"Finally ready to shoot a target!"

Whether it is the boys' dormitory or the girls' dormitory, there are constantly shouts of excitement.

And for the first time, everyone gathered downstairs in a minute without any complaints.

Of course, Ye Feng was not included among these people.

He has little interest in guns, especially the micro punch in Nie Qingwu's hand, this thing is inconvenient to carry, and it is not as convenient as the needle bag in his hand to really fight.

"The old rule, run three laps around the playground first, and then go to breakfast after half an hour of military posture. ”

After seeing the queue assembled, Nie Qingwu showed a treacherous smile on his face, put the gun behind his back, and looked at everyone.

As soon as the words came out, everyone suddenly sighed again and again.

I thought that if I went downstairs to gather within a minute, I would be able to touch the real gun, but I didn't expect to be tricked by Nie Qingwu.

After running, standing in military posture, and after breakfast, everyone gathered in the playground again.

Surprisingly, Nie Qingwu's words in the morning were not actually playing on them, but today he was really going to the shooting range to shoot targets.

However, it was not the micro rush in Nie Qingwu's hand in the morning, but the old-fashioned eight-two-bar rifle that was about to be eliminated in the army.

Moreover, because of the limited number of guns, it is not possible to make one gun per person, and each squad can only enter the shooting range in batches.

But it was because of the order of this batch that all the teams quarreled.

After all, everyone wants to touch the gun at the first time, and they don't want to watch others shoot the target.

"That's good, each team elects a candidate, let's do a firearm dismantling drill, which team elects the person to disassemble and recover faster, which team will conduct target training first. ”

In the end, it was Nie Qingwu who proposed a fair solution.

"Instructor, why don't you compare shooting targets to dismantling firearms?"

But even so, some people still questioned Nie Qingwu's solution.

It's cool to play with real guns, what's the point of disassembling firearms, it's better to wipe your own guns......

"For a soldier, a gun is life. On the battlefield, if there are no guns, there is no life. Only by treating the gun as a part of the body, to understand it, to be familiar with it, to cherish it, and to integrate the gun with each other, can we be more accurate when shooting targets. ”

Nie Qingwu shook his head solemnly and said in a deep voice.

"According to you, aren't guns the same as women? Only when you understand her and cherish her can you not lose your temper when you need her, and you can rest assured that you can boldly cooperate with you. Ye Feng smiled evilly.

As soon as the words fell, the boys in the team suddenly burst into a knowing laugh.

Nie Qingwu was speechless for a while, this guy is really amazing, he can even connect with a woman.

However, she can't help but deny that Ye Feng's words do have some truth, guns are indeed very similar to women, and only when they understand it, will they not lose their temper when they need to.

"Each class should nominate its own representative. ”

Nie Qingwu didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long, so after waving his hand, he said strongly.

She said so, and the people in each queue naturally couldn't say anything, so they could only nominate people.

"I'm going to pick the boss, and if he plays, we should be the first to get a gun. ”

At the beginning of the promotion, Ji Jixiao loudly recommended Ye Feng.

The others in the fourth class did not hesitate, and then elected Ye Feng.

Although Sedum was a little hesitant, he thought of the temptation of touching the gun, and also voted for Ye Feng, and finally passed unanimously.

Soon, the candidates recommended by each queue were selected, most of whom Ye Feng didn't know, but a class in the Department of Economics and Management of Qingyuan University recommended an old acquaintance of Ye Feng-Wang Zihao.

This guy looked excited, kept rubbing his hands, obviously trying to use this game to win back a game.

Seeing that each queue had selected the promoters, Nie Qingwu beckoned and called out to a young soldier with an arrogant face-

"This is Liu Feng, the sharpshooter of our brigade, and also the target record creator of the gun in your hand, and then he will perform for everyone, when you understand the extreme point of the gun, dismantling and assembling can also be as smooth as art!"

When the young soldier heard Nie Qingwu's words, he raised his hand handsomely, and after saluting everyone, he knelt on one leg and picked up the gun.

Whoa!

After a dazzling movement, thirty seconds later, the eighty-two bar was dismantled by the young soldier into a pile of parts.

"Wow!

"I'm going to have to find a soldier to be my boyfriend in the future! And I'm going to find a sharpshooter, it's too fast!"

For a while, the eyes of the girls in each team lit up, and the more daring ones began to wink at the young soldiers.

Nie Qingwu smiled proudly, she brought Liu Feng over just to shock the proud sons of these heavens.

Now it seems that her purpose has been achieved.

Click!

But just as Nie Qingwu opened his mouth, about to praise Liu Feng for a few words, and then teach these freshmen another lesson, he suddenly heard the sound of pulling from the side.

Turning her head again, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and roared, "Ye Feng, why did you dismantle the gun!"

"Didn't you teach us to disassemble the guns? The instructor has already done it, so naturally we have to follow the drill. ”

Ye Feng looked at Nie Qingwu suspiciously, with an innocent expression.

"Look at it once and you'll be able to do ......"

Nie Qingwu was so angry that she couldn't help but roar, but as soon as she was halfway through her words, she felt that something was wrong, swept in front of Ye Feng, and said in astonishment: "It's all demolished...... You've removed them all? Have you ever touched a gun before?"

"For the first time. ”

Ye Feng smiled and touched his nose: "Maybe it's talent." ”

Oh my God, you big-headed ghost!

Nie Qingwu felt that this guy was probably disassembled by mistake, so he said, "Since you are so talented, you can reassemble the disassembled gun for me." I don't want you to be able to reach Liu Feng's speed, as long as you can finish the splicing within three minutes, I will let you be the first in the fourth class to touch the gun. ”

"Three minutes? Instructor Nie, you look down on people too much, don't you?"

Ye Feng pursed his lips disdainfully, then looked at Wen Wen, Lan Ling'er and the others with a look of longing and anticipation, and said with a smile: "If my speed can surpass his time, can you add an hour to our target shooting time." ”

"No problem, deal!"

Nie Qingwu agreed without blinking his eyes.

It's easy to dismantle, but if you want to put the dismantled things back in, it's troublesome.

The slightest deviation and mistake can lead to a complete failure of the splicing.

It is indeed not easy to disassemble the gun when you touch it for the first time, but it is not without such precedents.

But the first time she touched the gun, she could reload the disassembled gun, and she hadn't seen anyone who could do it.

Whoa!

Ye Feng smiled, grabbed the parts on the ground with both hands, and his hands were like butterflies flying in flowers, and with a speed that made Nie Qingwu stunned, he quickly reconnected the gun.

From the beginning to the end, less than twenty seconds, that speed, the sharpshooter Liu Feng opened his mouth wide, ashamed of himself.

"Instructor Nie, you have to talk ...... talk."

Ye Feng grabbed the gun and took aim, then looked at Nie Qingwu and said with a smile.

Although it was indeed difficult to assemble the gun, for him, who had never forgotten it, when he disassembled it just now, he had already memorized the location of each part of the gun.

The so-called assembly is just stuffing things into the frame of memory, what's so difficult.

"You ......"

Nie Qingwu was already completely shocked by the speed with which Ye Feng assembled the firearms.

With such an astonishing speed, you can take a pennant of the whole army of guns to break down the pacesetters.

After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, she muttered, "What are you doing here?" Is it really the first time to touch a gun?"

(End of chapter)