"What else can I do? A student and a doctor..."
Ye Feng chuckled and said, "As for the matter of touching the gun, Instructor Nie, do you think I have other ways to touch the gun besides military training?"
Ye Feng's words were indeed not to fool Nie Qingwu. He had indeed touched guns before, but they were all small pistols. This 82-bar type was the first time he handled one.
Nie Qingwu thought about it and felt that Ye Feng indeed had no way to get the gun.
Although it is a bit hard to believe, one can only admit that Ye Feng may indeed have some talent in disassembling guns.
"Alright, squad four, follow me. The training will last two hours. The other squads will watch the training."
After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, Nie Qingwu classified this guy as someone who could not be understood by common sense, and then he and Liu Feng led the crowd into the shooting range.
It is called a shooting range, but in fact it is just an open space with target papers standing upright.
"Liu Feng, please explain the essentials of shooting to everyone." After arriving at the shooting range, Nie Qingwu said to Liu Feng.
The whole class looked at Liu Feng expectantly. Apart from what they saw on TV, they had never seen a real sharpshooter.
"Next, I will show you how to shoot. Please pay attention and watch carefully."
Facing the crowd, Liu Feng skillfully loaded the ammunition, then quickly turned around, half-crouched, and fired three shots.
Not long after the gunshot, a voice came from the target paper a hundred meters away: "Three shots, thirty rings!"
Wow!
Hearing the target announcement, everyone in Class Four immediately looked at Liu Feng in admiration.
The target paper was not big and looked very small even from a hundred meters away. However, Liu Feng was able to score thirty rings without even aiming carefully. His reputation as a sharpshooter was well deserved.
"I haven't used this kind of gun for a long time. I'm not used to it..."
Liu Feng also showed a smug look on his face. After putting his gun back in place, he looked at Ye Feng provocatively and said, "A sharpshooter doesn't just have talent. There's a saying in the military that sharpshooters are made from bullets. I have to fire at least 20,000 rounds of bullets every year to maintain my current performance."
The smell of gunpowder is strong...
Ye Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.
Although Liu Feng's shooting skills were indeed quite accurate, if they really fought him with real guns and swords, as soon as a shot came, he would be able to eliminate the bullet with a flying needle and kill Liu Feng in the process.
"Student Ye Feng, you were quite talented when you were disassembling just now. Why don't you give everyone a demonstration and see how many rings you can make at this distance."
Seeing that Ye Feng looked indifferent, Liu Feng felt a little angry and waved at Ye Feng with a forced smile.
"Ye Feng, come and try it."
Hearing this, Nie Qingwu handed Ye Feng a gun.
She also wanted to dampen this guy's arrogance and make him less arrogant.
Besides that, she was also a little curious and wanted to see if this guy who was touching a gun for the first time had any talent in shooting besides disassembly and assembly.
"The target paper is so big, what's the fun of shooting? It's better to move it back a little bit, so it will be more challenging."
Ye Feng sighed, slowly picked up the gun, and discussed with Nie Qingwu.
Liu Feng was so angry that his nose was almost crooked. This guy was young, but he was very arrogant.
"How far do you want to hit?" Nie Qingwu was also amused by Ye Feng.
Ye Feng patted the 82-bar and asked curiously, "What is the effective range of this gun?"
"It can kill a single target within 400 meters and a group target within 500 meters. It is still lethal within 2,000 meters." Nie Qingwu said skillfully.
Ye Feng nodded calmly and said, "Then let's do a 1,000-meter race."
"One thousand meters?!"
Without waiting for Nie Qingwu to speak, Liu Feng sneered, "Do you know that the 82-bar rifle is lethal within 2,000 meters, but that relies on the kinetic energy of the projectile. In fact, it is difficult to aim beyond 500 meters. The record I set is only 800 meters and 90 rings. How can you hit a 1,000-meter target?"
Nie Qingwu also nodded. Although the killing range of the Type 82 missile can reach two thousand meters, its trajectory is already an arc after it flies out.
Moreover, the Type 82 rifle is just an ordinary rifle, not a pistol. Without a sniper scope, how can it aim accurately at a target a thousand meters away
During her years in the army, she had seen many sharpshooters, but she had never heard of anyone who could hit a target a thousand meters away with an 82-bar rifle. The only record was the one set by Liu Feng, who hit ninety rings with ten shots in eight hundred meters.
After hearing Liu Feng's explanation and Nie Qingwu's expression, all the students in Class Four stared at Ye Feng. They felt that although the boss was very powerful, he seemed to have exaggerated a bit this time.
"If you can't do it, no one else can do it either. Who made that rule?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and said casually.
Liu Feng's lungs were about to explode. After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, he sneered and said, "Okay, come and shoot at a thousand meters. I don't want you to hit 90 rings out of ten. As long as you can hit the target, I will eat all the shells!"
"Ye Feng, don't talk big so early. First, shoot at this 100-meter target paper. If you can also hit 30 rings, I will let you show your skills."
Nie Qingwu also smiled, stood up and handed Ye Feng a magazine.
"Why don't you believe that some things in this world require talent?"
Ye Feng sighed, took the magazine and loaded it swiftly. He then mobilized his internal energy to his eyes, half-knelt down casually, held the gun, aimed at the target paper and fired.
Bang bang bang!
Without any pause, three shots were fired.
"One shot hits ten rings, two shots miss the target..." Soon, the sound of target announcement came from the target paper.
When Liu Feng heard this, he immediately looked at Ye Feng with disdain. He was just exaggerating...
Nie Qingwu also chuckled and shook his head, finally able to dampen this guy's arrogance.
Off target
A strange smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips.
"Wait a minute, let me check the target paper..."
Just when Nie Qingwu was about to say something to suppress Ye Feng in the name of comfort, the voice of the target reporter suddenly came from the intercom. A moment later, a gasp sounded: "Captain Nie, I made a mistake. All three shots hit the target, thirty rings, and it came from one bullet hole!"
All three shots hit the target, thirty rings, and there was only one bullet hole!
Nie Qingwu’s eyes widened instantly and she looked at Ye Feng in disbelief.
The disdain on Liu Feng's face disappeared instantly. He opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief.
Hitting thirty rings could be considered a blind cat catching a dead mouse, but for three bullets to come out from the same bullet hole, this is not something that can be achieved by luck!
Three shots, thirty rings, and still only one bullet hole. The boss is really a talented sharpshooter!
The students in Class 4 also immediately changed the object of their admiration and looked at Ye Feng with expressions of amazement on their faces.
"Is this shot accurate enough? It was made by our sharpshooter Liu Feng?" the target reporter asked at this moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Feng's face suddenly turned red.
The students from Class 4 nearby looked at Ye Feng as if he were a great man, but at the same time, they all had expressions on their faces as if they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
"Coach Liu, are you convinced? There are people in this world who can really crush the efforts of others with just their talent!"
Ye Feng spread his hands and looked at Liu Feng jokingly.
It must be a blind cat catching a dead mouse. How could a guy who touched a gun for the first time achieve such good results!
Liu Feng's face turned pale, and he wanted very much to defend his honor as a sharpshooter.
After a cold snort, he turned to look at Nie Qingwu and said, "Captain Nie, give me a chance and move the target paper one thousand meters away. I want to see how he can crush me with his talent today!"