Ruan Haocheng twisted his eyebrows and recalled the process of his own practice just now.

At first, he thought he was aiming well, but every time he fired a bullet, the tip of the gun would always move the moment the butt collided with his body.

Later, he tried to hold the butt of the rifle and pressed it against his chest, trying not to deflect it at the moment of shooting.

After practicing a few times, I finally hit the red bull's-eye on the last shot.

At that time, he was still annoyed that he should have discovered this problem earlier, so that he could upgrade to the 50-meter target today.

"Company commander, I think you should not only aim when shooting, but also hold your gun tightly, so that it doesn't suddenly deviate from direction when shooting."

The curvature of the corners of Fang Kun's mouth curled a little wider, "Yes, aiming is one aspect, and controlling the firearm well is another aspect that is more important. ”

"Just now you saw the bullet casings scattered in front of Wang Haonan and Guo Tao's table, and you should be able to see that Wang Haonan's ability to control firearms is a little stronger than Guo Tao's."

Ruan Haocheng nodded puzzled.

"Guo Tao used a pistol at the police academy, which is relatively light and easy to control, and can completely control it with one hand, while now he uses a rifle, which requires two hands to work together to complete the shooting."

"And the right hand, which was originally used to control the pistol, has become an aid to the trigger, but the left hand has to hold the rifle tightly to control it from deflecting due to vibration, and that's why."

Ruan Haocheng gradually understood in his heart that it seemed that Guo Tao should not be used to the coordination of his left and right hands.

Seeing that Ruan Haocheng seemed to understand, Fang Kun continued: "After Wang Haonan used two more bullets than him, he hit the bullseye at a distance of thirty meters, which means that he also realized the truth you realized, judging from the scattered bullets in front of his desk, he has now controlled it very well." ”

"Let's take a look at the bullet casings scattered around your desk."

Fang Kun squatted down and pointed to the five or six bullets on the periphery, "When you shot these bullets, you must have tried hard to aim and neglected to control the body of the gun, right?" ”

Ruan Haocheng, who was squatting on his side, nodded quickly with bright eyes, and then pointed to the six or seven bullets relatively close to the center, "Then these should be the result of my focus on controlling the gun, lack of patience when aiming, and a little rush." ”

Fang Kun smiled and nodded, "By the way, these bullet casings are ejected farther than those ones, which means that the gun body has been better controlled." ”

The remaining few rounds were in the center, and Ruan Haocheng couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth when he looked at them.

Although only one shot hit the bullseye of the red, a few others also landed on the edge of the heart.

"To your credit, you realized this earlier than any of them."

"Company commander, this truth-"

Ruan Haocheng had doubts in his heart, why didn't the company commander tell everyone this truth directly, so that everyone could shoot the bullseye in the shortest possible time?

Seeing Ruan Haocheng's entangled face, Fang Kun chuckled, "Only the truth that you have realized can remember it the most, and as soldiers, once we go to the battlefield, the firearms or weapons that we can get our hands on are not necessarily familiar to you, so we must learn to adapt, explore, and understand the secret of controlling it ourselves." ”

Ruan Haocheng's heart seemed to suddenly open up.

Guo Tao should have been able to hit the bull's-eye early, but because he couldn't adapt to the new weapon, he had to re-explore and try again step by step.