In a mountain forest, Lao Zhang, who looks like an old farmer, stands under a big tree, smoking the dry tobacco in his hand.

"Keep your eyes on your goal and don't let up for a moment. As for wind speed, humidity and other factors, it is not a question that should be considered in your mind at this time. These things should be instinctive, imprinted in your eyes, etched in your muscles, not in your head. ”

"You shouldn't just see the prey, but the arc of the bullet as it exits the chamber. Your muscles need to relax, but the fingers that pull the trigger need to tense their muscles from time to time, otherwise your fingers may be a millisecond or two slower when your brain gives the command to fire. ”

"You may have more than one goal, or you may be in the protection of a group of people. So, you should learn to protect yourself. Anything that reflects light can reveal your presence, so you'll not only have to camouflage the gun in your hand, but you'll even have to remove the sniper scope. ”

When Lao Zhang said this, just two steps away from Lao Zhang, there was a sudden tremor, and then a sniper scope wrapped in a camouflage net flew out. After throwing the sniper scope out, the place instantly stopped moving. If it weren't for the movement just now, who would have believed that there was a person hiding there?

However, after Lao Zhang saw that the sniper scope was thrown out by Mo Ze, a little smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he immediately picked up the sniper scope and stuffed it into his arms. This look, like a person walking on the road and picking up twenty yuan, for fear that the lost owner will find it again.

Putting the sniper scope into his arms, Lao Zhang patted it again, and after confirming that he had really picked up the sniper scope, he took a puff of cigarette again, and then stood there and said something that snipers, or gunners, need to pay attention to when performing tasks.

There was no sentence, and when Lao Zhang felt that he had said everything that should be said, the time was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon. But Mo Ze was called up from his sleep by Lao Zhang at about six o'clock in the morning, and then trekked for more than an hour on the mountain road to this place to start sniper training.

"Well, that's pretty much all that's been said. The leaf that you stared at in the morning about two hundred meters away from us, now knock it down. Remember, you can only hit the position of the petiole, and I've marked that leaf, and you'll have to pick it up. After feeling that he had said everything that should be said, Lao Zhang raised his heel again, and then knocked the cigarette gun on the heel and knocked out the cigarette ash.

At this time, a light breeze blew, but the little cigarette ash that Lao Zhang knocked out happened to be in the position where Mo Ze was hiding.

After waiting for a few seconds, Mo Ze's gunshot had not yet sounded, Lao Zhang suddenly had a bitter face, and stood in place helplessly and said: "Didn't I tell you, you should shoot as soon as you receive the order, why didn't you remember it?" ”

"Smack!"

As soon as Lao Zhang's words fell, Mo Ze pulled the trigger. It's just that trying to hit the petiole of a leaf, how difficult is it? Especially the map in Moze's mind, there was no way to see where the leaves were so clearly. Unless there was a person standing next to that leaf, Moze would be able to use the map function to find the location of that leaf.

But even if he found the location of the leaf, Mo Ze couldn't easily knock the leaf down. As soon as a little wind blew, the leaves were blown open. Moreover, not only the leaves were moving, but the branches attached to the leaves were also constantly shaking in the breeze.

Therefore, Mo Ze shot with a trace of emotion because of what Lao Zhang said, and it was obvious that he didn't hit the target.

"Now, why do you think you're in a hurry? Since you didn't shoot in the first place, why can't you control your hands as soon as I speak? If you were on the battlefield, you would not only fail the mission, but you would also kill yourself. Lao Zhang on the side saw that Mo Ze's shot missed the target, so he nagged there seriously.

"Smack!"

As soon as Lao Zhang's words were finished, Mo Ze immediately fired the remaining two bullets. At this time, Mo Ze aimed before shooting, but just with a pair of naked eyes, it was really difficult for Mo Ze to aim at the leaf, and he still found the law of the leaf fluttering up and down, so the two bullets were directly missed.

"Look at you, I can't say anything about you yet. As soon as you say two words, you will lose your donkey temper. Not to mention that I stood here with you this day, and it cost me so much saliva. Just because of my age, I should be worthy of your respect, and I don't disrespect my old age. Seeing that Mo Ze shot again and didn't hit the target, Lao Zhang began to talk again.

Mo Ze, who was lying on the ground, listened to Lao Zhang's chatter, and inexplicably had an urge to vomit blood. He is also a battle-hardened person, but when does he have to listen to the nagging of the people around him when he is on a mission? Moreover, when Mo Ze listened to Lao Zhang's nagging on the side, he inexplicably felt that Lao Zhang's tone was a little excited.

But Lao Zhang himself didn't think so, but he just felt that Mo Ze's actions just now were venting his dissatisfaction. Thinking of this, Lao Zhang's whole face collapsed. "Alas, forget it, the young people nowadays can't listen to us old people. It's not like we were back then, when we were eager to take a note of what the squad leaders said. ”

seems to think of the time when he was in the army, and Lao Zhang's whole person seems to be stuck in memories. It hadn't been until another half an hour had passed, and Lao Zhang seemed to remember that Mo Ze was still lying on the ground not far from him.

"Forget it, get up, this week's training is over here, the next six days, wait back and see what Elder Nie will arrange for you."

Got up from the ground with a calm face, Mo Ze didn't even want to look at Lao Zhang anymore at this time. Not to mention that Lao Zhang was still nagging beside Mo Ze when he was shooting, many of the things that Lao Zhang taught Mo Ze were unreasonable in Mo Ze's opinion.

And Mo Ze's silence, in Lao Zhang's opinion, was dissatisfied with his performance. Although, Mo Ze was indeed a little dissatisfied with Lao Zhang's training method, Lao Zhang did not guess wrong. So, on the way back, Lao Zhang began to talk about how obedient he was when he was a soldier.

The two of them just said this, and the other went back to the place called the station, even if he didn't want to listen to it.

When I got back, I happened to see a man in his thirties with a straight face carrying a gun. After seeing that person, Lao Zhang instantly ignored Mo Ze, ran over directly, and shouted from afar: "Uncle Zhang, you are back, did you bring anything back?" ”

"Lao Zhang, you're ridiculing me again." Seeing Lao Zhang, the man with a straight face couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and then handed a bag on his back to Lao Zhang's hand. After giving the bag to Lao Zhang, the man saw Mo Ze. "Huh? Newcomers are coming? Do you have a name? ”

"No name, my name is Twelve." The man greeted Moze, who didn't want to ignore him. Besides, now that he is a newcomer, he should also maintain due respect for those "old people" here.

"Hello, my name is Uncle Zhang, my name is Uncle Zhang, you can call me Xiao Zhang in the future." When talking to Moze, the man reverted to a blank face, but his words were quite easy-going.

Moreover, from this person's words, we can know why Lao Zhang is called "Lao Zhang", and why Lao Zhang calls the man in front of him "Uncle Zhang". Looking at the two who had a good relationship, Mo Ze couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.