure there will be enough bullets..."

When Yang Buxu heard the monitor's last long note, he knew that today was going to be bad. It's a pity that someone's IQ hasn't awakened yet. After hearing the monitor's answer, he still kept having fun. He didn't even look at it.

, even Ma Songhua's brain with only 125MB of memory and occasional lags can hear it, so why can't he react?

"Everyone is ready, target the humanoid target in front, shoot..."

boom……

Bang bang bang...

"Yang is not hungry! Why don't you shoot?"

Everyone quickly fired all ten bullets in their guns, except Yang Buxuan who was still stunned without firing a shot.

"Squad leader, the target is so big, where should I hit it?"

"I'm going to beat you to death. I've done it again. Don't you see there are a lot of circles on it? Make circles..."

Yao Bing next to him gave Yang Buxuan another slap on the back of the head before the squad leader could get angry.

Bang bang bang bang...

Yang Buxu, who did not dare to hesitate, followed Yao Bing's instructions and quickly ran out of bullets in the gun.

"Target report..."

"Target No. 1 has 75 rings... Target No. 2 has 80 rings... Target No. 5 has 85 rings... Target No. 7 has 97 rings... Target No. 10 has 45 rings..."

Zhou Bo beside him nodded happily after listening to the results. He felt pretty good. A solid foundation is the basis of shooting training. It is rare that Zhang Xiaofan is not bragging. He is indeed talented in shooting. He succeeded in shooting for the first time.

He was able to get a high score of 97 rings. I thought that the basic score was just like this. After taking a few more shots, he might not lose to Li Quan's second class. But when he heard that Yang Buxu only scored 45 rings, he almost took his hand.

The kettle inside was smashed.

"Yang is not hungry! What kind of gun are you shooting! Even a blind man can shoot more accurately than you! Here, shoot me ten more rounds, shoot well!"

Zhou Bo was still comforting himself. Ten fingers have different lengths. There is always a rat excrement in a pot. A few more shots will make things better. Yang Buxuan also takes this rat excrement very seriously in his usual basic training.

The movements are also solid and in place.

"You're not hungry, hold on tight. Fight hard, slow down, don't be in a hurry!"

Yao Bing cheered Yang Buxu in his ear. Seeing everyone staring at him, his hands, which were not very nervous at first, actually started to shake.

Bang bang bang bang...

"Target No. 10...Ring 45..."

"I'll beat you to death... Why are you playing so fast? No one is urging you! Look, you hit it crookedly again. Why don't you hit it in the middle circle?"

At this time, Yang Buxu seemed to understand something, and took 10 bullets from the hands of the livid-faced squad leader and put them into the magazine.

Bang bang bang...

Snapped……

"You're just a ball. I told you not to play so fast."

Yao Bing slapped her and immediately scolded her...

"Target No. 10...Ring 90..."

I thought I had missed the mark again, but I didn't expect that my score suddenly jumped to 90. At this time, Zhou Bo's expression softened a little.

"Okay, remember the feeling of shooting for the first time. Then silently fine-tune it in your mind. There are no bullshit tricks for shooting. To put it bluntly, you can reach 10 levels with a skillful gun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and fired all the bullets from the gun.

Bang bang bang...

"Target No. 5...100 rings..."

Lao Ban's move really shocked everyone. Unexpectedly, both Wu Siyi and Dai Gang's hands turned red!

"See, lying down, kneeling, standing, polish it off before dinner!"

Zhou Bo pointed at the large box of bullets on the ground and said to everyone.

"The 5 people on the left stand up! The 5 of you are responsible for pressing the magazines. After a set of actions, you have to fire ten magazines and change people to change guns. The time is 20 minutes!"

20 minutes? With so much time, it sounds like it’s not difficult. It’s just 30 magazines. Even Yang Buxu felt that Supervisor Zhou had become merciful and changed his gender.

Sure enough, the outcome of the matter is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface. The perversion and shamelessness of squad leader Zhou are often hidden under his boring appearance. 30 magazines were fired in a row, and even the man who claimed to be the world's number one

A man named Zhang, a sniper, also complained endlessly.

