"It turns out that when you're fine, you're hiding and secretly practicing alone," Qiao Xingyu gave a thumbs up.

"I can't be idle, when I used to be alone, I would do a few push-ups or something in the house when I had nothing to do, but after the disaster broke out, I slacked off a lot," Da Fei said as he reloaded the pistol's drum magazine.

"I'm ready," Da Fei motioned to Chen Bin, and then everyone retreated to the back of his body.

Chen Cailing clenched her fists tightly, although she was not holding the gun at the moment, but her heart was very nervous. When she saw Da Fei raise her gun and aim, the figure of the man in her eyes was much taller.

She hadn't touched the gun herself, although she had designed and snatched Qiao Xingyu's gun with her sister Chen Ting before, but Chen Cailing had always been a little resistant to this cold iron thing.

Maybe it was some experiences in the process of survival that left a shadow on her heart, but now that the gun was in the hands of the person she liked, her heart was full of security and adoration.

"Phew!" After the first shot went out, it left a hole in the target paper about ten meters in front of it, and some ash fell on the wall behind the paper.

Chen Bin looked ahead, and visually inspected the appearance of Da Fei's first shot in the 7th ring, of course, the circle on the target paper was drawn by themselves, and the specifications and standards did not quite meet the specifications, but with the current situation, it can only be done like this.

"Hit," Chen Cailing jumped happily when she saw that Da Fei hit the target paper with the first shot.

Da Fei heard Chen Cailing's cheers behind him, his heart shook slightly, and the crosshairs in front of him were almost lost.

He took a deep breath and quickly withdrew his thoughts. The second shot took him for almost ten seconds before it was fired, and the bullet penetrated the target paper into the wall.

"Whew," Da Fei took a deep breath and put down the gun in his hand. He asked Chen Bin, who walked over to see the number of rings, "How many rings?" ”

"One shot has seven rings, and the other shot hits the eighth ring, but the bullet hole has rubbed the line of the ninth ring." Chen Bin walked back after checking the results at the end of the activity room and reported the score to Ah Cai for statistics.

"It's a good fight," Qiao Xingyu saw that Da Fei hit all two bullets as soon as he shot, and he admired it very much, "If I had your accuracy last time, that person named Yao Yuan would definitely not be able to escape." ”

Then Cao Shengli ran over and picked up the automatic rifle on the table, and held it in his hand as he had seen it in the TV series before. He just wanted to tell Chen Bin that he was ready, but Qiao Xingyu came over and said, "Old Cao, your posture with a gun is wrong." ”

"Huh? I watched on TV that our Eighth Route Army was sweeping those little devils with guns like this," Cao Shengli looked surprised, he didn't understand what Qiao Xingyu said was wrong about his posture.

"Huh, look at my movements," Qiao Xingyu said as he took the gun from Cao Shengli's hand and put the butt against his shoulder socket, "Like this, if you are strong, this kind of gun has recoil." ”

"Also, the legs should be positioned apart, the body should be turned sideways, and the muzzle of the gun should be at a 90-degree angle to the body." After Qiao Xingyu posed, he also demonstrated the movements to the other people around him.

"Come on, Lao Cao, you try." Qiao Xingyu returned the gun to Cao Shengli, and by the way, he stood next to him and helped him adjust his irregular posture, "Raise your elbows a little and keep them at shoulder level." ”

", Xingyu Sect's action looks much more formal," Bian Ce compared Cao Shengli's posture of holding the gun twice, and he had already seen some doorways from it. "Have you ever played with a gun before?"

"I've played, but it's still a few years ago, when I was in the United States with my dad," Qiao Xingyu nodded, "What I just said was taught to me by the previous shooting coach, Lao Cao hasn't touched a gun, I'm afraid he has a little bottom of the recoil of the automatic rifle, so I will teach him the posture in the safest way for novices." ”

"We're all novices, and you'll help us check it later," Seeing that there was also a person here who had practiced guns before, Bian Ce was suddenly much more relieved. Due to the shortage of guns and ammunition, there is only a quota of two rounds per person for this training. Allocating guns based on the results of the initial shooting training is the best way everyone can think of at the moment.

"It's been a few years, and it feels like it's all deserted, and I'm trying my best to teach you what I remember." Qiao Xingyu nodded, and patted Cao Shengli's shoulder again, "Old Cao, don't be nervous. ”

"Hey, why don't you just shoot a shot, what else can I be nervous about," Cao Shengli said with some disapproval, seeing that Fang Hui was also in the crowd, he deliberately wanted to behave well.

According to Qiao Xingyujiao's posture, Cao Shengli put the butt of the gun tightly on the shoulder socket, and then turned sideways and began to aim at the target paper in front of him.

"Da da~" A series of gunshots rang out, Cao Shengli only felt that something was stabbed heavily in the shoulder socket, his head was blank for a moment, and his fingers were not released when he pulled on the trigger. If it weren't for the recoil that made him take a step or two back without psychological preparation, and made his fingers subconsciously loosen, he would probably have been emptied of all the bullets in this gun.

"it," ...... the people around him froze at the extra bullet holes in the walls and ceilings in front of them.

