Can you eat for training?

I'm going to beat you out of the!

Four not four foodies, you!

Zhou Ru rolled his eyes a few times speechlessly, raised the Type 56 submachine gun, aimed the muzzle at Huang Wubian, and sneered: "BB, hit you, do you believe it?"

Believe, I believe! Who doesn't believe me hacking him!

Huang Wubian looked at the swarthy muzzle, his frightened legs were weak, and he quickly covered his mouth with both hands and flashed to the side. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is pretty much the same, remember, the leader speaks, don't interject~!

Zhou Ru glanced at Huang Wubian, pulled the bolt, raised the submachine gun flat, tilted it up slightly fifteen degrees, raised the corners of his mouth a little arc, and said, "Look at it, now I will teach you to practice posture." ”

Practice posture, martial arts starting style? Use this strange weapon, but also practice posture, so high-end!

Huang Wubian was both excited and curious, staring at Zhou Ruye's movements with bright eyes, without blinking.

Well, that's good, Xiao Huang, you are quite serious about your study!

Zhou Ru nodded approvingly, then adjusted his breathing, and recalled in his mind the college military training, when he was shooting live ammunition, the movements taught by the instructor, and his eyes were unprecedentedly focused.

"First of all, hang the gun strap around your neck, the butt of the gun against your right chest, bend your right arm, swing back fifteen degrees, hold the body of the gun with your left arm, pull the trigger with your index finger, squint your left eye slightly, and aim at all your sniper targets along the cross of the scope. ”

Although the posture is not very standard, it is stronger than a rookie who has never even touched a gun, and Zhou Ru taught Huang Wubian all the firearms knowledge and shooting skills he learned from the instructor to Huang Wubian.

Huang Wubian listened very carefully and seriously, imitating Zhou Ruye's gun-holding posture from time to time, like a decent, really a bit of a professional soldier's posture.

"Okay! Okay, I've finished what I should say, and you can practice the rest by yourself!"

Zhou Ru took off the gun belt around his neck, stuffed the Type 56 submachine gun into Huang Wubian's arms, sat lazily by the fire, picked up a wooden stick, and pulled up the barbecue.

"If it's a brother, do you mean that I can hold this weapon called a gun and engage in actual combat?"

"It's a Type 56 submachine gun, aren't you already holding it?

pursed his lips and scolded a hillbilly, Zhou Ru sighed, expressing his melancholy.

When Liu Lao entered the Grand View Garden, what kind of psychology did the little maid who led the way in front of him?

Could it be the same as me, melancholy and proud, very complicated.

"Target, small stones, distance, fifty meters, fire. ”

Zhou Ru gave Huang Wubian an order, and pointed to a small stone not far in front of him, indicating that Huang Wubian could do it!

Huang Wubian slapped his chest excitedly, and gave Zhou Ru a thumbs up confidently, the meaning was very clear-if it is a brother, you can see how powerful I am a sharpshooter.

"Dada~"

"Aha~"

"Aohehehe~"

The bullets are roaring, the muzzle is sparkling, and Huang Wubian's excited waves/screams are fighting with the male orangutan in heat.

"Cool!

"If you're a brother, I feel like I'm flying!"

Huang Wubian held the Type 56 submachine gun, screamed and pulled the trigger violently, and swept at the small stone.

Rubble and dust were flying, and the cave fifty meters away was in shambles.

These are all masterpieces of Huang Wubian's excitement.

When a shuttle of bullets was completely exhausted, Huang Wubian reluctantly stopped pulling the trigger, looking intoxicated.

Hot-blooded, exciting, and a man holding a submachine gun can be called a man, this is the truest feeling in Huang Wubian's heart.

Baby, good baby, gently rubbing the body of the gun, Huang Wubian is like caressing his lover, his eyes revealing love.

If Li Shu was here, he would definitely be poured a big jar of vinegar on his head, and Zhou Ru had no doubt about this.

"Trash!"

Huang Wubian was immersed in the atmosphere of hot blood, a fist fell from the sky, slammed on his head, and he grinned in pain, and his face twitched.

"If that's a brother, what are you doing?"

Heh, what do you say I'm doing, Huang Wubian look at what you're fighting?

Zhou Ru almost went crazy.

"I told you to aim at that little rock fifty meters away, not at the whole mountain wall, and you can see for yourself what you shoot at. ”

His head hurt, and Huang Wubian, who had a resentful face, looked up at the scene fifty meters away, his face turned red quickly, as if he had been smeared with red paint, and he was ashamed to find a crack in the ground and get into it.

The small stone is intact, and the mountain wall behind it is densely packed with thirty holes.

You must know that the Type 56 submachine gun has 30 bullets in a shuttle, Huang Wubian has all the bullets bursting through, not to mention, he didn't even touch the target's hair, what kind of sharpshooter is this, renamed the fast gunner!

"Thirty rounds, the bullet misses the target, Huang Wubian, you can really do it!"

"Isn't it the first time I've practiced, give me another chance, and I'll definitely hit the target with all 30 bullets. ”

Oh, Lao Tzu believes that you have a ghost!

"Look in your arms, does the Type 56 submachine gun still exist?"

Belch..... What do you mean, can the gun still have long legs on its own, and it can't run?

Huang Wubian was stunned when he heard Zhou Ruyi's words, looked down at the Type 56 submachine gun in his arms, and screamed, panicked.

"Where's the gun? Where's my gun? If you're a brother, why is it that the gun is gone?"

Looking nervous, Huang Wubian was very anxious.

This gun is an artifact, it will definitely be of great use to break into the Divine Soldier Lane tomorrow, and now that it is gone, won't you even have a chance of winning?

Woo wow, my sister, I'm sorry for you!

Once a person is in a panic, his intelligence will decline rapidly.

At this time, Huang Wubian is in this situation, which can be described in four words, that is, the six gods have no master.

"What are you nervous about? Didn't you see that this gun was conjured by my 'Memory Visualization' spell?"

Belch...... This "memory concretization" spell has a time limit, and complex objects such as the Type 56 pistol, which are more cumbersome in structure and more delicate in workmanship, often exist for a short time, so it is purely normal to be hit by Huang Wubian's shuttle bullet and disappear.

"That's a brother, please do it again, 'Memory Visualization', and conjure it up for the younger brother to practice his hands. ”

"It's okay to practice my hands, I raised my hands and feet to show support, but now, my dragon's stomach is still hungry, and I just cast a spell, and I consumed too much true qi, so 。。。。。。 ”

Zhou Ru glanced at the barbecue on the shelf on the fire, glanced at his thighs, and gave Huang Wubian a small look.

Huang Wubian immediately understood!

Lord, you wait, the small one will feed you meat, give you a leg beating, twenty-four hours, full service, you are satisfied!

Is it just this to sleep?

Get lost!