If you want to make the right choice, it depends on what you want to achieve in the end.

A group of children from aristocratic families with dual labels of ancient warriors and playboys. The national leaders are definitely not naive enough to want to train them into sharpshooters in just one month of training. Besides, there is no shortage of sharpshooters in the army, so they adopt the skills of this group of people.

It obviously has no other purpose.

Regarding this, Yang Buxu knew something about this beforehand. The reason why ancient warriors were invited to join in the cooperative operation was simply to contain the possible mutants at critical moments. Therefore, the specific requirements for this marksmanship were not included.

Not high, because discipline and obedience are the key points when gathering in the recruit camp.

However, Yang Buxu believes that although the superiors have placed more emphasis on training items, the role of thermal weapons at critical times cannot be completely ignored.

Regarding how to improve marksmanship in a short period of time, Yang Buxuan had a deep understanding. Recalling when he was a new recruit, he still remembered the training methods of Platoon Leader Zhou Bozhou.

The humanoid target five hundred meters away is no ordinary target. The prefabricated wall behind the canteen was removed overnight in order to cut out the aluminum plates outside. Calculated based on the effective range of the Type 95 automatic rifle of four hundred meters, it is obvious that this

The distance is extraordinary. If you look at the half-length target from 500 meters away, it is not as big as half a quail egg. For the novices in front of us, shooting is completely dependent on luck.

According to the previous training outline of Platoon Leader Zhou, everyone should first practice raising a gun, but this is only compared to ordinary recruits. Hanging a water bottle under the barrel of the gun and placing bullet casings on the muzzle are nothing more than conventional training methods.

It is to train the stability of holding a gun. But for ancient warriors, especially the small group of guys who have reached the Xuan level, such training has no effect. Because the minimum threshold for learning martial arts is to have control over one's own muscles. Even if

Even if they hang a stone weighing 180 kilograms on a pole, they can easily lift it for an hour. So holding a Type 95 automatic rifle weighing several kilograms is no different from holding a feather. Yang

Not Hungry knows this, so he skips the basic subjects and goes straight to live-fire shooting.

The makeshift half-body target, with its solidity and thin thickness of the all-aluminum alloy plate, can only penetrate and leave a small round hole even if it is shot at close range.

At a distance of 500 meters, it is impossible to smash it without a thousand and eight hundred guns. For the Type 95 automatic rifle that far exceeds the effective range, it would be difficult to replace it with a veteran who has been handling guns all year round.

It's annoying, but now we are a group of rookies who have just come into contact with guns. If they can hit one bullet out of a thousand rounds, the probability is high.

Reality is never as beautiful as imagined. When everyone is standing, squatting or lying down and pulling the trigger with their fingers, the motionless half-body target clearly tells everyone how difficult it is to drink hot soup.

matter.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

There was no order to the dense gunfire. Some people just let the guns in their hands ring. For example, Niu Dayong and the young man from the Bagua sect, the recoil force of continuous firing was far higher than that of ordinary people.

His arm strength is also uncontrollable. When the vibration reaches a certain frequency, even steel will break, let alone flesh and blood.

"Damn it, why did it run out so quickly! I still have to reload the bullets, it's so troublesome!"

Reluctantly, Niu Dayong cursed and threw away the gun, snatched it from the young monk's hand, and before the other party could react, all 30 rounds of bullets were fired. But just now, the young monk had been aiming.

I'm not even willing to shoot a gun yet.

"Stinky Taoist, what are you doing! Don't you have a gun?"

"I see you have been taking aim for a long time. Just aiming is useless! Since you don't want to shoot me, I will shoot it for you, and I don't bother to load bullets."

Niu Dayong raised his hand and threw the gun back to the young monk, then dragged him to the wooden box to load bullets.

There are many people here who can use up all their bullets in less than ten seconds, but there are also a few exceptions with good brains. Shi Tian has always been very clear about the goals he wants to achieve. Shooting and target shooting are only means, eating is the only way.

Filling your stomach is the ultimate goal.

He had touched guns before, but they were only pistols and handguns. The actual operation of standard equipment such as automatic rifles was similar to that of others. However, he quickly brought up the rhythm of the members of the same group.

Recommended as the squad leader, he divided the ten people into two groups. Four people were responsible for shooting the targets, and the remaining six were responsible for loading bullets. The efficiency of this kind of fighting was much better than that of other classes. It was fast.

, when changing to the sixth magazine, I don’t know if it was luck, but one round finally hit the target. This result soon caused a burst of fierce cheers.

"Haha... If you're not hungry, then that kid can do it. Your brain is pretty good, and you can sort out the priorities so quickly. It only took less than a minute."

Cat Ghost, who had just come down to take a breath, said calmly while drinking hot soup.

"But is this method really effective? You see, some of them don't even have the correct posture when holding a gun, so how can they shoot accurately?"

