AK starts, Chen Wen immediately feels a sense of intimacy, looking like 56 and a half.

Chen Wen immediately compared the gun in his hand with the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle he used.

The weight of the gun, about the same, is more than ten kilograms. From beginning to end, the structure and appearance of the two guns are similar, after all, one is genuine and the other is an imitation.

After taking a closer look, Chen Wen found the factory steel seal on the gun. According to the characteristics described by Keita's bodyguards, Chen Wen saw the relevant words produced in Romania on this AK.

Well, it's made, and the quality is fine.

He glanced at the bullet cartridges on the table that had been opened, and the bullets inside were full of copper-shelled bullets. Chen Wen was even more relieved, it was not a garbage iron bullet made by the Soviet Union, so he didn't have to worry about exploding it when he hit it.

The coach saw Chen Wen playing for a while and then glanced at the bullet, and immediately reminded Chen Wen that he could play it.

Chen Wen hung the AK's strap on his right shoulder, picked up a curved magazine on the table with his left hand, grabbed a few bullets from the box with his right hand, and pressed them into the magazine one after another.

The operation of pressing bullets, Chen Wen does not need to ask the coach for advice, he has a foundation of 56 and a half. The two weapons are 9 percent similar from the body to the magazine to the bullet. As for the working principle of the bolt, it is even more like a brother.

Filled with two magazines, Chen Wen took off the rifle from his right shoulder, aimed it at the card slot, and inserted one magazine into the gun slot.

With a click, the magazine was smoothly slotted.

Chen Wen found the fast and slow machine on the right side of the gun body, and he gently pulled it and beat the machine bracket to the slow position. The purpose of Chen Wen's gun play today is to practice, not to shoot all 30 bullets out to vent with a single trigger.

At another nearby firing position, the sound of M16's strafing was already ringing, and Keita had less time to prepare than Chen Wen, and he was the first to vent his hormones again.

Chen Wen is not in a hurry, you play yours, I play mine.

Pull the bolt, palm up with your left hand up, grasp the neck of the gun, and with your right hand facing the inside forward, hold the handle with your right index finger relaxed and placed in front of the trigger in the air.

Chen Wen held an AK and aimed at a target 30 meters away. There was also a row of 50-meter targets in the distance, and Chen Wen temporarily hit the close ones first.

At a glance, Chen Wen immediately felt the biggest difference between AK and 56 and a half, the aiming of this Soviet gun was too difficult!

Chen Wen found that the sight of the AK in his hand was too short. He put the gun away and looked at it for a moment, the receiver cover was too far forward, the sight was too far away from the user's eyes, or the barrel was too short, so that the muzzle crosshair was too close to the user.

He made a very real judgment that since the distance between the sight and the front sight was three fingers closer than that of 56 and a half, the aiming baseline of the AK was two percent shorter than that of 56 and a half.

Chen Wen re-loaded his gun and aimed at the target 30 meters away.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

There is no suspense, the magical power of his old man is on vacation again!

There was no feeling of power coming from Chen Wen's arm into the body of the gun.

Chen Wen understood, AK was also a weapon that could not be opened in his hand, and he had to rely on his ability to fight this rifle.

Then let's take it seriously and fight in a down-to-earth manner.

Chen Wen aimed at the baseline and stared at the 30-meter target at three points and one line.

After living for two lifetimes, Chen Wen's eyesight is still good, and he can see the humanoid target clearly at a distance of 30 meters.

I remember that when Keita was playing Colt in the morning, he calibrated the crosshair with the first shot. Chen Wen has a strong learning ability, and immediately thought that he had not been able to learn his friend's moves in the morning, and this would be able to be used.

Aiming at the baseline as standardly as possible, Chen Wen gently pulled the trigger with his right index finger.

Syllable!

After the AK was fired, the muzzle of the gun jumped up slightly, and the butt of the gun was pressed hard against Chen Wen's right shoulder socket under the action of recoil.

Chen Wen's physique was very strong, his left hand firmly grasped the neck of the gun, and his right hand held the bolt to hold the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and the AK only jumped slightly, and then returned to the physical position of unfired.

A bullet came out of the barrel of AK's gun, piercing the target paper.

