Zeng Gong himself chose a Remington 870 and was ready to go to the shooting range with Liao Fan to practice his hands, except for the revolver, which was the shotgun that suited his appetite the most.

"Okay, third child, you still have Remington here. Liao Fan glanced at Remington in Zeng Gong's hand enviously and said sourly, although his economic situation and collection of guns do not have any pressure at all, but there are too many domestic restrictions and he can't collect them at all.

Zeng Gong glanced at Liao Fan, and walked out of the collection room without saying a word, the shooting range is a little far from here, it takes nearly half an hour to ride a horse, and he has to set off as much as possible, and he has not eaten breakfast yet.

The shooting range is completely a simple shooting range designed by Zeng Gong for his own amusement and a few cowboys in the ranch, in fact, it is a tall stump, and it is just a circle of trees painted with paint, and there is time not only Zeng Gong, but also cowboys will come here to show off their gun skills.

The shooting range is under the Rocky Mountain, Zeng Gong can gallop on horseback, facing the cold wind and rushing to the majestic snowy mountains, the snow-capped mountains hug the sky, far away and open, the withered yellow grass has touched the horse's hooves early, the scattered birch, linden trees, and oak trees have long been bare and full of embarrassment, only those pines and cypresses are still lush, and the wild larks that occasionally fly by are singing happily, and the whole ranch has become happy.

⊕◇"Grass, third child, is this what you mean by the shooting range?" Liao Fan squinted his eyes and pointed to the so-called shooting range that Zeng Gong said contemptuously.

Liao Fan thought that even if it wasn't a super luxury shooting range, at least it had to be linked to professionalism, but after seeing the shooting range, he was immediately disappointed, what kind of thing was this. Kindergarten children design more than this major, is it enough to spray paint on a broken wooden stake?

"Isn't that possible? We don't come here very often anyway. It's okay to practice your gun skills once in a while, but this is not as enjoyable as hunting. If you are looking for a professional shooting range. Let's go to the indoor shooting range at the outdoor shop in town. Zeng Gong said disapprerovingly, if he hadn't brought Liao Fan to see it today, he wouldn't have come here, it was remote and far away.

"Hunting, then how about we go hunting?" Liao Fan was immediately excited when he heard this, and immediately encouraged Zeng Gong to go hunting, this is a man's game.

Zeng Gong shook his head and said: "Now that the hunting season has passed, it is a trouble to go into the mountains to hunt, the temperature in the mountains is much colder than outside, and there are wild wolves and wild boars who come out to forage because of hunger. It can be dangerous to encounter them in the wild. ”

"That" Liao Fan was still a little unwilling, and was interrupted by Zeng Gong when he opened his mouth.

"Okay, okay, let's practice here for a while, and after breakfast, how about I take you to the indoor shooting range in the town to try your skills?" interrupted Liao Fan, Zeng Gong said with half comfort.

Liao Fan was a little depressed when he heard this, but soon because of the Bartary in his hand, he forgot the annoyance that he couldn't hunt, and lay on the ground in a decent way, aiming at the target in the distance. Adjusted Barrett's bracket to make himself more comfortable, and then began to adjust the focal length of the scope, Zeng Gong couldn't help but nod when he looked at it. Although the technique is a little rusty, it can be seen that Liao Fan is not a good-for-nothing rookie.

"Bang. ”

Suddenly, Liao Fan fired the first shot, and Zeng Gong couldn't help but squint his eyes and take aim. The bullet barely hit the nine rings, which is not bad for a rookie.

". How about the third child? What about Lao Tzu's grades, the sharpshooter is a bargain. Liao Fan saw that he had hit the target with a shot. Jumping up from the ground excitedly, he didn't care about dusting off his body, and showed off to Zeng Gong angrily, as if he had done a big thing.

", you're still bragging about that, and ten year olds in Livingston are better than you. Zeng Gong shook his head disdainfully and said.

"What? Jiuhuan, open your eyes and see, you can see what kind of weather this is, there are at least seven or eight strong winds, and even the snipers of the special forces are just these two moments. Liao Fan immediately exploded when he heard this, and yelled at Zeng Gong's anxious white face.

"Boss, don't say you're fat, you're gasping, and the results of special forces snipers, if the snipers are all this score, it's better to go home and pick up the child. Zeng Gong hugged his shoulders and pouted his big mouth, and sarcastically said: "Boss, is this a seventh- or eighth-level wind? ”

"Please, boss, you're only twenty meters away from the target here, and the anti-materiel sniper rifle in your hand is known for its high precision and stable trajectory, do you think this is a burning stick?"

"Hmph, I can't do it, or you try, you've only been in Lao Mei for a few months and you think you're a sharpshooter, maybe you're not as good as me, I've been shooting in China for several years. Liao Fan's sarcastic old face turned slightly red, and he retorted stiffly.

Zeng Gong looked at Liao Fan's appearance and couldn't help but shake his head, don't give him a little bit of power, I really don't know what his surname is, thinking of this, he fiddled with the Remington M870 in his hand a few times, and then quickly retreated to the rear, about a hundred meters, raising his hand to the target is three shots.

"Bang, bang, bang. ”

Liao Fan was in front of the target, he didn't retreat with Zeng Gong, he couldn't help but be startled by the sudden gunshot, and his eyes almost glared out according to the reputation, what kind of marksmanship is Nima.

", skewer sugar gourd. Liao Fan rubbed his eyes vigorously and said in a daze.

Hitting the target or even the bullseye is not particularly difficult for veteran gunners, but if the gun hits one place, it is not only a matter of crosshair, but also requires the wrist and arm to have a strong stability, and the slightest error will hit somewhere else.

"How. Boss?" Zeng Gong walked towards Liao Fan with his Remington and asked with a slight expression.

"Damn, when did you kid practice such kung fu, you didn't know it at all when you were in college. Liao Fan touched his head and looked Zeng Gong up and down carefully, and found that he couldn't understand him a little.

"It's okay to shoot a lot here. Zeng Gong said lightly that some of the cowboys or ranchers' children in Livingston have been exposed to guns since they were very young, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are all good gunslingers.

"Yes, guns need to be practiced a lot, otherwise even the best marksmanship will become rusty, and now he is the best gunman in our town, Park County, and all of Montana. Old Saunders, who had trotted over from a distance on a chestnut quart, couldn't help but speak.

"Ha, Sanders, you're here, are all the things I asked you to prepare ready?" Zeng Gong saw Sanders arrive, greeted him a few steps and asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, Zeng, I'm all set. Old Sanders stroked his beard and replied with a smile. (To be continued......)