When Yu Yang saw the hostage target, his hand had already pulled the trigger, and his instinctive reaction was too fast, faster than the brain's thoughts, and the mission failed again.

Continue to return to the starting point, continue to shoot three fixed targets, and then enter the wilderness, Yu Yang did not pass through the wilderness for three days, and the farthest one was about to come to an end, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

The failure of three consecutive days did not make Yu Yang lose confidence, every time he failed, Yu Yang felt his progress, from the beginning he could only walk 50 meters to 100 meters, and now he can get close to the end, Yu Yang is very satisfied with his progress.

On the fourth day, Yu Yang finally crossed the wilderness and came to another training ground, compared to the wilderness training ground, this training ground is much smaller, you can see the end at a glance, it is about two hundred meters long, without any shelter, at a glance, but in the farthest position, rows of neat humanoid targets stand at the far end of the training ground.

Soap appeared in front of Yu Yang again, Yu Yang felt that the soap was very powerful, there was almost no sound when walking, and it would always appear around Yu Yang at the first time, whether it was Yu Yang's mistake or successful clearance, the soap that was still playing games with his mobile phone just now stood in front of you seriously after a while.

It was similar to before, there were a few weapons on several tables, but this time the weapons looked much more bloated, all kinds of light machine guns, Yu Yang had seen and had never seen them, neatly placed on the table, and there was a long chain of bullets of various calibers next to them, and each machine gun had at least a hundred rounds next to it, or more.

Soap walked over to the table, picked up an M249 machine gun at random, picked up a chain of 100 rounds, loaded it, loaded the bullet, lay directly on the ground, and began to shoot at the target in the distance.

The point fire of soap is very regular, it is not the usual strafe when soldiers use machine guns to suppress fire, but the use of point fire, the rhythm of shooting is well controlled, Yu Yang pricked up his ears and listened carefully, three bullets at a frequency, like a light and rhythmic waltz.

"Da Da Da, Da ,......" The rhythm of the sound was very strong, Yu Yang picked up a telescope on the table and observed the target of the soap shot, and the soap hit a fixed target two hundred meters away.

Two hundred meters away, the original neatly arranged row of targets, now more than half of them have fallen, three bullets knocked out a target, like harvesting wheat, the target is like waiting to be harvested, one after another quickly fell, and finally after a hundred bullets were fired, Soap snatched the telescope in Yu Yang's hand and began to observe his shooting results.

"Well, barely qualified, the requirements for you can't be too high, do you see thirty-three fixed targets on the other side? In a minute, a hundred bullets, just knock them all down, come on, I think you can complete the mission! ”

After the soap finished speaking, he stretched lazily, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and continued to play mobile games, not knowing what games attracted his interest so much.

Yu Yang watched the soap leave slowly, and really wanted to scold, a hundred bullets, thirty-three fixed targets, within one minute, the average is two seconds, three bullets and a target, this is not very demanding? This is to bring in machine gunners in their regiment and not necessarily be able to accomplish this task.

However, Yu Yang complained and complained, but he still picked up a bullet chain again, loaded the bullet, ready to shoot, the weapon was equipped with a quadruple scope, there was not too much problem in observing the two-hundred-meter target, Yu Yang did not pull the trigger for the first time, but silently timed in his heart, turning the muzzle every two seconds, aiming at the next target, and finding a pattern first.

About ten minutes later, Yu Yang probably had a number in his heart, turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the first shooting target on the left and pulled the trigger, the crisp machine gun sounded, after Yu Yang pulled the trigger, he immediately let go of his finger, and the gunfire stopped abruptly, as if he had just fired about five bullets, maybe more.

With frowns furrowed, Yu Yang continued to quickly turn the muzzle of the gun, aiming at his next target, when Yu Yang hit the thirteen targets, there was a sound of air fire from the weapon, and the bullets had been all emptied by Yu Yang.

After this period of training, although Yu Yang has never used a machine gun, he is still confident that he can control a machine gun to hit a target 200 meters away, and it is difficult to knock down 33 targets in a one-minute time limit, and what is even more difficult is that there are only 100 bullets, and each target can only use three bullets.

The rate of fire of the machine gun is very fast, the rate of fire of the MG249 light machine gun in Yu Yang's hand can reach 1,000 rounds (theoretical rate of fire), if you pull the trigger and pay a little attention, you can shoot sixteen bullets in one second, a hundred bullets, and seven or eight seconds will be empty, so how to control the shooting rhythm is the key to whether Yu Yang can succeed.

Only thirteen targets were hit just now, and Yu Yang shot all the bullets empty, and there was still a big gap between the thirty-three targets.

Yu Yang reloaded his weapon and was about to continue the challenge, but Soap, who had been playing the game just now, suddenly stood up: "If I were you, I wouldn't challenge this task that is impossible now, but to practice, how to control the rhythm of shooting!" ”

As he spoke, Soap circled his head with his left hand and made a thoughtful gesture: "Feel the frequency of shooting, when you can shoot two or three rounds every time, you try again, if you're lucky, maybe you can do it." After finishing speaking, he made a helpless expression very badly.

After Yu Yang heard it, he nodded, held the machine gun in his hand, and began to practice point shooting at the target in the distance, not so much practicing point shooting, but feeling the rhythm of pulling the trigger, three bullets, almost the moment he pulled the trigger, he was about to let go of his hand, Yu Yang didn't aim at the target at all, just shot aimlessly.

One hundred rounds of bullets Yu Yang pulled the trigger and released the trigger, and after repeating this more than a dozen times, the bullet missed again, and there was still a big gap between the thirty-three times.

Yu Yang frowned, just now he had tried his best to release the trigger as fast as possible, the first few times, it was two or three rounds to end the shooting, but the interval between the next few times was a bit long, and more than ten bullets were fired at once, so it caused more than a dozen bullets to be missed.