Chen Wen tried to look over, and a hole was punched out of the circle of 9 rings on the target paper of a humanoid target at a position of 30 meters!

Call!

Chen Wen exhaled softly!

The first 9 rings!

It's much better than his 7-ring, 8-stop, 9-ring, and 10-ring results in Tokarev's pistol!

Chen Wen didn't rush to shoot the second shot, he quietly sorted out and summarized the experience of the first shot just now in his heart.

He followed the standard aiming baseline of this gun to the center of the target's 10 rings, and he saw that the hole in the target paper was located in the lower left of the 9 rings.

Chen Wen understood that his aiming was no problem, 30 meters was not a very long distance, it should be that there was a deviation between his aiming line of sight and the front sight of the AK in his hand.

There are many ways to adjust deviations, and the masters of guns know about them, but Chen Wen doesn't know so many ways. Chen Wen adopted the simplest trick, I can't change the gun, then I will change myself and let myself adapt to the environment and tools.

Chen Wen cooperated with both hands, slightly adjusted the virtual aiming line, and pointed the aiming baseline of AK to the upper right of the center of the 10 rings of the target paper, and fixed it at the upper right arc of the 9 rings.

Hold one's breath.

Chen Wen gently pulled the trigger with his right index finger.

Syllable!

The second bullet hits!

The beating and counter-impact of the AK gunfire was firmly suppressed by the strength of Chen Wen's hands and shoulders, and he didn't bother to estimate this recoil that was strong for ordinary people but insignificant for him.

Chen Wen stared at the target paper tightly, he was eager to know the results of this shot.

This shot will prove the effectiveness of his learning of the technique of correcting the crosshair.

30 meters away on the target paper, there is a hole in the brush!

Chen Wen could see it clearly, and a smile appeared on his cheeks.

Chen Wen is a demon of two worlds, his usual expression is not rich at all, and his inner emotions are rarely revealed on his face. The few examples are mostly because Su Qianqian encountered difficulties, and Chen Wen was anxious to protect the beauty.

Today, now, Chen Wen's joy is on his face.

In a second, the smile only stays for a second.

Chen Wen quickly put away his smile and changed his grim expression.

In the circular area of the 10 rings on the target paper, a small hole appeared that was pierced by a bullet!

Chen Wen sighed softly, and his mood was quite joyful.

It's not the joy of complacency, but the hope of seeing the four parents survive!

Chen Wen held the AK with both hands in front of each other, and according to the crosshair calibration he completed in the second shot, he set the aiming baseline at the 9-ring orientation in the upper right of the 10-ring circular area.

The index finger of the right hand gently pulled the trigger for the third time, snapped a shot, and the third bullet was fired.

Hit the target paper again!

It's just that this time he failed to hit the 10th ring, and the bullet hole was a little above the right of the 10-ring circular area, piercing through the 9-ring area that Chen Wen was aiming for.

Chen Wen understood that the crosshair calibration of his third shot was slightly overdone.

He immediately fine-tuned the scope again, purely by feel, moved the muzzle of the gun to the lower left 10 rings, pulled the trigger with the index finger of his right hand, snapped a shot, and the fourth bullet was fired, 10 rings!.

Chen Wen's right cheek was against the butt of the gun, and he couldn't make an expression. The left corner of his mouth twitched, picking out a momentary smile.

Syllable!

Smack!

Chen Wen continuously pulled the trigger, and the remaining 26 rounds in the arc magazine were fired by him one by one in a single shot.

"Shooter, empty position!" shouted the black coach behind him.

Chen Wen pressed the motor spring, took off the magazine and handed it to the coach for inspection, and then pulled the bolt to show the coach the empty position.

At this time when the position is empty, the target paper has been automatically transferred back to the target position.

Chen Wen pinched the target paper with two fingers, counted the bullet holes, and the record was not bad, all 30 bullets were on the target, 21 10 rings, 8 9 rings, and 1 8 rings.

This result should be considered good, but what level it can reach, Chen Wen has no bottom in his heart.

He asked the coach: "What is the grade of this target paper in your club, among all the guests?"

The black coach replied with a smile: "To be in the top ten." ”

Chen Wen thought to himself: Let your mother's fart! You slapped the guest's ass too obviously!

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