It's not that his enthusiasm for shooting gradually waned after the climax, but the powerful recoil force continuously acted on his shoulders and arms, almost causing him to lose his soul gun.

In fact, for guns, modern new semi-automatic rifles have been optimized to the greatest extent in terms of accuracy and range. Even an ordinary person who has never received shooting training can basically hit the target as long as he aims at the center and pulls the trigger.

Goal.

The difference between professionals and non-professionals lies in the stability of holding a gun and the sustainability of continuous recoil.

Although today is the first target practice for Class Three. The number of bullets fired after firing 10 bullets for the first time is not included in the calculation, but it is impossible to miss the target.

It is said that a sharpshooter is fed bullets. There is a big difference in the way Li Quan and Zhou Bo choose to feed bullets.

The second class led by Li Quan Yi Xun is to feed every day, feed every day, and feed out the habitual feeling. But Zhou Bo is different. In his point of view, the feeling of shooting for the first time is very important. This

If you don't try to remember this feeling, then it will be slowly forgotten over time. This is something similar to intuition, maybe as Zhang Xiaofan said, it is the soul of the gun. We will use it later

When the bullet is fed, it's not called feeling. It's called hand feel or gun feel.

In Zhou Bo's view, a large amount of basic skills training is the foundation of shooting, so in a month, 27 days were spent on holding a gun with weight, aiming and solidifying the posture, and it was not until the last three days that live ammunition shooting was carried out.

Yang Buxu pressed the bullet clips one by one with his trembling hands, looking at the large wooden box full of them at his feet. The helplessness in his eyes was really indescribable to outsiders. And the first shooting feeling in Zhou Bo's eyes was exactly what he needed.

This kind of high-intensity shooting is achieved by feeding to death at once.

During the continuous shooting just now, he emphasized more than once that these recruits should remember the feeling of shooting. After half a day of training, not only everyone's hands and feet were numb, but even their ears began to grow calluses. The result was

This led to another hard fight with the chopstick brothers during lunch.

"Zhang Qian Shen, why did you ignore the call of the cold arrow in your hand..."

"Zhang Qian Shen, have you heard the birds in the sky laughing..."

"Zhang Qiang Shen, why did he come back so energetic but then returned so weak that he fell into pieces..."

"Zhang Gunshen..."

"Yang Buxu, shut up. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. Originally, I thought you would be the one standing behind me when the whole world gave up on me. Now you actually follow the example of these bastards and add insult to injury!

I am so sad, even sadder than the Pacific Ocean. I tell you Yang Buxu, you are very degenerate, and I am very sad. You are no longer the pure young man I once knew, Yang Buxuan..."

Compared with the turmoil when they arrived, none of the 10 people in the group could hold a gun. Even Zhang Xiaofan's beloved "Cold Arrow" was hung directly around his neck and allowed to sway in the wind.

The result of such high-intensity continuous shooting was that the physical strength of these recruits was severely exhausted. In the end, even the basic gun-holding movements were changed. In the end, they almost fired based on intuition, just to get rid of the ammunition in the magazine.

After the bullet is fired, the damage to the arm and shoulder caused by the recoil should be minimized while maintaining the shooting posture as much as possible.

Logically speaking, the shooting results of such an almost blind shooting training should not be very satisfactory. This was indeed the case at the beginning. Even Zhang Xiaofan's original score of 97 rings had dropped below 80 rings by the third round.

Even the Gunslinger is like this, let alone the others, except for one person, that is Yang Buxu. After three rounds of 90 rings at the beginning, it is still 90 rings, and it is still 90 rings at the end. One ring

No more than half a ring, no less. It was just too intensive shooting that everyone ignored the results.

But the scores of other people had begun to gradually improve in the sixth round of shooting. By the ninth round, Zhang Xiaofan actually shot a perfect score. But at that time, no one cared about their scores. They just thought about how to get the bullets in the box.
Chapter completed!