"Of course it worked. Old Yao Xiaofan and I practiced our marksmanship like this. At that time, each of us shot nearly 20,000 rounds of ammunition on average in a day. Our shoulders and arms were so painful that we couldn't even grab chopsticks.

I don’t think it’s a big deal about the posture. Ordinary people don’t have that much arm strength. They need to use their shoulders to assist when holding a gun and shooting for a long time. They don’t need it at all. They can do it however they feel comfortable. In fact, it’s not like they don’t have that much time.

It does matter, but as long as there are more bullets, no matter how stupid a person is, he can figure out the best hand gesture for holding a gun."

Yang Buxu seemed to be very confident when he said it, but Mao Gui always felt that it was unreliable. But since he had already started to implement it, he didn't worry about anything anymore. After drinking up the soup in the bowl in two big mouths, he continued

I went to the warehouse to get a trolley and pushed several boxes out.

At the beginning, everyone still played their own game. However, after seeing that Shi Tian's class had already hit the target several times, they quickly followed their methods.

Soon, the gunshots in the entire school grounds became continuous. As more and more people hit the target, the atmosphere was instantly aroused. For this reason, Yang Buxu even deliberately stirred the pot with a spoon.

, in order to let the meat flavor spread farther.

But after more than ten minutes, the problem appeared again. The rifle barrels in many people's hands began to become hot and red, and the automatic rifles that were originally light and weight began to become heavy. Especially the continuous recoil force continued to act on the arms.

On the ground, the strong vibrations quickly became unbearable.

"Substitute someone else, my fucking hand is almost broken by the shock!"

It was Niu Dayong who was this idiot. In less than fifteen minutes, he just dropped the gun and sat down to rub his arms. The little monk next to him was not much better at this time. His palms were covered with sweat.

A large area of ​​my back was also wet, and even the mountain wind and the sun couldn't dry it.

"Fifteen minutes on average, not bad. Much better than I imagined. But if you want to completely smash the target, you won't be able to succeed in less than three or four hours."

Yang Buxu simply moved a deck chair out, put on his sunglasses and basked in the sun comfortably.

Liang Longhai felt helpless when he saw him so lazy. He didn't know how this guy could have such a big heart and actually dozed off. You must know that there were more than a hundred guns in front of him, and they were all live ammunition. If anyone didn't pay attention,

A big accident is really going to happen.

Tietou and Bingluo were walking back and forth. Although they looked calm on the surface, they were actually panicking inside. The cat ghost was sweating profusely while carrying the bullets. These guys really thought that bullets were free. Just for a moment.

A rough calculation shows that hundreds of thousands are in vain.

To be honest, when some people saw that the target had finally taken dozens of shots and it still remained motionless, they already wanted to get into trouble. But when they looked back and saw Yang Bu snoring on the recliner with Da Ma Jin Dao

After I'm hungry, the little bit of Jiujiu in my heart disappears.

When a person can sleep peacefully in the face of hundreds of guns, he is either a fool, or a fearless person. Thinking of Yang Buxu's terrifying strength and superb marksmanship yesterday, everyone is obviously more inclined to the latter

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An hour later, everyone has rotated several times. At this time, some people gradually discovered that the strategy of winning by quantity is absolutely unworkable. Moreover, as you get to the back, when your arms become more and more tired, you can't hit the target.

The probability will be lower.

As a result, the grouping mode gradually returned to its original state. But this time, everyone would not pull the trigger easily, but would aim as hard as possible before firing, and the consumption of bullets also plummeted. I was so tired.

The dog-like cat ghost can finally sit down and take a breather.

However, after switching from continuous fire to single shot burst, the hit rate did not actually increase much. It was just that it saved a lot of effort compared to the previous hour.

Another hour passed, and when everyone became familiar with the recoil of the guns in their hands, the hit rate also began to quietly improve. Finally, after another half an hour, someone in Shi Tian's team finally got lucky.

It hit the supporting wooden pole, and the half-length target that was riddled with holes also fell down.

Following a burst of almost crazy cheers, the ten guys dropped their guns and rushed towards Yang Buxuan while rolling and crawling.

"It fell down... the target fell down... we shot the target to pieces..."

Just like a group of children who got a little red flower in kindergarten and couldn't wait to take credit in front of their parents, want to be recognized and praised, the hot mutton soup beside them was forgotten for a while.

This scene caught Yang Buxuan off guard. But he quickly reacted, pointed at the stack of sea bowls on the long table behind him and said with a smile:

"Very good, you're half an hour faster than I expected. Go and eat, there's not enough left in the canteen, don't worry!"

After receiving Yang Buxu's affirmation, the ten people with gray faces in front of them smiled so stupidly. But what was even more surprising was that what they thought would be another scene of chickens flying around and vicious dogs fighting for food did not happen.
Chapter completed!