Forty minutes later, I raised my gun and fired five test shots, and although it still missed, I found a little bit of feeling. I adjusted my pace and moved my body, and fired five more shots, one of which actually hit the target on the opposite side.

I was glad that it worked. There is less interference from left and right movements, and only the up-and-down fluctuations make it much easier for me to aim.

The next step is to improve the shaking interference caused by my footsteps. The inability of a person's upper body to remain still when walking is a natural linkage response of the human body. But I remember seeing dancers who did mechanical dance were able to do that, and they had a movement where their heads kept their positions in space, and their bodies could move as they could, as if they were robots.

I hadn't learned that kind of dance, but I had a rough idea of the theory. I can control the left and right, as long as I can control the up and down, then I will be one step closer to the goal.

Another hour passed, and I was getting more and more informed, and when I raised my gun again, I ran out of bullets in the magazine, leaving a bunch of bullet holes in the target opposite. I've done it without hitting empty targets!

The eight people in the monitoring room all looked at me with wide eyes, and Guo Pinghai asked Allen: "Has anyone done this before?" ”

Alan couldn't hide the surprise on his face and shook his head, waiting for a moment before he said, "He's a foul!" In actual combat, there was no opportunity or condition for him to play such tricks. ”

The only female instructor took over and said, "You didn't tell people in advance that there is a foul rule, as long as he stands on the conveyor belt and shoots three ten rings with his gun, he will pass the test." What do you think? You didn't expect such a result, did you? ”

Guo Pinghai looked at the monitoring screen and didn't say anything more, but a smile appeared on his face.

I didn't know what was going on in the monitoring room, and I didn't even know I was being watched. I was completely immersed in the practice, and all I could think about was how to improve my movements to get the best results from my shots.

By one o'clock in the afternoon, I had five out of ten shots.

I immediately switched to a pistol, but this time there was a problem again. Because I had never officially used the Glock pistol and did not know the performance, only two of the first seventeen rounds hit the target. I adjusted my body coordination again, and the second seventeen rounds hit six. I was not in a hurry, fine-tuning my body little by little, until all of them hit, and the number of full rings reached more than three times, I was satisfied, and it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon.

After that, I increased the difficulty, I started to stop my body in one position, and let myself start to try to move slowly to both sides, but my movement speed was not the same as the speed of the conveyor belt under my feet, and I still changed the frequency of my feet to control the speed of my body's movement.

With this step-by-step method, I didn't feel hungry before the water and rice entered, and I didn't feel tired when I was soaked in sweat.

No one taught me how to practice, so I had to figure it out on my own. The effect is not bad, at about eight o'clock in the evening, I can already stand firmly on the conveyor belt and shoot accurately, but the accuracy still needs more practice.

I don't know how many shots I fired, and I didn't have to spend money on bullet casings all over the floor anyway, and this time I was really addicted to guns. I've been in the range for twelve hours straight, and I still can't get enough of it.

As my feet moved back and forth, I shot faster and faster, and with more accuracy. Maybe it's because I have a talent for shooting, but anyway, I feel that the gun has become a part of my body, and even I feel that the gun in my hand is alive, it breathes and beats with me.

At 11:10 p.m., I took a special look at my watch and snapped a picture of the red button on the wall.

It didn't take long for Alan to come, he approached the shooting range with a strange expression, and before I could speak, he opened his mouth first: "Go back to eat, take a bath and sleep, and come here at eight o'clock in the morning in six days, and we will proceed to the next subject." ”

I immediately realized that he should have seen the results of my training, so I said, "Coach has worked hard!" Remove all the bullets from the gun, check them and put them back in place.

"Wait!" Alan stopped me behind me, he took out a box from a cabinet next to him, handed it to me and said, "This is for you, you take the gun back for maintenance, you can keep the gun with you these days to increase your feelings, and you will feel more and more when you get familiar with the gun." ”

I was overjoyed, and when I opened the box, I saw a complete set of special tools for maintaining firearms, as well as an unopened bottle of gun oil.

I walked back to the dormitory by myself with two guns, there was already a dinner in the room, I ate two bites of three, changed my clothes and took a shower, I couldn't wait to disassemble the guns and clean up and maintain them one by one, the seriousness was comparable to disassembling and assembling precision instruments. I like these two guns so much, and I hum a little song while being elated, and the satisfaction is far greater than today's subject.

The next day I still woke up at 6 o'clock, someone brought me breakfast at 7 o'clock, I still knocked on the door and saw no one, and at 8 o'clock there was a coach knocking on my door.

This time it was the biggest coach I saw that day, he called himself "Andy", and like yesterday, he led the way for me to remember the way and told me he was only going to take the road this time.

