"Ah Xiang, don't rush, take your time! Practice makes perfect, take a few more shots to find the feeling, if it feels right, it's fine." Bangladesh looked like a person who had come over, and taught Lin Xiang his experience.

Lin Xiang took a deep breath, calmed down, and stared closely at the glass bottle 500 meters away.

Fortunately, Lin Xiang awakened the Vermilion Bird bloodline and his body was transformed.

Otherwise, at a distance of 500 meters, not to mention seeing the glass bottle clearly, it would be good not to be blurred in front of your eyes.

Lin Xiang picked up the gun, crosshaired, looked at the door, the target, three points and one line, and took a careful aim.

"Bang!"

Lin Xiang fired, the bullet shot out of the chamber of the gun quickly, the body of the gun paused back, and was firmly grasped by Lin Xiang in his hand.

Closer, "boom", the bullet quickly shot next to the glass bottle.

The glass bottle didn't move, and his shot was crooked again.

Lin Xiang was not discouraged, he probably figured out a little feeling, he found that every time he fired a shot, the bullet would deviate a little bit due to the recoil.

If you want to hit the target accurately, there are two methods: one is to use absolute force to control the gun body, not let the recoil of the bullet out of the chamber, and let the trajectory of the bullet deviate.

Another method is to empirically estimate the approximate magnitude of the deflection of the bullet after it is discharged, and then reduce the muzzle of the gun by a certain amount when aiming.

The latter obviously has a higher demand for shooting experience, and it is this experience that Lin Xiang lacks.

Lin Xiang is also very self-aware, knowing that he is inexperienced, and his strength is to make up, so he can only take the first method to try.

He picked up the gun again, aimed at the target, and the moment he fired the gun, he held the gun firmly in his hand.

The bullet carried Lin Xiang's hope and shot straight towards the glass bottle.

"Smack!"

The glass bottle made a crunch and burst open.

Lin Xiang clenched his fists suddenly, this was his first shot to hit the target, and it was also the first time he summed up his experience and achieved results, this sense of achievement was incomparable.

Fortunately, the Type 81 automatic rifle has strong firepower, with a range of just 500m, and the speed of the bullet is 700m/s.

If it's a sniper rifle with a longer range, you have to consider the wind direction and so on.

"Smack!"

Lin Xiang was in high spirits, and raised his hand to shoot again.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

Lin Xiang shot out three more shots, in the middle of the gun.

Subsequently, Lin Xiang became more and more confident, and the more he played, the more comfortable he became, and he gradually found his touch.

"Ah Xiang can get started so quickly!

Then let's compare and see who has the highest accuracy and who shoots faster! How about it?" Bangladesh prides itself on being the number one shooting master in the army, and after watching Lin Xiang shoot for a while, he groped his way out of the door, and suddenly felt a little itchy!

Compared with fists and feet, Bangladesh knows that he is not Lin Xiang's opponent, but compared to shooting, it is more about skill and experience, Lin Xiang has just come into contact with shooting, and he is really likely to win.

Thinking of being able to abuse an innate martial artist, Bengal's heart was on fire.

"Lao Meng, you are so thick-skinned, Ah Xiang has just come into contact with shooting, but what do you say, you have also been in the army for several years, even if you win, are you embarrassed?" Bai Zhantang scolded with a smile.

"Hehe, friendship first, competition second, didn't I just watch Ah Xiang grope some ways and think about it, haven't I?"

"Lao Meng, Ah Xiang, wasn't it popular to kick the bottle cap some time ago?

I see that this glass bottle just has a bottle cap, why don't you compare the bullet to open the bottle cap?" Bai Zhantang's eyes rolled and he came up with a bad idea.

"I'll go, the city will play, I actually thought of such a way to play, I'm also drunk!" Lin Xiang was shocked by Bai Zhantang's unbelievability!

"What, bullet open the cap?

Yes, I also think that point-of-fire is too boring.

I haven't tried to open the cap of this bullet, and I don't necessarily have to.

However, if you don't give it a try, how do you know it won't work!

How about it? Ah Xiang, do you want to give it a try!" Bengal was also shocked by Bai Zhantang's divine brain, and said with great interest.

"Well, since you're so interested, I'll give it a try.

However, I only touched the gun for the first time today, and the technique is not good, so don't laugh at me!" Lin Xiang said modestly.

"Where, bullet capping, this idea is good, let's all try it, see who is the first to do it!" Li Qiang is also very interested in the idea of bullet capping!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Four gunshots rang out, and four glass bottles shattered to the ground!

"No, it's too difficult! The cap and the body of the bottle are connected together. I hit the cap of the bottle and the bottle shattered!" Li Qiang said in a loud voice.

"It's really difficult, I wanted to use the method of rubbing the edge to knock the bottle cap away.

But the bullet was so fast that it knocked the bottle down with it!" said Bengal, frowning.

"Don't be discouraged! As long as your thoughts don't slip, there are always more ways than difficulties, and if you have ideas, you will always succeed if you practice more!" Bai Zhantang said to everyone.

"Papa

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the glass bottles were shattered one by one.

But there is no one who can do the difficult action of opening the cap with a bullet!

"My eyes are sour, it's too difficult, it seems that I'm really incredible, the concubine can't do it at all!

However, Ah Xiang, you are so powerful, so many guns, you hit with guns.

If I hadn't known that you had only touched a gun for the first time, I would have thought you were a veteran who had been playing with guns for several years!" Bai Zhantang shouted.

At this moment, Lin Xiang didn't say a word, slowly picked up the gun, and looked straight ahead.

"Bang, ding!

A gunshot rang out, and unlike before, 500 meters away, a metal object suddenly peeled off the glass bottle.

The glass bottle was carried forward by the impact of the bullet, and then fell into the hot desert!

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

"It's really fake!"

The three Bengali wiped their eyes and looked at all this in disbelief.

"Ah Xiang, tell me quickly, how did you do it!" Bai Zhantang was the first to react, and hurriedly learned from Lin Xiang.

"Luck, luck! The method that Lao Meng Gang said about rubbing the edges, I think it is feasible.

Then, I was afraid that the impact of the bullet would be too great, so I deliberately deviated a little, so that the bullet only grazed the cap, and that's it!" Lin Xiang shrugged and said.

"No, Ah Xiang, you've only been exposed to firearms for a day, and you can do this.

This makes us feel the veteran of the gun for so many years, how embarrassing!

However, the method you just mentioned is easier said than done! I'll give it a try!" said Bengali with a stroke of his forehead.

"I did it by luck, and if I do it again, I may not be able to do it again!" Lin Xiang smiled and said.

"Bang bang

Next, there was another dense burst of gunfire, and there is such a thing as talent, which really not everyone has!

After this string of gunshots, Lin Xiang succeeded twice again, Bangladesh also succeeded once, and Li Qiang and Bai Zhantang failed once!