Isn't it the first time you've gotten a gun, and you're so excited! It's not a real gun, if you become a soldier and get a real gun, you won't have to sleep with it in a bed every day! Instructor Fan felt a headache, held his forehead, and said helplessly: "I said, are you a little promising?"

Wang Chaoren nodded in embarrassment and said in a low voice, "I'll try my best." ”

Instructor Fan sighed and said to Wang Chaoren and the crowd in the fourth class of onlookers: "I repeat, you all listen to me - holding your breath and shooting is a very opportunistic method, because it will cause the shooter to be short of breath and unable to shoot effectively for the next period of time, which will seriously reduce the efficiency and accuracy of shooting, and even worse will happen if you hold your breath for a long time - finger cramps, and finger cramps will cause the gun to misfire, and it is likely to accidentally injure your companions." So it's never advisable to hold your breath and shoot!

Everyone nodded their heads and agreed in unison: "Understood, instructor!"

Instructor Fan also nodded, and said to Wang Chaodao: "You practice all three shooting positions again, remember not to hold your breath this time to shoot." ”

Wang Superman nodded and said, "Yes, instructor!"

In the following practice, Wang Chaoren found that he had the highest hit rate when he shot from his stomach, while his standing and squatting shooting was basically off target, so he didn't change his posture at all and kept hitting on his stomach.

After thirty rounds were fired, six hits were made.

Instructor Fan said: "No. 1 is back in the team, and No. 2 is out of the ranks!"

Thirty shots and ten hits, Tao Jian's hit rate is relatively higher than Wang Chaoren's, but Xie Qin noticed one point: Tao Jian's shooting rate in the standing, squatting and lying positions is about the same, and he can't help but secretly admire, this guy is very talented in shooting.

Liu Jiapeng got a lot of experience from his first two roommates - twenty of the thirty bullets were fired out by him lying on his stomach, and in the end, Instructor Fan couldn't see it, and kicked him lightly in the back: "Liu Jiapeng, do you dare to try standing and squatting?"

Liu Jiapeng was addicted to it, and immediately replied without thinking: "Don't dare." ”

Instructor Fan was expressionless and said coldly, "You try it again." ”

Liu Jiapeng shuddered, got up from the ground, and said sneeringly: "That, I'll try standing and squatting." ”

Instructor Fan smiled slightly: "What an obedient child." ”

The remaining ten rounds were fired by Liu Jiapeng in a standing position for five rounds and five in a squatting position, all of which missed the target.

Thirty rounds and five hits.

Instructor Fan said: "No. 3 is back in the team, and No. 4 is out of the ranks!"

Xie Qinxin said this, picked up the laser transmitter and walked out of the team, passing by Liu Jiapeng, who was happily walking back.

Wang Chaoren shouted from behind: "Come on, Brother Ringtone!"

Xie Qinxin said that there was nothing to cheer on, and waved his hand without looking back: "I'll do my best." ”

Walking into the shooting bar, Xie Qin recalled the essentials that Instructor Fan had just mentioned, picked up the launcher several times to find a feeling, and finally slowly put the end of the launcher to a position that was level with the line of sight, with the butt of the gun against his right shoulder, his left hand supporting the front end of the launcher, his left eye slightly closed, and his right eye looking through the hole and the crosshair, and slowly adjusting the position of the crosshair and the target in the line of sight. Let it be, Xie Qin said to himself secretly, letting the crosshair naturally point at the target. He took a step to the left, keeping his upper body as still as he could.

The bullseye appears in the reticle.

Xie Qin recalled Instructor Fan's words, relax his breath, he must relax his breath, he took a deep breath, exhaled it very slowly and slowly, then took another breath, and then exhaled it very slowly and slowly.

When the onlookers saw this, they all thought that Xie Qin was going to use the trick that Instructor Fan strictly forbade to hold his breath to shoot, but they saw that his breathing was getting lighter and lighter, his upper body was flat, the laser transmitter was motionless in his hand, and the whole person looked like an old monk in a meditation.

In Xie Qin, the whole world seemed to be just himself, the gun in his hand and the target in front of him, and there was silence all around.

It's time.

The moment the bullseye rested on the tip of the crosshair, Xie Qin decisively pulled the trigger.

Syllable!

Beep!

Hit the target.

Everyone was in an uproar: this is the legendary good start!

Xie Qin's whole body was immersed in the nervous and relaxed feeling of aiming and shooting, and it didn't matter to him whether he hit the target or not. Before everyone could come to their senses, Xie Qin pulled the trigger again.

Syllable!

Beep!

Hit the target.

The crowd was in an uproar: the legendary double shot!

Now even Instructor Fan began to look forward to whether Xie Qin would have a triple championship, the gunfire rang out again, and the beep of the target came as promised.

The crowd exclaimed, "Wow-"

Sechin turned a deaf ear and pulled the trigger again, and the sound of gunfire rang out and beeps came.

"One more! one more!"

The sudden cheers from the crowd of onlookers startled Xie Qin, and the action of pulling the trigger was a beat faster and he missed the target.

