You say you're not talented enough, who are you despising you?

If you have poor talent, aren't we all scum?

If you think you are less talented, then find someone in this training camp who is more talented than you!

You say you're not working hard enough, who are you sarcastic?

Knocking out 1,800 rounds of ammunition at a shooting training ground in two days, and you still don't think you're trying hard enough? Do you even pull the trigger in your sleep?

The ghost knife really wanted to find the god of death at this time, and denounced the fact that Luo Sheng was filling the cup to the god of death!

"What about them?"

Luo Sheng drank the chocolate paste, looked around the barracks, and found that there was no trace of anyone else in the barracks.

"Training ground."

Ghost Knife rolled his eyes and replied, "Stimulated by you, they all ran to the training ground." I thought you were the only 'mad king' in our barracks, but now I found out that this thing is contagious, and everyone has become crazy, and soon we will become a 'madhouse' here. ”

Hearing that everyone else had run to the training ground, where could Luo Sheng stay in the barracks, he jumped out of bed directly, put on his shoes and ran out.

"It's over, the Mad King is sick again."

The ghost knife slapped his forehead, and he regretted that he had confided the truth to Luo Sheng just now, "I wouldn't have told him if I knew it." ”

Seeing Luo Sheng running towards the shooting training ground in a hurry, the ghost knife also followed cleanly.

Now in the team, the ghost knife is estimated to be able to see Luo Sheng, and the doctor's words are dedicated to treating all kinds of disobedient people.

……

HI training camp, shooting training ground.

Still far away, Luo Sheng could hear the sound of gunfire coming from the shooting training ground, and judging from the sound of gunfire, the people who were training at the shooting training range at this time were definitely not only those in his own team.

AK，M4，AR-15……

From these gunshots, Luo Sheng heard several automatic rifles.

Walking into the training ground, Luo Sheng found that all the target positions on the shooting training ground were standing people, and even Cerberus was training at the target positions.

Apparently yesterday's defeat in the final round of play-offs was a spur for Cerberus.

The person who has the "god position" in the "Temple of the Gods" actually lost to a rookie, which makes Cerberus how to swallow this breath.

Xu Zilin was standing at the first target position at the entrance of the training ground, holding an AKM and shooting, the bullet casings flying out of the shell throwing window hit the partition next to him, and bounced back to Xu Zilin, before finally falling to the ground.

Judging from the bullet casings that fell from Xu Zilin's feet, he fired at least 200 bullets, and it can be seen that Xu Zilin is really working hard this time.

"Ghost Knife."

Seeing the ghost knife accompany Luo Sheng into the shooting training ground, the ripper pulled down his ear protectors and beckoned to the ghost knife, signaling her to go to his target position for shooting training.

It turned out that the deserted shooting training ground suddenly needed to grab a seat in advance in order to have a chance to train, which made Luo Sheng think of going to the classroom to grab a seat when he was still a student at Tunghai University.

"Look at him, don't let him raise the gun in his right hand."

The ghost knife made a special admonition to the ripper, and only then did he temporarily hand over Luo Sheng to the ripper to take care of.

"Can I practice left-handed shooting?"

Originally, Luo Sheng could still resist the idea of touching the gun, but when he heard the gunshots on the shooting range, he instantly hooked up the "gun addiction" that he had finally suppressed.

"Ask the ghost knife, the ghost knife promises, I have no opinion."

The ripper spread his hands and let Luo Sheng negotiate with the ghost knife himself.

Luo Sheng immediately grimaced and went to discuss with the Ghost Knife himself, even if his whole body was full of mouths, it was impossible to convince the Ghost Knife to agree to his training.

"Then can I practice the end gun with my left hand?"

Luo Sheng took the initiative to make concessions.

"Are you sure you're just practicing the end gun?"

The ripper's eyes scanned back and forth on Luo Sheng's body suspiciously, obviously skeptical of Luo Sheng's statement.

"Sure."

Luo Sheng nodded and replied, "If you don't believe it, you can unload the magazine." ”

"Of course I believe you."

The ripper handed Luo Sheng an AKM full of bullets, and after Luo Sheng stabilized the end of the gun with his left hand, the ripper picked up a bullet case from the ground, stood on the muzzle of the AKM, and said to Luo Sheng: "This is a compulsory training subject for your national combat troops, you should be familiar with it, right?" ”

"It's pretty familiar."

Luo Sheng nodded.

Although he has never served in the army, he can often see pictures of soldiers standing bullets on the muzzle, hanging bricks on the barrel, and practicing guns.

"By the way, there's something missing."

The ripper clapped his hands, turned and walked away quickly, and soon ran back with a weight-bearing sandbag that had been tied to his ankle.

"Bricks are the essence of this training."

The ripper hung the sandbag on the barrel of the AKM and said to Luo Sheng: "I really can't find a brick, so I can only make do with this thing, it's not heavy, it's only 5 kilograms, such a weight is nothing to your wolf king, right?" ”

The AKM empty gun weighs 3.3 kilograms, and the weight of the bullets is close to 5 kilograms, and if you count the sandbags on the barrel, the set of things in your hand is close to 20 kilograms, and you must ensure that the bullets standing on the muzzle of the gun cannot fall.

"Not heavy, not heavy at all!"

Luo Sheng gritted his teeth and replied: "Five kilograms is too light, next time remember to find a fifty-kilogram sandbag, who do you look down on with such a weight?" ”

"I appreciate your high demands on yourself! If I could be so demanding of myself, I guess I would be like the Grim Reaper, hiding in a concrete building blowing air conditioners and drinking ice cola. ”

The ripper poked Luo Sheng's waist with his finger and reminded: "Don't use your crotch to borrow strength!" ”

At the beginning, Luo Sheng could still be very relaxed, even joking with the ripper, but gradually Luo Sheng felt that his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and he needed to work very hard to control them in order to keep the gun stable and not let the gun fall.

"There are many countries in the world that produce AKM, and even more countries that produce AKM bullets."

The ripper lowered his head and searched on the ground, and finally found a bullet case he needed from the bullet casings all over the ground, stretched it out in front of Luo Sheng, and said, "There is a lot of knowledge about bullets. If you ask which country has the best bullets, I can tell you that it is the copper bullets of the United States with the best accuracy.

For example, the .408 CheyTac caliber bullet used in the CheyTac M200 sniper rifle that Koala had in mind was filed on a file bed with a whole piece of copper at the earliest, which was not a bullet, but a dollar!

Of course, refined bullets also need to be used with a good gun, and a gun like AKM can't adapt to that kind of 'fine food'.

In terms of AKM bullets alone, the bullets produced in your country are the best, even better than those of Russian origin. ”