"Instructor Du, I'm going to use a gun on the first day?" Zhang Yaleng asked in some surprise, although the gun is definitely a new thing for Zhang Yaleng, Zhang Yaleng is still more curious about guns, and most boys will think that guns are a very handsome weapon, but Zhang Yaleng still thinks that this kind of training is progressing too fast?

"Against that 15-meter target, your task today is to finish 100 bullets, requirements, must be within 7 rings, one is not there, make up one, when you hit enough 700 rings, when you can go." Du Lei pointed to the target in front of Zhang Yaleng and said to Zhang Yaleng, and then he didn't care about Zhang Yaleng anymore, nor did he train Zhang Yaleng how to hold a gun and how to aim, but just took a shuttle of bullets out of the military bag and landed on the table to form a small mountain.

Zhang Yaleng looked at the gun in his hand, then looked at the target platform in the distance, looked at Du Lei, who was busy on the side, and didn't care about himself at all, so with his own cognition and the impression he had watched TV before, Zhang Yaleng grabbed the heavy gun, pointed at the target in the distance, and knocked the trigger.

Syllable! Because it was Zhang Yaleng's first time fighting, he didn't realize the recoil of the gun, and the entire muzzle of the gun floated towards the gun due to inertia, Zhang Yaleng felt a force pressing his wrist, and then he heard the sound of something breaking.

Du Lei and Zhang Yaleng looked at the target at the same time, there was no trace on the target, but the chandelier on the ceiling was broken, and the fragments were still falling down little by little.

"Pretty accurate." Du Lei glanced at Zhang Yaleng, and then as if nothing had happened, he buried himself in his own business.

Zhang Yaleng was a little embarrassed by Du Lei's words, his face was a little hot, but he didn't expect that his first shot not only didn't even hit the target, but also broke a lamp, which was really embarrassing. But on the other hand, Zhang Yaleng found that there seemed to be something wrong with the gun in his hand, first of all, the sound was wrong when he fired the gun, not at all like when Du Lei fired the gun yesterday, there was no feeling of gunpowder at all, and he didn't see any fire. Secondly, Zhang Yaleng didn't ask about the smell of gunsmoke, under normal circumstances, when the gun filled with gunpowder was fired, due to the high-speed rotation of the bullet to drive the surrounding air, the remaining gunpowder smoke after the bullet fell off would spread backwards with the airflow, that is to say, if it was a normal situation, he would ask about the smell of gunpowder when he fired, but Zhang Yaleng didn't smell anything, Zhang Yaleng looked at the gun in his hand suspiciously, but no matter how you look at it, it seems to be a real gun, and the texture, weight, and appearance seem to be exactly the same as what I saw with my own eyes yesterday.

"Instructor Du, this gun doesn't seem quite right, are you sure this is a real gun?" Zhang Yaleng asked Du Lei with a skeptical attitude.

"No, I didn't say this is a real gun, it's too dangerous to get a real gun with your accuracy." Du Lei glanced at Zhang Yaleng and said.

"And this is a toy gun?" Zhang Yaleng asked again.

"The high-fidelity gun, the material and structure are the same as the real gun, the magazine and smoothbore are modified, and the sub-single uses alloy bullets." Du Lei was very surprised that Zhang Yaleng was able to find the difference in the gun so quickly, you must know that this gun is specially made, and ordinary guns are almost the same except for ammunition, that is, the ammunition is also made into the same shape as ordinary bullets, it is difficult for ordinary people to find, even those who often use guns may make it wrong, you can do it with the fake, Zhang Yaleng only fired one bullet, and it is the first time you contact the gun can be keenly found, Du Lei secretly admired it in his heart.

"Oh" Zhang Yaleng nodded after listening to Du Lei's introduction, looked at the gun in his hand, I don't know what to do, after hearing that this was just an imitation gun, Zhang Yaleng's heart had a little loss, but soon Zhang Yaleng adjusted, everything has to be done step by step, you can't become a fat man by eating in one bite, Zhang Yaleng still understands this truth, so he raised the gun and aimed again.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! The shooting range began to ring out [gunshots], and this time there was no more sound of the lights being broken, which lasted from morning to afternoon.