Instructor Fan glared at everyone and motioned for them to be quiet and not disturb Xie Qin. But Xie Qin's state of old monk concentration just now had been broken, and then he never found that feeling again, and his hit rate was much lower.

After firing ten rounds in a standing position, Xie Qin squatted down, supported his left arm with his right leg, held the laser launcher, and slowly fired ten rounds at the target in the distance, four out of ten.

Then hit ten shots in a lying position, six out of ten, and the final result, thirty rounds and fifteen hits.

Xie Qin got up from the ground and sighed secretly in his heart: I still haven't focused enough.

Although Xie Qin himself was not very satisfied with this result, it was already the best result so far, and as he walked back, Instructor Fan patted him on the shoulder, smiled with satisfaction, and praised him: "Good fight." ”

Xie Qin's heart moved when he heard this, so let's work hard slowly in the future, if there is still a chance to shoot targets in the future. Thinking of this, he smiled at Instructor Fan and said, "Thank you, Instructor, for the compliment." ”

Qin Cheng, thirty rounds and seven hits.

To everyone's surprise, Zang Zhichao seemed to have found the essentials, and he surpassed Xie Qin to score a good score of 30 rounds and 17 hits.

Instructor Fan was very helpless about this result, and said in his heart, why can't you play so well during the demonstration?

Ding Yixiong, 30 rounds and 6 hits, Wu Deng, 30 rounds and 9 hits, and the results of the others are probably similar.

The only exception was that Lu Chenghu was all off target. Instructor Fan was very depressed about this: "Lu Chenghu, can you tell us about your successful experience of missing all the targets?"

Lu Chenghu said frustratedly: "Instructor, it's not that my marksmanship is not good, it's that the target is unscientific!"

"Damn!" Instructor Fan was very unhappy, "Don't make excuses, you can't blame the society for your back, and you can't blame the government for your life, don't you even know this?"

Lu Chenghu said very aggrievedly: "No, it's just that the target is not scientific!"

Instructor Fan looked at the half-humanoid chest target not far away, and his brows became tighter and tighter: "Okay, you should tell me, why is that target unscientific?" ”

Lu Chenghu took the launcher, Instructor Fan looked at his aiming posture in the back, and said randomly helplessly: "Lu Chenghu, your crosshair is raised too high, so that all the bullets will hit the outside of the target circle, it is your own problem, and it has nothing to do with the target." ”

Lu Chenghu shouted unconvinced: "It's an unscientific target! I don't believe you can come and see what position my crosshair is aiming at!"

Instructor Fan leaned over to take a look, it turned out that Lu Chenghu was aiming at the head of the half-humanoid target, and couldn't help but ask a little puzzled: "There is no target circle in that place, why are you aiming at it?"

Lu Chenghu turned his head to look at Instructor Fan, and said very seriously: "Instructor, I am the legendary 'headshot', don't you know?"

Instructor Fan didn't expect Lu Chenghu to say this, he frowned when he heard this, and asked rhetorically, "Headshot?"

"Yes, yes!" Lu Chenghu nodded excitedly, foaming at the mouth, "There will be a cool icon coming out when you hit a headshot in CS! That's it, like a skeleton-like ......"

Instructor Fan stared at Lu Chenghu intently, looking interested, but his tone was cold: "Oh, is it?"

Lu Chenghu's face showed a fanatical expression like a religious believer, and his voice sounded like he was reciting a scripture: "And the gun and gun headshot are legendary masters......"

“......”

Instructor Fan continued to look at him with interest and did not speak.

Lu Chenghu looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "I just shot my head with a gun......"

Instructor Fan's shoulders twitched, and he looked at him with interest and didn't speak.

Lu Chenghu said dissatisfiedly: "The headshot of the gun is not a hit, there must be something wrong with that target!"

Instructor Fan's expression froze on his face for a moment, and then he laughed dryly a few times, and then slowly walked behind Lu Chenghu......

Bang!

"Ouch, hey!"

Lu Chenghu felt a pain in his buttocks, and quickly covered his buttocks and jumped up.

Instructor Fan put away his feet and said with a sneer: "You say, will I have an icon of military boots this time?"

“Enemy don!” Before Lu Chenghu could answer, Wu Ke interjected very timely, and the smile on his face was very bright, "Counter-Terrorists in!"

Do you like to pit your good guy so much?" Xie Qin said in his heart.

Wu Ke didn't speak loudly, but he didn't think about it and was heard by Instructor Fan, who turned around and said with a smile: "Yo he! ”

Wu Ke was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Why?"

Instructor Fan raised his finger and pointed at him, his index finger drew a circle in the air, and said softly: "Don't look at the child, turn around." ”

Wu Ke turned around obediently when he heard this, and Instructor Fan walked a few steps slowly, and then kicked at his ass.

"Because there's a bandit here!"

Instructor Fan's kicking out was not very strong, but Wu Ke and Lu Chenghu still cooperated very well and lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.