“Finally I can shoot!”
Whether it was the boys' or girls' dormitory, excited shouts could be heard constantly.
And for the first time ever, everyone gathered downstairs within a minute without any complaints.
Of course, Ye Feng is not included among these people.
He was not very interested in guns, especially the submachine gun in Nie Qingwu's hand. This thing was inconvenient to carry, and when it came to a real fight, it was not as convenient as the needle bag in his hand.
"As usual, run three laps around the playground first, then stand at attention for half an hour and have breakfast."
After seeing the team assembled, Nie Qingwu showed a cunning smile on his face, put his gun behind his back, and looked at everyone.
As soon as these words came out, everyone sighed.
I thought I could get my hands on a real gun if I went downstairs to gather within a minute, but I didn't expect to be fooled by Nie Qingwu.
After running, standing at attention and eating breakfast, everyone gathered in the playground again.
Unexpectedly, Nie Qingwu was not kidding them with what he said in the morning. They were actually going to the shooting range to practice today.
However, it was not the submachine gun that Nie Qingwu had in his hand that morning, but the old Type 82 rifle that was about to be eliminated in the army.
Moreover, due to the limited number of guns, it is impossible for each person to have a gun, so each class can only enter the shooting range in batches.
But it was because of the order of this batch that all the teams started arguing with each other.
After all, everyone wants to touch a gun as soon as possible and doesn’t want to watch others shooting.
"How about this? Each team nominates one person, and we'll do a gun disassembly drill. The team whose nominee disassembles and restores the weapon the fastest will get to do the target practice first."
In the end, it was Nie Qingwu who proposed a fair solution.
"Instructor, why don't we compete in target shooting instead of disassembling firearms?"
But even so, some people still questioned Nie Qingwu's solution.
It’s fun to play with real guns and real bullets. What’s the point of disassembling guns? It’s better to clean your own guns...
"For soldiers, guns are life. On the battlefield, if you don't have a gun, you are lifeless. Only when you treat the gun as a part of your body, understand it, get familiar with it, cherish it, and become one with it, can you be more accurate when shooting."
Nie Qingwu shook his head solemnly and said in a deep voice.
"According to what you said, a gun is just like a woman. Only if you understand her and cherish her, can she not lose her temper when you need her, and can she boldly cooperate with you in using her." Ye Feng said with a wicked smile.
As soon as these words were spoken, the boys in the team burst into knowing laughter.
Nie Qingwu was speechless. This guy was truly amazing. He could even relate this to a woman.
However, she couldn't help but deny that there was some truth in what Ye Feng said. Guns are indeed very similar to women. Only when you understand them will you not lose your temper when necessary.
"Each class should elect its own representative."
Nie Qingwu didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long, so he waved his hand and said forcefully.
Since she said so, the people in each queue naturally had nothing to say and could only nominate people.
"I nominate the boss. If he goes on the field, we should be the first to touch the gun."
At the beginning of the nomination, Ji Jixiao loudly recommended Ye Feng.
The other students in Class 4 did not hesitate and elected Ye Feng.
Although Jingtian was a little hesitant, thinking of the temptation of touching the gun, he cast his vote for Ye Feng, and it was finally passed unanimously.
Soon, the candidates nominated by each team were selected. Ye Feng did not know most of them, but a class in the Economics and Management Department of Qingyuan University nominated an old acquaintance of Ye Feng - Wang Zihao.
This guy looked very excited and kept rubbing his hands, obviously wanting to win back the game with this one.
After seeing that each team had chosen its nominee, Nie Qingwu waved her hand and called over a proud young soldier.
"This is Liu Feng, our team's sharpshooter. He is also the record-setter for the gun in your hands. Now he will demonstrate for you. When you know the gun to the extreme, disassembling and assembling it can also be as smooth as art!"
When the young soldier heard Nie Qingwu's words, he raised his hand handsomely, saluted everyone, then half-knelt on one leg on the ground and picked up his gun.
Crash!
After a dazzling series of moves, thirty seconds later, the Type 82 rifle was dismantled into a pile of parts by the young soldier.
"Wow! So handsome!"
"I must find a soldier as my boyfriend in the future! And I want him to be a sharpshooter, his hand speed is too fast!"
For a moment, the eyes of the girls in each team lit up, and the bolder ones even began to wink at the young soldiers.
Nie Qingwu smiled proudly. She brought Liu Feng here just to shock these talented people.
Now it seems that her goal has been achieved.
Snap! Snap!
But just as Nie Qingwu opened her mouth to praise Liu Feng and then give the freshmen another lesson, she suddenly heard the sound of a mechanism being pulled from the side.
Turning her head again, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and roared: "Ye Feng, why did you take the gun apart!"
"Aren't we being taught how to disassemble a gun? The instructor has already done it once, so we naturally have to follow suit and practice it again."
Ye Feng looked at Nie Qingwu in confusion, with an innocent look on his face.
"Watch it once and you can do it..."
Nie Qingwu was so angry that she couldn't help but yell, but she felt something was wrong when she was halfway through her words. She glanced in front of Ye Feng and said in surprise: "All taken down... You actually took them all down? Have you touched a gun before?"
"first."
Ye Feng chuckled and touched his nose: "Maybe it's a talent."
God, you big head ghost!
Nie Qingwu thought that this guy had disassembled the gun by accident, so he said, "Since you are so talented, you should put the disassembled gun back together for me. I don't want you to be as fast as Liu Feng, but as long as you can finish it within three minutes, I will let you in Class 4 be the first to touch the gun."
"Three minutes? Instructor Nie, you look down on me, don't you?"
Ye Feng curled his lips in disdain, then looked at Wen Rou, Lan Ling'er and others who were looking eager and expectant, and said with a smile: "If my speed can exceed his time, can you add an hour to our shooting time?"
"No problem, deal!"
Nie Qingwu agreed without blinking.
It is easy to dismantle something, but it is troublesome to put it back.
The slightest deviation or omission may lead to complete failure of splicing.
It is indeed not easy to be able to disassemble a gun the first time you touch it, but there are precedents for this.
But the first time he touched a gun, he was able to put it back together after disassembling it. She had never seen anyone else do it.
Crash! Crash!
Ye Feng chuckled and grabbed the spare parts on the ground with both hands. His hands were like butterflies flying among the flowers. He quickly put the gun back together at a speed that stunned Nie Qingwu.
It took less than twenty seconds from the beginning to the end. That speed was so fast that the sharpshooter Liu Feng opened his mouth wide, feeling ashamed of himself.
"Coach Nie, you must keep your word..."
Ye Feng grabbed the gun, took a look, then looked at Nie Qingwu and smiled.
Although assembling the gun was indeed difficult, he had a photographic memory and had already memorized the positions of the various parts of the gun when he disassembled it just now.
The so-called assembly is nothing more than stuffing things into the frame of memory. What's so difficult about it
"you… "
Nie Qingwu was completely shocked by Ye Feng's speed in assembling the firearms.
With such an amazing speed, he might even get a banner titled the Army's Model for Gun Disassembly.
After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, she murmured, "What on earth do you do? Is this really your first time touching a gun?"