Zhang Yaleng rubbed his hands that were already a little cramped and painful, rubbed his eyes that were already a little vented, and looked at the 10 magazines that had been emptied, Zhang Yaleng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He fired a total of 200 rounds today, barely able to hit 700 rings, and many of them were counted by Duray as part of the 6 rings. Zhang Yaleng felt that his hand would be very painful even if he made a simple fist now, even if it was not a real gun, that kind of force made Zhang Yaleng's hand very unbearable. Not to mention the eyes, the target 15 meters away needs to be aimed, and Zhang Yaleng has to aim for a long time every time in order to pursue accuracy, the target is already small, and the eyes are a little spent.

"Yes, today's mission is complete, and tomorrow will continue." Du Lei looked at the more than a dozen target papers stacked on the table, from the beginning they were on the periphery of the target to slowly being able to hit a position closer to the center, Zhang Yaleng's progress on the first day made Du Lei see it, although the first few magazines were scattered, and even the guns behind the target table in the distance were miserable, at least Zhang Yaleng still persevered. For Zhang Yaleng's persistence and ruthlessness, Du Lei is still very satisfied, diligence can make up for clumsiness, Zhang Yaleng's foundation if in Du Lei's opinion is only D grade, but in terms of hard work, Zhang Yaleng can be rated in A, for Zhang Yaleng, Du Lei believes that after a month, he will be reborn.

"Yes." Zhang Yaleng endured his tired body and pain and said very firmly to Du Lei, for him in a wheelchair, the amount of exercise today is indeed a lot, his clothes are already soaked, his body has become slimy, and there is a faint rustling pain from some surgical wounds that have not yet been fully healed.

"Well, let's go." Du Lei used the walkie-talkie to beckon the people waiting outside to push Zhang Yaleng away, and then began to clean the shooting room by himself, cleaning up the empty magazines and the alloy bullets that were still left at the target platform, these bullets are not easy to make and can be used many times, so we must cherish the use of not waste at will, and collect and reuse after each shot, but the work of collecting bullets is really troublesome and tiring.

After Zhang Yaleng returned to his bedroom, a special male maid soon came to bathe Zhang Yaleng, this kind of bath is very brief, that is, to wipe Zhang Yaleng's whole body with a warm towel, because the surgical wound is not completely thorough, so he can't get wet all over his body, and then put on new clothes for Zhang Yaleng, and the doctor also came to check Zhang Yaleng's body and change the dressing for the wound.

After doing this, Zhang Yaleng was very tired, but Zhang Yaleng still insisted on opening the all-English book, waiting for the orange on the bedside to look at it page by page, picking up the thick dictionary from time to time to check, but every time he picked up the thick dictionary, Zhang Yaleng's face would tremble, because his hand was too painful.

When Xu Yuan pushed open the bedroom door, she saw that Zhang Yaleng was still there looking at the book intently, Xu Yuan did not disturb Zhang Yaleng, but quietly exited the room. Zhang Yaleng looked very seriously, even though it was the first day after the operation, he was so tired that he was already a little prostration, but Zhang Yaleng's expression was very firm, because he was in the next game of very important chess, and every chess piece had to fall well, so he had to work a hundred times harder than his opponent to possibly checkmate the opponent.

On this night, the lights in many places were still on, and they had not been extinguished for a long time under the night sky, and Zhong Bo was still in the office approving documents one by one, sometimes frowning and sometimes falling into thought; Durrey cleaned up the alloy bullets that Zhang Yaleng had fired during the day in the shooting range little by little, and then loaded them into empty magazines one by one; In the bedroom, Zhang Yaleng was still chewing on those words that he couldn't understand, sometimes silently lip-syncing, sometimes flipping through the dictionary; And Xu Yuan, in the kitchen downstairs, was preparing a hot supper for everyone, and the flame of the gas stove made her wipe her sweat constantly.

Everyone is on their own path, and they are very firm and determined.