"This is the pistol area, except for some special firearms, all the mass-produced pistols in the world are here, I suggest you use a small-caliber pistol for the first practice, after all, the recoil will be much smaller, very suitable for newcomers, do you need me to recommend it to you?" asked the coach, he had not introduced his name until now, but his badge said 'Leng Feng'.

It was indeed a little cold, but Ying Feng didn't care about the other party's attitude, but said, "No, I want a big caliber." "In Yingfeng's storage space is the M1911A1, a caliber 0.45-inch pistol, that is, a 11.43mm caliber, this is a large-caliber pistol, even if there is no pistol of the same caliber in this world, then he has to use a large-caliber pistol to adapt to the recoil.

Leng Feng frowned, wanting to say something, but in the end he held back, and Ying Feng, who was attracted by the firearm, didn't notice that he was looking at various pistols and picking the first shot he liked.

Leng Feng has been saying in a small area: "This piece is a pistol with a caliber of more than 9.5mm, you can pick it!"

"9.5mm?" Ying Feng didn't know anything about the firearms of the Great Qin Empire, but his original world was still clear, as if there were no 9.5mm caliber pistols, it seemed that the two worlds were indeed different in terms of firearms.

Ying Feng searched for a while, and finally chose a 'giant elephant' pistol produced by the Great Qin Empire, with a caliber of 11.5mm, which is the closest to the M1911A1, and the ammunition capacity is only six rounds.

Leng Feng picked up the pistol, then fiddled, as if he was checking the firearm, and finally pointed to the pistol in front of Ying Feng and began to introduce, "Giant elephant pistol, caliber ......" A series of data are recounted, and Ying Feng didn't remember much, after all, the other party said too much, and he couldn't remember it at all.

"Let's go, go to the shooting range, you can feel it first. Leng Feng's tone was still cold, in his opinion, this kid didn't know what a firearm was at all, and after firing a shot and feeling the recoil, he knew that he was afraid, and he would change it when the time came, so he didn't need to say too much.

Ying Feng didn't feel the other party's meaning, he was excited and wanted to dance, but it was difficult for him to do this in a wheelchair, he just wanted to shoot as soon as possible.

The shooting range is very large, many people are playing here, and the gunshots are ringing one after another, but everyone is wearing ear protection to protect their eardrums, and at the same time, there are coaches to follow, and some people are shooting alone, and it can be seen from their movements that they are all veterans.

Ying Feng was pushed to an unmanned target position, then Leng Feng handed him an ear guard, and then checked the firearm again, a box of bullets was placed on the table in front of Ying Feng, two empty magazines.

The two of them put on ear guards, and Leng Feng turned on a switch on the ear guards, and then he said: "Fill the empty magazine, will you do this?"

"Of course!" The excited Ying Feng directly picked up the magazine, and then took out the bullet from the bullet box, after all, he had eaten an experience book, and the principle of firearms was the same, he was no stranger, and at the same time he also had a pistol, he had been playing for a few hours, how could he not understand?

The action is quite skillful in pressing in the bullet, ignoring the coach by his side, directly picking up the pistol and pushing the magazine in, and then pulling the barrel sleeve, "click" loading.

Leng Feng's body tensed up instantly, and he could see that this young man's movements were not unfamiliar, but he could not be said to be skilled, and he actually loaded the gun without his own guidance. He tensed up instantly, but he didn't move, he wanted to see if the boy would shoot.

"Bang" Ying Feng was excited and ignored it, and fired the first shot directly, but fortunately, because of the relationship between the experience books, he held the gun with both hands, and his posture was standard, but the recoil still made his hands jump up, but Ying Feng's strength was 105.

"Huh...... The recoil is amazing, but it's really enjoyable!" The first shot was completely missed, and the target paper at the front thirty meters was still intact.

But Leng Feng squinted slightly, "This kid has played with guns, and he is not a novice, but he is not a veteran either." This was Leng Feng's judgment, so he continued to look at it without saying a word.

Ying Feng fired the first shot, and the things given by those systems began to fuse, mainly muscle memory, and Ying Feng adjusted the strength of the gun, and then shot again, this time it was on target, but it was far away from the ten rings, but the muscle memory fusion began to speed up, which Ying Feng couldn't feel.

"Bang bang" four shots in a row, Ying Feng directly emptied the magazine, exited the empty magazine, pressed into the other one again, gently pulled the trigger, the barrel sleeve was reset, "Bang Bang" this time it was six consecutive shots, and one shot was more accurate than the other, and his proficiency in firearms began to rise, but he didn't pay attention to this.

There were only two magazines, twelve rounds of ammunition were empty, Ying Feng withdrew from the magazine, and then pulled the barrel sleeve several times to prove that there were no bullets in it, so he put down the pistol and went to grab the bullets.

"Wait!" Leng Feng finally spoke.

"Huh?" Ying Feng was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Look at the target paper, you have to pay attention to your impact point, and then adjust your posture, your posture is very standard, but it doesn't mean that the standard is good, you have to find your most comfortable posture and form a habit. ”

"Oh, is that so? Okay, listen to the coach. ”

"My name is Leng Feng. Ying Feng obviously felt that the other party's attitude had changed, mainly because Ying Feng's rapid progress surprised Leng Feng, he was a retired professional soldier, and he had been staring at Ying Feng just now, and he could see clearly where Ying Feng's every shot hit.

The progress of this teenager is simply flying, and his movements are obviously very rusty at first, it is estimated that he has played somewhere, but not for long. Is this young man a genius? He has some love for talent, so he wants to give some guidance.

Pressing the button, the target paper moved over, Leng Feng pointed to the forehead bullet hole above and said: "This is your second shot, the first shot is because you are not familiar with recoil, so you flew away, and the second shot went directly to the target, although it was only the edge, but it was still on the target." It's the last four shots of the first magazine, and you're making adjustments to yourself, and while it's your unconscious movements, it's mostly around the Nine Rings. The remaining six shots can already reach the seventh ring, but you're so excited that you're shooting just for the sake of shooting. ”

Ying Feng had to be surprised by Leng Feng's ability, which could be clearly distinguished, "Coach Leng, did you really see it all?"

"I can't see the bullets, but I can see them at the bullet point, this is my ability to eat, now you reload the magazine, move slowly, calm your mood, and then aim and shoot again, at least ten seconds between each shot, understand?"

"Okay. Ying Feng knows that the other party is teaching him seriously, he is now a little calm, he is here to practice guns, not to play, it is better to listen to the coach and save fans.