The rising sun had just risen over the horizon, and the sunlight was sparsely falling on the shooting range through the few trees on the col.

No matter what you do in a row, you will always be a little bit earlier than everyone else. Today's target training is certainly no exception.

It was originally a long-awaited thing, and with the exceptionally sunny weather today, everyone's mood was indeed a little fluttery.

"Lao Yao, look, there are birds there! I'll see you shoot two of them later to nourish your kidneys at night." ”

"The white stork heron is a national second-class protected animal. The next one will be sentenced to three years, five years if the circumstances are serious, another five years for unrepentant death, and another five years for those who are disgusting. Go ahead, the kidneys that are not hungry also need to be replenished......"

Yao Bing didn't raise his eyes and said to Zhang Xiaofan. Everyone finally understood that Lao Yao's usual braggadocio skills were not a fart in front of Zhang Xiaofan, a rising star.

There have been too many such things along the way, and no one will expect Zhang Xiaofan to close that beak anymore, so he just ignored Lao Yao for the time being, and fiddled with his soulful 95 form to find the next target.

The shooting range is in a mountain col, with a half-arc shape on three sides, and a row of human-shaped targets standing up in front of it. After the squad leader sorted out the formation, he went to hand over to the veterans who managed the shooting range. When the veteran looked at a group of recruits, the eggs directly carried the big box of bullets, and laughed heartlessly, and he could only shake his head and sigh, it was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of boiling water!

"All of them, stand upright! Everyone checks and corrects the guns, and prepares to ...... in a lying position."

The order was given, and everyone was very skillfully lying on the ground, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the target 200 meters ahead.

"Ten rounds per person to try the feel first. ”

Zhou Bo opened the box of bullets and put ten in front of each person.

"Squad leader, ten is too little. It's not addictive, give me a few more. ”

The sharpshooter lying on the ground was still playing tricks until now, and even carefully pressed the bullets into the magazine, while bargaining with the squad leader with a hippie smile.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you'll shoot later, the bullet is guaranteed to be ...... Enough ......."

Yang Bu was not hungry, and when he heard the squad leader's long voice at the end, he knew that it was going to be bad today. Poor someone's IQ has not awakened yet, and after listening to the squad leader's answer, he is still making a foolish sound. Don't look at it, even Ma Songhua's brain with only 125MB of memory and irregular freezes can hear it, why can't he react?

"All ready, target the humanoid target in front of the target, shoot ......"

Bang......

Bang bang bang......

"Yang is not hungry! Why don't you shoot?"

Everyone quickly shot all ten bullets in the gun, and only Yang was not hungry and did not fire a single shot.

"Squad leader, the target is so big, where should I hit?"

"I'll hammer you to death, and I'll make two more offenses. Don't you see that there are a lot of circles on it? Circle on the ......."

Yao Bing, who was beside him, didn't wait for the squad leader to get angry, and gave Yang Buxing another back of the head.

Bang bang......

Yang Buxing, who didn't dare to hesitate, did as Yao Bing said, and soon the bullets in the gun ran out.

"Target ......"

"No. 1 target 75 rings...... No. 2 target 80 rings...... No. 5 target 85 rings...... No. 7 target 97 ring...... Target 10 with 45 rings......"

Zhou Bo on the side nodded with satisfaction when he heard the results, he felt good, how to say that a solid foundation is the basis of shooting training, it is rare that Zhang Xiaofan is really not bragging, he does have a talent for shooting, and he can score a high score of 97 rings on target for the first time. I thought that the basic results would be like this, and after a few more shots, he might not lose Li Quan's second class. But when he heard that Yang was not hungry and only hit 45 rings, he almost smashed the kettle in his hand.

"Yang is not hungry! What kind of gun are you shooting! The blind man is more accurate than you! Here, give me ten more shots, fight well!"

Zhou Bo is still comforting himself, ten fingers are long, there is always a rat feces in a pot, and it will always get better after a few shots. The usual basic training, Yang is not hungry, this mouse is also very serious, and the movements are also solid and in place.

"I'm not hungry, hold on. Play hard, slow down, don't rush!"

Yao Bing cheered Yang Bu Hungry in his ear, and seeing that everyone was staring at him, his hands, which were not very nervous, actually began to tremble.

Bang bang......

"Target No. 10...... 45 rings ......"

"I'll hammer you to death...... What are you doing so fast! No one is urging you! Look at the crooked again, why are you hitting the middle circle!"

At this time, Yang Buxing seemed to understand something, and took 10 bullets from the pale-faced squad leader and put them into the magazine.

Bang bang bang......

Syllable......

"You're just a ball, and they tell you not to play so fast. ”

Yao Bing slapped his mother and scolded his mother directly......

"Target No. 10...... 90 rings ......"

I thought I missed again, but I didn't expect my score to reach 90 all of a sudden. At this time, Zhou Bo's face softened a little.