After a few minutes of winding and winding, Andy led me to an empty room full of cushions, with nothing but a shelf with all kinds of cold weapons. As I guessed, Andy was going to train me in martial arts, hand-to-hand combat. These include a range of subjects such as fists and feet, daggers, clubs, etc.

At the end of the day, I don't know how many punches I received, how many wrestles I fell, I was trained to draw red marks all over my body with a dagger, and I was kicked in the face by Andy and swollen.

Andy told me that during the three months of training, I had to knock him down once to pass the assessment.

On this day, I dragged my aching body back to the dormitory, and when I took a shower, I found that my whole body was injured, and Andy didn't show any mercy to this guy.

I almost lost sleep that night, not because I was trying hard to figure out how to beat Andy, but because I couldn't sleep at all, and the next day I found that I had slept for only three hours.

On the third day, as usual, the instructor was a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, who called himself "Edison", and he took me to a place that looked like a big workshop.

It turned out that he wanted to teach me how to use various rescue equipment.

It seems that these trainings are specially arranged, knowing that my first two days of subject physical consumption are high, so the third day arranged a relatively easy course for equipment learning.

But it's not easy, I have hardly seen the equipment and tools that Edison asked me to learn, and I don't know if I am lonely or these equipment are too advanced, anyway, a lot of messy knowledge is forced into my brain by Edison. I don't know how much I remembered, but Edison demanded that I be able to operate the equipment proficiently and repair it quickly by the end.

These are not large machines, and almost everything can be equipped on the body, making it very easy to carry around.

For example, the metal cutter is a thing that looks like a robotic arm on the wrist, and when you use it, the cutter pops out directly when you operate the switch, which makes me feel like a Transformer in a cartoon. It's the biggest tool I've ever learned.

At the end of the third day, I walked back to the dormitory with a sad face, there were too many things to remember, and I felt that my head was big when I looked at a thick book of various tool principle manuals.

On the fourth day came a bespectacled intellectual, who he said was called "Gail", and he took me to a very large place where all kinds of transport were parked, even airplanes.

He taught me how to operate these vehicles and how to repair them.

At this time, I began to miss practicing shooting and fighting, although it was a little tired and painful, but it was more interesting than memorizing these things. I'm really not interested in these theoretical knowledge, and I feel very bored to learn.

On the fifth day, when I finally stopped studying theory, a thin young man named "Arnold" came to train me in a special environment.

He took me into a huge jar and made me climb up a little finger-thick rope with my bare hands. Actually, it's not too difficult, but I didn't feel out of breath after climbing more than ten meters. That's when he told me that the current simulation is a 4,000-meter altitude climb, which is normal under low atmospheric pressure.

I secretly scolded him for being cunning, and I didn't say it in advance, no wonder the feeling when I came in was similar to my in Gaoligong Mountain, which was more than 3,000 meters above sea level.

After that, he began to simulate a variety of harsh climates such as strong winds, torrential rains, and blizzards, and asked me to do some extremely physically demanding movements in these environments. I also asked him provocatively if this tin can can simulate the effect of an earthquake, and it turned out that it was really possible, and I was so shaken that I almost vomited on the ground.

On the fifth day, I almost crawled back to the dorm!

The sixth day was a bit special, no one brought me breakfast in the morning. At eight o'clock came a man in his thirties named "Bob." He didn't talk much, but took me directly to a simulated wilderness meadow and told me that today's training was for wilderness survival, and let me find a way to find food and drink in this wasteland by myself.

When I got back to the dormitory last night, I threw up, my stomach was empty, and I wasn't given breakfast in the morning, and I was hungry. I secretly scolded who came up with this bad idea, I just tossed my appetite yesterday and didn't care about it today, and it was a shame that they came up with it!

Fortunately, I joined the army in Yunnan, where many of them are wilderness and primeval forests, and survival in the wild is a compulsory course for us, so I didn't worry too much about today's training subjects.

I found a small puddle full of sewage, which I filtered with my clothes to temporarily solve my thirst problem.

Later, I caught a snake in the grass, which made me happy for a long time, but when I looked closely, it turned out to be a poisonous snake. When I saw those two fangs, I was really shocked, and I said that these people are really ruthless, and they really put poisonous snakes here, and I just grabbed them without thinking about it. Luckily I have a quick hand, otherwise I would have been finished with a bite from it.

Although I knew that this poison would not kill me, and they would definitely come to save me, but I had to suffer a crime, and as a result, I scolded the person who had a bad idea.

It seems that a little carelessness is likely to suffer, the people here are real, and I must not be negligent to them in the future.