He had aspired to become a sniper, but the result was ......

The belief in firearms has been beaten to the point that it is only necessary to hold on.

Don't forget the original intention, you have to always, how to turn back is forget.

Scratching his head with some distress, Fang Yan always felt as if he had been led astray by two "beloved" uncles, he just wanted to be a sniper quietly.

Taking a deep breath, he reflected, "I was naïve. ”

The situation is stronger than people, and now it seems that it can only be the main knife.

But marksmanship can't be left behind, and he will still spend some time practicing.

Dreams still have to be had, what if they come true?

Thinking like this, Fang Yan twisted his wrist and went to practice the knife.

In this way, a new round and the final round of special training began.

During the day, he practiced in the sword room, sweating like rain.

And at night, there is always a continuous sound of gunfire in the shooting range.

A week later, one midday, the middle floor restaurant.

Fang Yanzheng, who had just finished practicing the knife, was gobbling up his meal.

In front of him, there were some vegetarian dishes and a large plate of steak and chicken breast.

Fang Yan was accustomed to this, as early as the beginning of his initial training, his food was like this.

Daily high-intensity training must be paired with nutritious food to replenish the body's consumption, and I don't know where Uncle Luo got such a large number of ingredients to stock up in the middle building.

At this moment, Iwa walked in.

"In the afternoon, sword room, you can start practicing your second one." He sat down opposite Fang Yan and spoke.

"Uh-huh." Fang Yan nodded heavily, excited.

The bamboo knife has been used for so long, and finally the shotgun has been replaced.

Seeing that Fang Yan was ecstatic, the corners of the rock mouth rose slightly.

"Boy, you're rejoicing too soon." He said in his heart.

......

In the afternoon, the sword room.

Fang Yan held the second one in his hand, looked at it carefully, and couldn't put it down.

The knife was brought by Yan'er, and she was standing aside at the moment.

"You mean, you will guide my sword skills in this round of special training?" He looked up at the goose.

Wearing a black floral blouse, with black and white striped pants, it sets off her fair skin, and then matches her shawl's big black wavy curls, which looks youthful and beautiful.

Although he had seen many faces, Fang Yan was still distracted by Yan'er's stunning color.

"Yes." She bowed slightly.

Hearing this, Fang Yan laughed and said, "That... Teacher Yan ~ Please advise. ”

"Yes." Yan'er's eyebrows were crooked, and she smiled. "I'll be merciful."

"Ahem......" Fang Yan sneered.

"Well, come on." Wielding his twin knives, he was a little impatient.

It's just that... This two ones seem to be a little heavy...

"Uh-huh." Yan'er nodded. "First of all, you need to determine where your double blades are losing, whether they are hanging from your waist or behind your back."

"Teacher, what's the difference?" Fang Yan raised his hand to ask.

The corners of Yan'er's mouth rose, and she chuckled: "Personally, I think that hanging on the waist makes it faster to draw a knife, and it is suitable for encounters; Behind it, it is convenient to travel, but it is not easy to draw a knife. ”

"I think it's behind it, and the style is more stylish," Fang Yan began to look forward to the appearance ......of carrying two people in all directions.

"I'm just a little worried, put it behind my back, when the double knife is pulled out, will it ...... Cut to the head Wow?! He said with a toothache.

Yan'er was quite speechless after hearing this.

"I think you should be more concerned about how you pull the knife out of your back than that." She said helplessly.

Hearing this, Fang Yan suddenly felt a headache.

As Yan'er said, the blade of the double knife is only three feet long, and the blade is three and a half feet long.

How do you pull out a long knife from your back?

He pondered quietly.

Put a spring in the scabbard and let the knife pop out when you draw it? What should I do if I don't catch it......

Pull hard, throw the knife out and pick it up again? This picture... It's ugly.

Just break the long knife in half and pull it out...... When your opponent laughs at you for not being able to pull out the long knife behind your back, pull out the broken knife and throw him in the face? Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it......

A one-and-a-half-foot-long gap is opened on the side of the scabbard, and the lower part of the blade is pierced through the gap when the knife is drawn?

After thinking about it for a while, he still felt that the last method was reliable......

At that moment, Fang Yan told Yan'er about this idea.

Yan'er's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she couldn't help but praise his IQ, and said that she would tell Uncle Luo to help modify it.

"Then what you have to do next is to pierce that cloth, which is the training supplies that Uncle Luo made before." Yan'er pointed to a piece of "cloth" that stood in the open space not far away.

This cloth is square, three feet long and three feet wide, and its color is made of unknown materials, but at first glance it is known that it is extremely flexible.

"Just piercing?"

Sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, Fang Yan was eager to try.

Yan'er nodded and explained: "Although the second one was designed by you, its knife shape is derived from Miao Dao after all, and Miao Dao is good at stabbing. ”

"Why don't you just practice knife moves, that's how you came over some time ago." Fang Yan was puzzled.

"That's what Father meant." Yan'er replied.

"Oh."

That's right, Yan's idea is very rough, in short, let Fang Yan learn to run first, and then go back to learn to walk......

In doing so, he threw away the step-by-step and fast progress, and Fang Yan was just right, what he lacked was time, and he could only live to forty.

"You practice first, I'll go find Uncle Luo."

After speaking, Yan'er walked out of the sword room with two scabbards.

Fang Yan looked at the departing figure of Yan'er, standing upright, not moving for a long time.

For Fang Yan, she is also a teacher and a friend, Yan and Lao Luo, the two big bosses, only know how to teach him his daily training, but in her spare time, it is Yan'er who helps Fang Yan get familiar with the bits and pieces of today's world.

Over time, he had an indescribable feeling about her, and it was like... Admire?

Maybe I've never seen such a beautiful girl when I'm so old, I'll get better in the future, he laughed to himself.

Coming back to his senses, Fang Yan twisted his wrist, held Eryi, opened his bow left and right, and stabbed the cloth alternately with both hands.

As the saying goes, Lao Luo's products must be high-quality products.

It's been a long time since he stabbed it, no matter how straight he stabbed it, no matter if he used all his strength or not, that damn piece of training cloth just wouldn't be pierced.

Whenever the tip of the knife came into contact with the training cloth, there was always a greater reaction that returned to him, and he fell short.

"I don't believe it yet!"

Energetic, he concentrated on poking and poking, poking and poking, until the wild goose came back and did not notice it.

Seeing this, Yan'er simply stood aside and watched, without making a sound to disturb, only smiling with a smile on her face.

Watching him bury his head in his stabbing struggle, she seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Only then did Fang Yan notice that Yan'er was back, at this time, he was already exhausted and wanted to rest.

But the beauty is on the side, man, how can you say that you can't?!

Forcing a few more strengths, he began to stab the training cloth again.

After a while, he was out of breath. In desperation, he had to look at Yan'er with a pleading look.