After the training ground was arranged, Ling Feng couldn't wait, carrying the gun to the 100-meter target position, eager to try it immediately.

Vajim hurriedly waved his hand to block:

"No, no, boss, it's too far, your shotgun can't hit that far, let's start with ten meters~"

"First hit the pot and cover the basin, save materials, the glass bottle and the target paper are too wasteful, those are used to practice rifles. ”

"Shotgun, although with a lot of recoil. ”

"However, the killing area is large and easy to hit, which is more conducive to cultivating self-confidence and training the most rudimentary gun sense. ”

If a newcomer can't hit accurately, he will definitely be disappointed, and his interest, confidence, and hobby in shooting may be hit.

So, it's pretty good to learn with a shotgun!

Adult males are perfectly capable of resisting recoil.

Ling Feng asked with some curiosity: "Gun sense, what is the so-called gun sense, is it a metaphysical kind of intuition?"

The reckless man shook his head and smiled: "No, of course not, the meaning of gun sensation includes muscle memory, brain habits. ”

"With a sense of gun, speed can exceed thinking!"

"It's all subconscious, you don't need to think about it. ”

"Of course, the low-level gun sense comes from proficiency, which is what we call muscle memory, habitual reactions. ”

"Study hard and practice hard, and you will naturally form a gun feeling!"

"It's a great anticipation for us. ”

I see, it sounds very simple, Ling Feng honestly went to the [10M] pot lid hanging target with Wajim.

Here hang six pot lids with long bamboo poles -

Rice cooker lids, wok lids, large pot lids

Ten meters away, very close and easy!

It's not for the sake of practicing marksmanship, it's just looking for feeling, getting used to the recoil of the gun, and there is no precision training value.

"Alright, boss, get ready to load, you don't need to worry too much about aiming, shoot first. ”

"The butt of the gun is tightened, and the body leans forward slightly!"

"Don't stick your fingers into the trigger guard. ”

Wajim took the boss's mobile phone, helped with the live broadcast and was also responsible for being the coach, and introduced it seriously in Russian.

The sand sculptures watching the live broadcast were not understood...

However, it is almost completely clear!

I saw Brother Feng start to prepare for gun practice-

Ten shotgun shotguns (bird bullets) were loaded into the magazine, and then the magazine was loaded, the guns were lifted, loaded, and aimed.

"Bang~~~~" "Bell~~~~"

Ling Feng didn't aim much, so he shot and shot, only to feel that his shoulder was being slammed by the butt of the gun, and the strength was average, it was nothing!

Surprisingly easy, no difficulty.

Moreover, the first cauldron lid was blown off, and it was obvious that it was definitely a starting hit, super simple, and self-confidence soared.

He simply went straight to the next target:

"Bang~~~~" "Bell~~~~"

The lid of the vegetable pot, which was smaller in size, was also hit by dense iron sand, floating around and tumbling in the air.

Simple, too simple, no pressure, Ling Feng had already found some kind of tacit understanding and knew how to aim.

Not bad, not bad, then hit the smallest, right?

"Bang~~~~" "Bell~~~~"

The lid of the old-fashioned rice cooker was almost blown out by Ling Feng's shot, and there was a very crisp sound.

If you hit the heart, you must have been shot in a large area!

Otherwise, it would never be that loud.

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth rose slightly with satisfaction——

"Hehe, it doesn't seem that difficult, right?"

He was a little inflated, retracted his shotgun, locked it back and slung it on his shoulder, and asked with a smile on his face:

"Coach Wajim, how is it, is it okay? Can you go play the more difficult [20m] target? It's not interesting here..."

Ten meters away, shotgun, very wise!

A novice village that belongs to entry-level scum players.

Vajim also nodded in agreement: "Well, yes, if you want to train marksmanship, you can go to the next stage." ”

Pot lid target [20M] kneeling shooting target area

The farther away you are, the more difficult it is to aim, and for the sake of shooting stability and ease of aiming, the kneeling position is relatively easier.

The elbow forms a triangle with the thigh, and the triangle is the most stable structure, second only to lying on the stomach.

Shooting in a lying position is all about high-precision training!

Ling Feng fired more than a dozen shots in the kneeling target area, and he had almost learned it again in a few minutes, and he felt that he had not yet reached the limit.

So, increase the difficulty of training again-

Glass bottle [50M] kneeling position shooting target area

In this way, the difficulty is greatly increased, but the shotgun has a corresponding advantage, the farther it goes, the greater the killing range.

So, Ling Feng still kept half of the hits!

Broke more than a dozen glass bottles before and after.

The melon-eating crowd in the live broadcast room praised one after another-

☆Fu Yue: This marksmanship is very awesome~

☆ Liu Yang: Brother Feng also has a talent for shooting!

☆ Hikawa Okasaka: Big guy is awesome, 666, this progress speed is too terrifying, do you want to become a sniper in three days?

☆ Liu Lei: Envy the life of the big guy.

☆ Zhong Qi: The poor are trembling.

The more Ling Feng fought, the happier he became, carrying [saiga12] and firing nearly a hundred bullets in a row, he was stopped by Wajim.

"OK, OK, OK, ENOUGH BOSS, IF YOU CONTINUE YOUR SHOULDERS WILL BE WASTED, AND THE BARREL WILL BE WASTED. ”

"Step by step, we'll continue tomorrow!"

"You'd better move your shoulders and arms first. ”

Not to mention that it's okay, when the reckless man mentioned his shoulder, Ling Feng found that his shoulder was so uncomfortable, and he felt sore and painful~

When I opened my clothes, I saw that there were bruises in some places!

"Fuck, is it so serious?fuck, hey, my shoulder is about to be scrapped, it hurts, it hurts, wow wow wow wow~"

Shoulder almost dislocated + soft tissue contusion

He clasped his shoulders and whispered, "Made, next time I'll never play with a large-caliber gun again, what the hell is going on?"

"I actually hurt my shoulder and joints..."

Pit daddy, grass mud horse, you must lie down for a while.

He dropped his gun and was about to go back to the small dock to rest.

Wajim sneered helplessly: "Boss, I thought you were really not afraid of recoil, and you actually played so high!"

"I have to say, you're such a tough guy~"

"It's rare for people to play shotguns like that. ”

Ling Feng complained depressedly: "Nonsense, of course, I'm definitely the toughest guy with the most potential, pack up my things and go back." ”

Next time, I'll never play [12] Broken Gun again.

Take the reckless man Wajim back to the small dock first.

Uncle Yuri looked at the three rods by himself, and he had already caught a lot of concave whitefish, fine-scale salmon, jerro, and so on.

Aunt Tanya smiled and said hello -

"Boss, do you want to try the grilled fish?"

"Now you can make Baikal grilled fish!"

Ling Feng was already hungry, so without hesitation, he asked Aunt Tanya to roast two concave whitefish first, this thing was the most fragrant.

And then he himself went fishing again ...