"Yes, I recall that when I first saw him, my expression was similar to yours, it was the year before last, I went to Cheng to carry out a mission, and I met him unintentionally, of course I didn't recognize it, or this kid was the first to recognize me, I was also very surprised, what did you say this kid eats, he is taller than me in a blink of an eye, I can't believe it's him", Song Liang recalled the scene where he saw him and said with emotion.

While everyone was talking, a sturdy man who looked like a waiter pushed a cart behind Zhengji and the others, and said respectfully: "Ladies and gentlemen, the ammunition prepared for you has been sorted and released here, and you can use it as you like."

Song Liang nodded, took out a box of ammunition from the car, skillfully took out the pistol magazine, and finished loading the ammunition in three clicks and two clicks.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Song Yu said with a smile when he saw Zhengji's surprised gaze.

"It's nothing, it's just a little surprised", Masaki glanced at his pistol embarrassedly, he still hadn't figured out how to disassemble the magazine, and wanted to ask Song Liang for help, but found that Song Liang was teaching Bai Yiyi on the side, and didn't notice his side, he didn't expect that he would be inferior to a girl in this so-called man's toy.

Song Yu glanced at Zhengji's clumsy appearance, couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile slightly, put the loaded pistol aside, moved lightly, walked to Zhengji's side, and said gently: "What are you surprised, you think girls can't use guns?"

"So that's the case," Zhengji's eyes lit up, and he suddenly looked at the inconspicuous switch, no wonder he pressed it for a long time and it didn't work, it turned out that he had to turn it around.

Song Yu nodded, and demonstrated how to load the bullet again, the bullet of the Desert Eagle was obviously the largest among the people, and the political discipline quickly learned, carefully loading the orange bullet into the magazine.

"I didn't expect you to have this hand", Masaki reversed the pistol in his hand.

"I told you that my sister is not an ordinary person, let alone you, even I am not her opponent sometimes", at this time, Song Liang's ridiculous voice came, but he didn't know when he had finished loading Bai Yiyi, and looked at the two with a smile and said.

The group walked a few steps forward and reached the shooting position, but Song Yu followed behind Zhengji step by step, she knew that Zhengji had not used a pistol, but Song Liang also followed Bai Yiyi's side.

"Come, like this kind of gun, generally speaking, you should hold the gun in both hands, hold the handle of the gun with your right hand, wrap the back of your right hand left and right, put it under the barrel, and keep your feet apart from the width of your shoulders greater than or equal to it, so that you can stand more steadily, raise your arms, stretch out slightly, keep your arms parallel to your shoulders, face in the direction of the target, aim at the crosshair, relax, don't be nervous," Song Yu's beautiful voice sounded in Zhengji's ears, and he personally pointed out Zhengji's movements without avoiding suspicion.

"Remember, hold the gun tightly, let the arm muscles relax, in order to fully relieve the recoil, your waist is also a spring, the recoil is transmitted through the wrist to the arm and finally to the waist to fully dissolve," Song Yu continued.

"Bang", Zhengji couldn't help but tremble, and then there was a burst of cheers from his side, but it was Bai Yiyi who fired the first shot under the guidance of Song Liang, because Bai Yiyi's gun is a less powerful one, so it is also very easy for her to master.

"Do you see that target a hundred meters ahead? aim the crosshair at it, three points and one line, and shoot it," Song Yu whispered in Masaki's ear.

"Well," Masaki held the gun with a little hot hand, and there was no need to laugh at him, as a person who had first touched a pistol and experimented with it himself, it would be false to say that he was not nervous.

"Kata", the nervous Masaki was stunned, but the expected gunfire did not sound.

"Xiaoyu, you forgot to help him open insurance", Song Liang's voice sounded next to the two, but it was Bai Yiyi who came to see Zhengji with him. "Oh, I forgot for a moment, Masaki, did you see that switch near the thumb tiger's mouth? Flip it, and it's unlocked", Song Yu said to Masaki with a shy blush on his face.

Zhengji, who had been nervous for a time in vain, opened the insurance according to Song Yu's instructions, but at this moment, he experienced the episode just now and was no longer as nervous as before, with the gun in both hands, he was engrossed in aiming at the target in front of him through the crosshairs, and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, his emotions also calmed down, and the gunshots in his ears seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at this moment, no longer clear, and his attention at the moment was completely focused on the muzzle of the gun.

