"You know why I don't have a real gun, right?" Zhao Guangming pointed to the things in the wallboard and raised his eyebrows at Fu Chen.

Here, almost any firearm is available, whether it is a domestic active weapon, a foreign army, or a more famous firearm of the past few decades. Type 03 Automatic Rifle, Type 95 Assault Rifle, Type 81 Automatic Rifle, M16 Automatic Rifle, M4A1 Carbine, AK74 Assault Rifle, FAMAS Automatic Rifle, a lot.

It is illegal to possess firearms in the country, whether it is for collection or hunting, even if there are no bullets. Here, however, it can be seen in a dignified manner.

The law says that companies can legally own guns, and shooting clubs can do it, so why can't the peace training camps? It's not very difficult to understand, back then, the military went to the sea to do business on their own, and now what does it matter if they set up a training camp, and they are not active soldiers, they are just reserves.

Obviously, the peace training camp is something similar to a security company and a shooting club, but very different.

"Understood." Fu Chen nodded.

He suddenly felt a little sad, for more than 20 years, he had lived to be a dog. Nima, if you have money in the future, you must go abroad to find a place and build a private shooting training ground, and you can play whatever you want, it's too fucked.

"The real gun is a red line, whoever touches it will die." Zhao Guangming said, thinking of something and still feeling a little palpitating.

"However, in another way, find someone who can legally hold it and let them keep it for you. It's just that you can't take it out, and when you want to play, you can still receive national defense education in the name of it, how nice it is. With that, he picked up a Type 03 automatic rifle and walked out of the collection room.

The guns of the peace training camp are not so much owned by the peace training camp as it is better to let the former keep them and provide them with a shooting site, and in the name of live-ammunition training for reservists, they will actually be used as private shooting ranges.

But having said that, Fu Chen saw that the collection room was monitoring his own reservists, and when he entered the collection room just now, he went through strict security procedures, and he knew that this arsenal was quite heavily guarded, almost no different from guarding the army's own arsenal. It seems that those second-generation people have a background in the army, and maybe they are the descendants of the generals.

Isn't Zhao Guangming one?

Figuring out the bends and bends inside, Fu Chen didn't speak, just handed Brother Hei a look of "You guys are so deep". He was not slow in his hands, and walked out with an M4A1 carbine.

There were no bullets in the gun, and not a single bullet in the magazine. It was not until they entered the firing position, or lying down or half a ton or standing, and were ready, that the range personnel were ready to evacuate safely from the bull's-eye, and after receiving the news, the instructor next to them took the bullets from the ammunition depot and distributed the loading.

Wearing headsets, lying on the ground with a gun, he waited until the starter gave the order to shoot before he was allowed to shoot.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

Fu Chen had already taken aim, set it to the S-F-1-3 shooting mode, adjusted the range and wind deviation, and prepared to shoot. The primary shooting skills give him shooting knowledge and neuromuscular reactions, and as soon as he gives the order, he pulls the trigger slightly and shoots it out in the form of three bursts.

There is no sight, just relying on mechanical sighting devices.

The 5.56 mm bullet produced less recoil, but the three-point shot still gave him a great shock to his right shoulder and arm. After pausing slightly to adjust his body and adjusting his breathing, Fu Chen aimed at the bullseye again and shot.

With a firing range of 400 meters, just within the effective range of the M4A1 of 600 meters, the ballistic arc can be said to be the best.

A MINUTE LATER, HE STOOD UP WITH THE M4A1 IN HIS HAND, AND ALL THIRTY ROUNDS OF AMMUNITION IN THE STANAG MAGAZINE WERE FIRED. On average, the rate at which one shot is fired at a rate of two seconds. If you count the few seconds that pause after three o'clock, Fu Chen can say that there is one bullet per second.

This speed is not fast for a professional soldier, but it is a little scary for a person who has never touched a gun.

At this time, Zhao Guangming, who fired the entire QBZ-95 magazine with 30 rounds, put the automatic rifle on the ground, and the instructor next to him picked up the weapon to check the magazine and return it to its place. He walked to the side and stared at Fu Chen, who was getting ready, he was really a little surprised, the design speed was not slower than him.