"Okay, remember the feeling of the first shot. Then I silently fine-tune it in my heart, there is no bullshit trick to shoot a gun, to put it bluntly, I can have 10 rings if I am familiar with a gun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and shot all the bullets out of the gun.

Bang bang bang......

"Target No. 5...... 100 rings ......"

This hand of the old class really shook everyone. I didn't see Wu Siyi and Dai Gang's hands red!

"See no, lying position, kneeling position, standing position, light it up before eating!"

Zhou Bo pointed to the large box of bullets on the ground and said to everyone.

"The five people on the left stand up! The five of you are responsible for pressing the magazine, and after a group of actions, ten magazines are replaced and guns are replaced, and the time is 20 minutes!"

20 minutes? That's a lot of time, and it doesn't feel difficult. There are only 30 magazines, and even Yang Bu is not hungry at this time, he feels that Zhou Daban has become merciful and has changed his sex.

Sure enough, the outcome of the matter is definitely not as simple as it seems. The perversion and shamelessness of the class leader Zhou are often hidden under his sullen appearance. 30 magazines were fired down continuously, and even the man surnamed Zhang, who claimed to be the number one sniper in the world, was also bitter.

It's not that his enthusiasm for shooting gradually wanes after the high *tide, but the strong recoil force continuously acts on his shoulders and arms, almost letting his soul gun go out.

In fact, for firearms, the new modern semi-automatic rifle has been optimized to the maximum in accuracy and range. Even an ordinary person who has never received shooting training can basically hit the target as long as he pulls the trigger on the crosshair.

The difference between professional and non-professional is the stability of the gun and the sustainability of continuous recoil.

Although today is the first target training for the third class. But the number of rings after the first shot of 10 rounds does not count, but it is impossible to miss the target.

It is said that a sharpshooter is fed with bullets. The way Li Quan and Zhou Bo choose to feed the bullets is very different.

The second class led by Li Quan is looking for feeding every day, feeding every day, and feeding out the habitual feelings. Zhou Bo, on the other hand, is different, and in his view, the feeling of firing a gun for the first time is very important. If you don't try to remember it, it will fade over time. This is something similar to intuition, maybe as Zhang Xiaofan said, it is the soul of the gun. And then feed it with bullets, it's not called feeling, it's called feeling or gun feeling.

A lot of basic skills training is the foundation of shooting in Zhou Bo's opinion, so in a month, the whole 27 days are used to do weight-bearing gun aiming and posture solidification, and it is not until the last 3 days that live ammunition is fired.

Yang Buxing trembled and pressed the bullet clip one by one, looking at the big wooden box full of his feet, the helplessness in his eyes was really not for outsiders. And the first shot in Zhou Bo's eyes feels exactly what needs to be achieved by this kind of high-intensity shooting that is fed and supported at once.

During the continuous shooting just now, he stressed more than once that he wanted the recruits to remember how they felt when they fired. After half a day of training, not only everyone's hands and feet were numb, but even their ears began to grow calluses. As a result, it was another hard fight with the chopsticks brothers at lunchtime.

"Zhang Lance God, why don't you ignore the call of the cold arrow in your hand......"

"Zhang Lance God, did you hear the birds in the sky laughing at ......?"

"Zhang Lance God, why did you come back with high spirits but decayed to the ...... scum"

"Zhang Lance God ......"

"Yang is not hungry, you shut up for me, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, I thought that you must be the one standing behind me when the whole world gave up on me, but now you are also learning from these bastards to fall into the well! I am so sad, even more sad than sad Pacific. I tell you that Yang is not hungry, you are very depraved, I am very sad, you are no longer the pure young Yang who I once knew well, Yang is not hungry......"

Compared with the wind and fire when he came, none of the 10 people in the group at this time could hold a gun in his hand. Even Zhang Xiaofan's beloved "cold arrow" was hung directly around his neck by him, allowing it to sway in the wind.

The result of such a high-intensity continuous shooting is that the recruits are severely overdrawn in physical strength, and in the end even the basic gun movements have changed, and in the end they almost always shoot according to their intuition, just trying to finish the bullets in the magazine, and minimize the damage to the arms and shoulders from recoil on the premise of maintaining a shooting posture as much as possible.

Logically speaking, such an almost blind shooting training shooting performance should not be very satisfactory. This was indeed the case at the beginning, and even Zhang Xiaofan's original score of 97 rings had dropped to below 80 rings when he reached the third round. Even the Gun God is like this, not to mention the others, but there is one exception, and that is Yang Bu Hunger. After three rounds of 90 rings at the beginning, it is still 90 rings, and it is also 90 rings until the end. One ring is not too much, half a ring is not too much. It's just that the shooting is too intensive, and everyone ignores the results.

But the results of others have begun to gradually improve in the sixth round of shooting, and by the ninth round, Zhang Xiaofan actually hit a full ring. It's just that at that time, where did anyone care about the grades, just thinking about how to quickly run out of bullets in the box and then rest......