"Two bullets hit...... Finished fighting? Cao Shengli came back to his senses and asked with a confused expression.

"I'm afraid I've already fired more than ten bullets......," Qiao Xingyu felt a pain in his heart when he said this.

"Ahh So how many rings did I play? Cao Shengli put down the gun and ran towards the wall on the other side of the target paper, he lay on the wall and looked for a long time but did not see a hole in the new target paper, "Good boy, where did the bullets go?" ”

"It's all flying up into the sky," Qiao Xingyu rubbed his forehead, "As soon as he missed something, Lao Cao couldn't hurry up and plant it in the pit." ”

"What's the matter?" Cao Shengli walked back a little frustrated, when he shot just now, the sound of the gunfire and recoil made him, a man who had never touched a gun, suddenly feel like a broken piece, and when he came back to his senses, he didn't remember what happened just now.

"When an automatic rifle is fired, if you keep holding the trigger, it will continue to shoot until the bullet inside the gun is gone." Qiao Xingyu said and removed the magazine of the automatic rifle and looked at it, "Yes, there are only six rounds left." ”

"Alas~," Cao Shengli thumped his head in annoyance, his mood suddenly fell a lot, Fang Hui walked over and grabbed his arm, and comforted him in a whisper.

"I'll fight the third one, just do another demonstration," Qiao Xingyu loaded the magazine back and stood out with the gun.

"Remember to pull the trigger and let it go," Qiao Xingyu said this, and began to aim intently. He closed his eyes first, recalling in his mind what it was like to test out a gun with his dad a few years ago when he was playing at the United States Shooting Training Club, and his fingers were rubbing around where he held the gun, using his skin to capture the touch in his memory.

It didn't take long for Qiao Xingyu to open an eye, and at this time, the center of the circle in the target paper had already appeared in the eye-piercing door, and when the crosshair fell on the center of the target paper, he pulled the trigger.

With a shock to his shoulder, Qiao Xingyu suddenly regained the feeling he had when he practiced guns. He didn't look at the position of the bullet holes on the target paper in the rings, but adjusted his posture slightly, and continued to aim his crosshair at the bullseye in front of him.

"Huh," after the second shot, Qiao Xingyu raised his head and looked ahead. Chen Bin ran over to check the number of rings, "Amazing, two eight rings." ”

Cao Shengli stretched his neck and looked in the direction of the target paper, his eyes were full of envy, "Why is Brother Qiao so good?" ”

"People have practiced well, and when we have bullets later, you can be the same as him if you practice more," Fang Hui comforted him, a little worried that Cao Shengli would be hit by this.

Seeing that Cao Shengli was suddenly stunned, Fang Hui thought that he hadn't thought about something, but saw Cao Shengli say, "Lao Huan hasn't come yet, should I call him, hehe, I'll see if he's embarrassed." ”

A few black lines appeared on Fang Hui's forehead, "It seems that I am too careful." ”

"Awesome!" Da Fei walked over and slapped Qiao Xingyu, and both of them had a feeling of pity in their eyes.

"I've practiced before, and it's reasonable to hit this ring, so when there are more bullets, let's practice more." Qiao Xingyu glanced at Cao Shengli as he spoke, and his words also meant to comfort Cao Shengli, but when he saw Cao Shengli turn around and walk outside, he didn't know what he was going to do.

"Xiao Sheng, go on, go try it." Seeing Chen Sheng's eager look, Bian Ce patted him on the shoulder.

"Pig head, I'm optimistic about you." Qu Xiaoshuang also cheered up her boyfriend.

Chen Sheng rubbed his nose and was about to take off his glasses and hand them to Qu Xiaoshuang.

"I think you're still wearing glasses," Qu Xiaoshuang said, "After taking off your glasses, can you really see the bullseye in front of you?" ”

"That's right," Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes and put his glasses back on.

"What gun?" There are four guns in a row on the table, two of which are pistols and the other two are automatic rifles.

"Choose an automatic rifle," Chen Sheng picked up the gun that Qiao Xingyu had shot just now, and put the butt of the rifle against his shoulder to try the feeling.

"Is it heavy?" Qu Xiaoshuang asked.

"It's not as heavy as you," Chen Sheng began to aim, "It's completely different from playing CS on the computer." ”

"How can games be compared to actual combat," Qiao Xingyu said, "I haven't touched shooting games since I practiced guns in a shooting club before." But I think the pistol should suit you a little bit, why don't you use the pistol? ”

"The big gun pulls the wind," Chen Sheng smiled "hehe", "I thought that if I wanted to touch a gun in this life, I could only be a soldier." ”

Although he wore glasses, Chen Sheng was still a little uncomfortable with aiming, maybe it was really as Qiao Xingyu said, a pistol was more suitable for him than an automatic rifle, but since he had made his choice, let's see how many rings he played.

"Bah," "Boom," one shot followed another, and Chen Sheng put the gun down after firing his rated bullet count.

"How many rings?" Chen Sheng asked.

Qu Xiaoshuang ran towards the other end to look, "It seems that I only got one shot, Wuhuan." ”