"Yes, you kid." Zhao Guangming pounded his chest.

Fu Chen put the gun on the ground and returned to the rear. The instructor went to retrieve the gun, checked it to make sure it was empty, and then brought it back to the storage room. Strict procedures to prevent any omission, even safety accidents. He had no doubt that if he accidentally pointed his gun in someone's direction when shooting, there would definitely be guards lurking and keeping an eye on them at all times, shooting at that moment.

This made him secretly surprised, no matter what, this is always a place with strict rules.

"Maybe I'm talented." The recoil was quite large, Fu Chen rubbed his shoulders vigorously and said casually. When he said this, he didn't believe it, how could Zhao Guangming believe it.

"Just pretend. You are a military writer, you have said that you have never shot a gun before, and now you are performing so well, you liar. Sure enough, Zhao Guangming rolled his eyes and exposed his details word by word.

"Don't forget, my dad is a policeman, and he has a gun." Fu Chen retorted.

"Will the police use the M4A1? You don't have to say that you can play so well if you remember its parameters. At this time, Zhao Guangming was already holding the telescope and saw the No. 1 target. At a distance of 400 meters, thirty bullets smashed the bullseye into a sieve, and not a single bullet hole was clear.

"Target 1, a total of 243 rings, with an average of 8.1 rings. Target 2, with a total of 234 rings and an average of 7.8 rings. At this time, the instructor had already counted the shooting results.

"Okay, you." This time, Zhao Guangming was stunned when he heard it, and after a long time, he congratulated Fu Chen with a complicated expression, and was faintly dissatisfied and lonely, and said: "I am also a veteran who has been retired for many years, but I didn't expect that even you can't beat a new soldier." ”

"Honestly, it's your first time shooting?" As soon as the words fell, Zhao Guangming walked into him, looked at it and asked in a low voice.

Fu Chen was secretly frightened, knowing that Zhao Guangming had already doubted, this achievement was indeed a bit too amazing. But how can he explain it, he originally wanted to come and play once, try his primary shooting skills, Zhao Guangming invited him to play, and he came with the boat.

"Brother Hei, I said this is talent, do you believe it?" Very helpless, Fu Chen said.

"Old!" Looking at him deeply, Zhao Guangming suddenly sighed, avoiding answering Obviously, in his expectation, who doesn't have a few unknown secrets.

Fu Chen didn't know what to say, the primary shooting skill was to let him have the shooting level of a professional soldier and a senior soldier who had served for 1 year, no matter what kind of firearm it was, replacing the M4A1 with AK47, and even the Garland Mauser style was the same.

This is black technology, of course Zhao Guangming will not understand.

"Brother Hei, you are old, and now it is the world of young people." He was a little proud, half of it was because he was really happy in his heart, and the other half was because he was stimulating Brother Hei.

Sure enough, when he heard Fu Chen say this, Zhao Guangming was a little angry: "I hit the domestic version of the Type 03 automatic rifle, with a bullet caliber of 5.8 mm and an initial velocity of 930 meters per second, which is faster than your M4A1 old American carbine of 884 meters per second, and the recoil is much higher." ”

"It's not that you're better than me, it's that Type 03 is more difficult to grasp, do you want to try it again?"

"Okay, okay, you're amazing."

At this time, suddenly the mobile phone rang, Zhao Guangming was a little angry, picked up the phone and began to answer. He still had anger on his face, but when he listened to it, he turned into a smile, just like his elder opposite. In the end, sighing and begging for mercy, he ended the call.

"What's the matter?" Fu Chen saw him looking at himself strangely and felt that there was a problem.

"A friend just asked me for the storage equipment, but I gave it to you earlier. I wondered why she suddenly liked this thing when she was a girl, who was usually quite quiet and didn't touch these things. I feel like it has something to do with you. Zhao Guangming stared at him and said matter-of-factly.

"Really? Who is she? Fu Chen didn't care. Could it be that there are people like him, who also get the hunting system and travel to other time and space, it's too sci-fi?

"Just the BJ girl I was going to introduce to you, Ye Qiu."

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