"Boom!", a burst of flame came out of the muzzle of the desert eagle, and then a deafening gunshot rang out, Zhengji's arm felt a powerful force coming, the muzzle of the gun couldn't help but float up a little, and the wrist was slightly numb, but it didn't seem to be as uncomfortable as Song Liang said, it was completely within his control, and the target he was aiming at, as expected, motionless, this shot, off target.

"Huh?" Song Liang's attention at the moment was not on the target, but in surprise looked at Zhengji who was standing steadily in place and looking at the Desert Eagle, and some doubts appeared in his heart, it stands to reason that as a person who used the Desert Eagle for the first time, Zhengji's performance was somewhat unexpected by him, you know, even him, when he fired the first shot, the anti-shock force of the Desert Eagle also made him take a step back who was not mentally prepared at first, and on the other hand, Zhengji, did not retreat a step, but his upper body shook slightly.

"What's wrong?Brother Song, is there something wrong with my posture?" Zhengji heard Song Liang's surprised voice.

"There's nothing wrong with it, how do you feel, Masaki?" asked Song Liang as he looked at his wrist.

Masaki put the gun in his left hand, shook his wrist slightly, felt it and said, "It's okay, I feel that my wrist is a little sleepy." It doesn't seem to be as terrifying as Brother Song you said", in fact, Zhengji's heart was also a little puzzled, the recoil of this shot didn't seem to be as strong as they said, if it was only to this extent, Zhengji was confident that he could fire many times.

"I have to say, Zhengji, your physical fitness is very good, it is really rare to be able to use this large-caliber pistol for the first time but only have a sleepy wrist, it seems that you chose this Desert Eagle because you were a little ashamed" Song Liang looked at him and said with emotion.

"Brother Liang, you have won the award", Zhengji was actually a little dissatisfied with his first shot, and actually missed the target, which made him, a traverser, a little unable to get off the stage, he raised the gun, and continued to aim and shoot according to the method Song Yu said just now, and then missed the target again.

"Don't be anxious about political discipline, take your time, you are the first time, and you will be much better in the future," Song Liang comforted him, and Song Yubai Yiyi also went to their own shooting positions and shot at the target in the field.

"Bang bang bang," Masaki sank down, identified the target that had missed the target twice just now, and each shot was fired in that direction, and soon, the seven bullets in one magazine were fired, but the results were not satisfactory, seven shots, only one shot hit the fifth ring, and the other six shots didn't know where they flew.

Helpless Zhengji began to doubt whether his shooting talent was really not good, he shook his slightly numb wrist, returned to the ammunition area, grabbed a dozen bullets and loaded them into the magazine, while looking at Song Yu and a few people boredly, compared to his seven-shot middle one, Song Yu and a few people are much stronger, Song Liang needless to say, not only the rate of fire is fast, it feels like using a pistol into a submachine gun, "Bang bang bang" kept thinking about shooting at the target, and Zhengji, who had good eyes, was obviously able to see almost every shot, Song Liang's shooting was within the eighth ring, and what was even more heartbreaking was that Song Yu on the side was almost grabbing the gun without leaving the bull's-eye, and his results were even better than Song Liang's, although Bai Yiyi's shooting was not as good as the two, but he could also hit one shot within three shots.

Soon, Song Liang and the others also finished shooting their magazines, and the three of them walked back talking and laughing.

"How about Zhengji, how many shots did you miss?" Song Liang asked with a smile.

"Don't talk about Brother Song, I may not be born with gun, seven bullets, only one hit the target", Zhengji said with a wry smile.

"What's that, practice makes perfect, I was similar to you when I first started, not to mention that you still chose this kind of Desert Eagle with great power but great recoil but poor accuracy", Song Liang comforted Zhengji.

"Brother Zhengji, guess how many shots I shot?" Bai Yiyi said with a smug look on his face as if he was offering a treasure.

"Surely you're better than me, right?" said Masaki with a smile.

"I was shot four times, three three-rings, and one eight-ring!" Bai Yiyi said happily.

Masaki gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Oh, who should I be, it turned out to be Song Liang, you are here, I just said why is my left eyelid jumping today, it turns out that good luck is waiting for me here, long time no see, Song Yu, I have missed you very much recently, have you missed me?" At this time, an untimely voice came in, and everyone's faces changed, and they looked at the person who came, it was Qin Feng.

"Yo, isn't this political discipline? Why don't you go singing? Instead of fiddling with the guitar, you use a gun instead? Or is it a desert eagle? Qin Feng pointed the finger at Zhengji, a chill flashed in his eyes, he hated Zhengji to the core.

"I said why I heard a crow crowing a few mornings, it turned out that it would have touched you", Masaki didn't let it go at all, and said-for-tat.