At the staging ground, Hans and I were discussing his presence at the Military Academy in Berlin when Vincent suddenly came and grabbed us and dragged us to gun practice.

"You, a simple-minded guy with developed limbs, are still here to teach us how to use a gun?" After hearing Vincent's proposal, Hans expressed great disdain.

"If it doesn't work, we'll try, I'm not a sharpshooter yet, but it's okay to teach you two fools." Vincent gave Hans the same look.

I've used a gun before, and even though it's a paintball gun, it doesn't stop me from practicing marksmanship. Hearing this, I also expressed my dissatisfaction with Vincent, and then followed him to a clearing.

Vincent put Hans and I in his place, and he himself went to a stake and placed on it a pomegranate, the kind of local soft-seeded pomegranate that Natel had held that day.

He walked back slowly, patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's 500 meters, if you can hit the target accurately, then you can pass." He said to himself, and I looked at the pomegranate worriedly, not to mention this distance, even if I get closer to 200 meters, I won't be able to hit.

"How is this possible, at this distance, it is too difficult to hit such a small target." I scratched my head and looked at the weapon he had given me, the Kar-98K rifle, a standard rifle for German infantry, with a range of 800 meters, using universal 8mm Mauser rounds, and a mechanical sight on the wall.

"Hehe, this distance is the best distance, if the enemy reaches 200 meters, then you can use a submachine gun." He smiled and swept my eyes down, "But anyway, let's try it." ”

I was holding the Kar-98K rifle in my hand, and I was aiming at my target through the V-shaped notch on the top of the gun, but my hand was shaking so much that I couldn't aim at the target accurately.

With that, Vincent ran back to the car, and a moment later he ran over with an extra thing in his hand.

It was a rifle wrapped in strips of cloth, and when viewed from a distance, it was more like a burning stick. However, the scope on the gun fully explains the identity of its owner - Mauser 98k sniper rifle, effective range of 800 meters, maximum range of 1000 meters, the use of universal 7.92 * 57MM Mauser bullets, which are equipped with 6 times the ZF42 sight, with a blade-shaped crosshair, greatly strengthened the shooting accuracy, although the initial velocity of its bullet is low and leads to insufficient penetration, but against soldiers within 800 meters still has greater lethality. Its unique double-row fixed magazine design allows the gun to be reloaded in two ways, the bridge clamp loading method with a five-round magazine at a time and the manual compression method with a single round load.

"Bang!" After about five seconds of aiming, Vincent pulled the trigger, and the pomegranate on the stake was shot away.

"Vincent, where did you get this gun?" I saw a tank crew take out a sniper rifle from the car, and naturally expressed suspicion.

"My gun, it's someone else's." He stroked the gun in his hand and said slowly, "That was before the war. I learned marksmanship from our old hunter, and when he got this gun out of nowhere, he told me that he would give it to me if I could one day become a real hunter. However, my job is a store salesperson, and I have fun doing it, and I have no interest in being that professional hunter at all. But the old man didn't listen to me, insisted on teaching me, and finally gave me the gun. ”

"Stop telling your disgusting stories!" Hans interrupted Vincent, "You're cheating!" You let us shoot with the mechanical aiming of a normal rifle, and you yourself aim at the target with a sniper rifle with an optical sight, taking too much advantage than us. Hans was full of contempt for his actions.

"What? Can you hit with this? No kidding. Vincent's slightly mocking words upset me, and I took his gun and began to aim.

However, when I picked up the gun, I realized that Vincent was right, and although I saw the target in the sniper scope and tried to hold the gun steady, I wasn't quite sure I could hit it.

Although I used the original simulation models of assault rifles such as AUG, after all, it was only for shooting at a distance of up to 200 meters, and automatic rifles could cover the target area with bullets, but rifles could not.

Finally, after aiming for about 10 seconds, I detached the trigger. But the target in the scope was still there.

Hans pouted when he saw that I didn't hit, and was not very happy with my result, but it seemed to be expected. Then he took the sniper rifle from me, took aim, and opened fire about 5 seconds later. But it turned out to be the same as me, and the pomegranate was still there. Hans angrily put down the gun, and Vincent kept smiling beside him, with a clear expression on his face that said, "Come and beg me, beg me, and I'll teach you how to shoot." Something like that.

But there was no way we could let him succeed in this way, and we each tried a magazine, and I was empty of all five rounds, while Hans's fourth bullet grazed the edge of the pomegranate and bounced it off.

Faced with such a result, we could only admit it, and Vincent took the opportunity to come over and show off his skills, so that we could learn from him. Although the two of us are reluctant, but after all, the skills are not as good as others, and there is no harm in learning from him, and it is a good thing if we can really learn something.

But we were so naïve, Vincent taught us one action at a time, and the picture was exactly like being at boot camp, and people passing by couldn't help but laugh when they saw us. And so, after a morning, Hans and I were still practicing the basic movements, and our eyes began to shake as the mechanical sights on the guns began to shake. The blazing midday sun made Hans and I sweat profusely. And although Vincent in front of us is under the sun like us, he doesn't seem to feel the heat at all, but devotes himself to the "cause of education", which is really a monster

However, in the end, I didn't learn to shoot accurately with a rifle. Although Vincent said that he must let me learn it, I was no longer interested, and gave Hans to him, saying that he would let Hans learn my share with him.

I ran away as fast as I could, completely ignoring Hans's cries for help from behind me.