The lunch break was an hour, and the lunch break was to nourish the spirit to cope with the lunch class, and in the afternoon, they gathered at the shooting range, and Lu Fan and the others were taken to a separate area by Xian Feiliu.

There were three guns on the table in front of him, and Xian Feiliu walked out of the group, came to the table, and picked up a gun casually, "The Smerk rifle has a huge recoil. He lifted his rifle, held the handle to his chest, and aimed at the target in front of him.

Xian Feiliu maintained his original posture, his left hand clasped the body of the gun, and his fingers pressed down, only to see that there were three bullet holes near the seventh ring of the gun, "The backseat generated by the burst will be larger, which will affect the accuracy, so not only the palm of the hand must be stable, but the eyes in the heart must be more stable." Xian Feiliu put down the Smerk rifle and picked up another K-model submachine gun.

"If one day, you get a type of gun like the K model, you want to use burst fire indirectly to alleviate the jamming problem, and if necessary, to control the number of bullets in the magazine. With that, Xian Feiliu held the butt and handle of the gun with both hands, and clicked a few times in a row towards the three gun targets in front of him.

"The rate of fire of the submachine gun is fast, but the real submachine gun is not to vent the bullets with all its might, but to strictly control the frequency of shooting, charging for the sake of charging, that is looking for death, and the real charge is to frantically impact the enemy with the most steady mentality. Xian Feiliu threw down the gun, and he picked up the last Z-type submachine gun.

Xian Feiliu suddenly quickly loaded the magazine, fired at the target for a round, and finally placed it horizontally on his chest, he gently stroked the gun itself, "Light and convenient, high explosive power, the magazine carrying capacity is also ideal, the range is short but relatively stable." Xian Feiliu picked up the K-type submachine gun again and held it up in front of his classmates, "Do you know why in just over a year, a gun that was originally close to obsolescence can be improved to such an extent?" he looked at his classmates and asked word by word.

The students looked at each other, Xian Feiliu's question was not like an ordinary question, maybe the students present had ideas in their hearts, but they all felt the existence of traps in the question, so no one was willing to answer.

"Because of the development of science and technology, or the strong support of the state, and the research personnel who bother to research, I know that the answer in your mind is similar to these, but. Xian Feiliu chuckled, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, his eyes gradually sharpened, and even his voice gradually thickened, "Because of demand." ”

Xian Feiliu propped the two guns under his armpits at the same time, "Model K was originally an assembled gun, which was illegally assembled by unofficial personnel, but it was such an inferior weapon, and in more than a year, several versions were continuously refurbished and changed into underground guns close to international standards, and Model Z is just a weapon that the country uses the prototype of the new version of K to re-improve." Xian Feiliu put down the Z submachine gun, he raised the K model, and removed the magazine.

"A ban on guns, as early as a few years ago, was nothing more than nothing, and the outside world was not as peaceful as you imagined. Xian Feiliu stood with the K-type submachine gun under his hand, "In the future, officers may encounter a rain of bullets and even unimaginable harsh environments, and they are no longer the civil servants with a bright future in other people's mouths." ”

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to persuade you to study hard. Seeing the disapproval on the faces of many people, Xian Feiliu laughed again, but then straightened his face again, "This is a warning! I always don't like to talk nonsense, I don't care about anything else, but in my class, anyone must complete the tasks I assign on time." The surrounding atmosphere began to condense, and Xian Feiliu's words were very cold, so that no one dared to talk about it for a while, "Okay, continue the class, everyone should see my operation clearly just now, now everyone is lining up in turn, and everyone can use ten rounds of ammunition for a single model of firearm." ”

I didn't expect to be able to use a real gun on the first day of class, Lu Fan came to the training target, he picked up the Smock rifle, according to the morning process, disassembled and reassembled again, when dialing the magazine, he carefully groped for the cold touch bullets, stuffed them into the clip one by one, Lu Fan propped the rifle handle on his chest.

When his fingers were pressed on the cold trigger, Lu Fan suddenly felt that his chest was very dull, like pressing a big stone, even his fingers became heavy, and even bent down felt difficult, holding the gun, Lu Fan tightened his palm, he tried his best to lift the gun and aim at the target in front of him.

This is a psychological disorder, it is precisely because I have fired a gun that I know the heaviness under this buckle, when you raise a gun, you must know that one day, you will be blood-stained yellow springs, staring at the red bull's-eye, Lu Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, let his heart beat faster and ignore it, and his fingers touched the trigger again.

There is no psychological fluctuation, at this time all Lu Fan's attention is focused on the bull's-eye, only focus can really do one thing to the extreme, suddenly, Lu Fan pulled the trigger, pop, pop, pop! ten shots in a row, Lu Fan turned around and put down Smoke, he used both hands, quickly picked up the K model submachine gun, disassembled and reassembled, almost in one go, at the moment when the gun was successfully assembled, Lu Fan aimed at the bull's-eye, and shot ten consecutive rounds without hesitation, each shot hit the target.

However, Lu Fan did not stop because of this, he picked up the Z submachine gun again, disassembled and assembled, at this moment he calmly looked like a battle-hardened warrior, and when he pulled the trigger, there was no hesitation, "0.3 seconds, 0.3 seconds." "The Z submachine gun has an extremely fast rate of fire, and it will easily fire in bursts even if it is not used to fasten, but Lu Fan tightened his nerves, and constantly counted the intermittent seconds in his heart, turning around one by one, and every time he adjusted the angle, Lu Fan steadily shot a bullet at a target.

"Whew!" Putting down the gun, Lu Fan let out a big breath and held his breath for a while, and when all thirty bullets were fired, Lu Fan actually felt that his vision was dazzled.

"Have you practiced guns before?" Xian Feiliu also noticed Lu Fan's movements, he walked to Lu Fan's side and asked lightly.

"Hmm. "You can't say that he shot and killed people, Lu Fan could only nod.

"Not bad. Nodding, Xian Feiliu praised and walked away.

At dinner time, Lu Fan sat alone in the cafeteria, half of the food on the table was eaten, but Lu Fan stopped chopsticks, until now, he has not broken free from the stimulating senses, the second time he touched the gun, he can do it to such an extent, it can probably be described as talented, but what moved Lu Fan the most was the indescribable feeling after pulling the trigger, happy! That's right, every time he pulls the trigger and the bullet hits the target, he feels a kind of emotion that makes him feel happy, and it is this emotion that makes him want to stop, and he still remembers it to this day.

Maybe there is a violent factor hidden in the body, not only this time, together with the black book, at the moment when the last stroke is drawn and life and death is judged, there is also this feeling, "Am I sick?" Lu Fan was a little panicked in his heart, this kind of uncontrollable emotion is terrible for anyone, just like taking drugs, uncontrollably obsessed with that feeling.

Lu Fan raised his head, there was still confusion in his eyes that had not yet dissipated, "Hey, what kind of expression is this?" Huang Yin looked at Lu Fan with a ruffian, "No, help me get rid of these." He raised his hand and poured the leftovers from the plate onto Lufan's plate.

"Since you're so helpful, just help me take these plates away. Huang Yin threw down the plate in his hand, went straight through Lu Fan's side, and walked away, and behind him, followed by five or six people, they also threw the plate in their hands on the table where Lu Fan was.

Lu Fan got up, he flicked away a wisp of vegetable leaves splashed on his clothes, looked back at the several people who had left in an uproar, he turned around and pulled out his own plate from the pile of scraps, and turned around and put it into the iron bucket in the cafeteria.