Fu Shiwu has an advantage, be serious; Fu Shiwu has a disadvantage, be serious!
In short, he is a person who is very easy to believe what others say, a simple (stupid) boy paper.
As his instructor, all the knowledge that Tang Xuhai taught him was taken as a dogma by the serious and rigid Fu Shiwu and nailed to the workbook (in his mind).
Tang Xuhai's shooting church lasted all afternoon. After dinner in the evening, Tang Xuhai took over the courage to take care of Wen Zhaoming. Fu Shiwu got into Wen Zhaoming's wheelchair, and began to earnestly practice removing and attaching the magazines, and practiced hundreds of times tirelessly.
Then, he began to practice opening the safety, closing the safety, loading, and unloading the bullet...
Week by week.
Tang Xuhai, who was biting on the cigarette butt, couldn't help but look sideways, he was irritable just listening to this movement! How could Fu Shiwu be so addicted to it (and didn't!)
Fu Shiwu pursed his lips, his eyes were lowered, and the expression on his face was calm. In my entire life, when I learned any knowledge, I could not compare with the concentration at this time.
Although I am not sure if I have this talent, it is always right to practice hard.
Don't take anything seriously, hard work will always pay off.
Tang Xuhai was amazed, even when he was a soldier, he had never seen anyone who practiced loading clips and switching safety more seriously than Fu Shiwu!
That night, Tang Xuhai had a nightmare of fighting all night, and he was tired when he slept. After getting up, he looked at Fu Shiwu resentfully, and Fu Shiwu returned a suspicious look.
Looking at his hazy eyes without glasses, Tang Xuhai silently turned his head, how could he complain? It was because he had been fiddling with guns there at night that he had a long-lost dream of fighting overseas.
If Tang Xuhai had initially learned Fu Shiwu's seriousness the night before, then Fu Shiwu's actions in the morning made him understand, and he must think twice about talking to Tang Xuhai in the future!
Fu Shiwu stood in the center of the air-raid shelter, holding the gun in both hands, aiming at the target that Tang Xuhai had attached to the wall with a Band-Aid.
The target was very simple, it was just the trademark paper torn from the water in the barrel, and two Band-Aids were randomly crossed in the middle.
But Fu Shiwu was able to standardize that cross-band-aid like that, and didn't move for a whole hour.
If Tang Xuhai hadn't made sure that his eyes were still blinking and breathing, he would have thought that this was a wax figure in front of him.
Fu Shiwu's finger pressed the trigger, giving a certain amount of pressure, but during this period, the finger did not move, neither pulled nor relaxed.
Tang Xuhai clasped his arms and watched, from laughing at the beginning, to dignified later, to the end, he had to admire it.
Fu Shiwu has a terrifying ability to concentrate. With this ability to focus, no matter what you do, there is no reason to fail.
Tang Xuhai knew that Fu Shiwu's marksmanship would not be bad after that.
After a while, Fu Shiwu still didn't pull the trigger, Tang Xuhai began to worry, he wouldn't really aim until he lost consciousness, right? ! This is not something a novice should practice.
Fu Shiwu has just started to practice marksmanship. It is very difficult to do this, and the burden on the body and spirit is also very large.
However, it was rare for Shi Wu to make such ruthless efforts, and Tang Xuhai would not interrupt him anyway.
Fu Shiwu didn't know that doing this would be a huge drain on his body and spirit, but he knew that it would be very difficult to aim until his consciousness disappeared, leaving only the target.
He didn't do it blindly, because he just experienced this mysterious state not long ago!
That kind of inconceivable, even disappearing himself, leaving only the state of focusing on the target, in the community, under the threat of aliens, he felt it.
Fu Shiwu didn't know how he did it at the time, but recalling his state of mind at the time, he seemed to have touched the edge.
Forget everything around you, give up the other senses of your body, and just focus on your hearing.
Now he is doing the same, forgetting the air-raid shelter, forgetting Tang Xuhai and Wen Zhaoming, giving up the sense of hearing, touch and smell, leaving only vision and the target in front of him.
Fu Shiwu didn't know how solemn his expression was now, nor how sharp his eyes were now. He just straightened his arms, his eyes staring straight at the little cross Band-Aid through the crosshairs.
Slowly, he couldn't see anything except the Band-Aid in his eyes. Besides, he couldn't feel his sore and heavy arms, stiff neck, and painful calves. All these sensations disappeared. In the end even vision disappeared completely.
But the Band-Aid was striking in his senses, a sense that transcended the five senses.
Just then, he pulled the trigger.
"Hey!!"
The sound of the firing pin suddenly sounded in the quiet air-raid shelter, but Tang Xuhai seemed to hear a loud bang.
In the short period of time just now, an unparalleled coercion suddenly rose from Fu Shiwu's body. Unconsciously, Tang Xuhai's body was tense, and his muscles trembled into a fighting state. When Fu Shiwu pulled the trigger, it was obviously just an empty gun, but he could feel a shot that went ahead and shattered everything.
Tang Xuhai's hair fell down, and his whole body was covered in fine white sweat.
Incredible.
Tang Xuhai looked at Fu Shiwu in shock, even the snipers in the team didn't have the momentum of Fu Shiwu just now. In a confrontation on the battlefield in the open field, his momentum just now was enough to overwhelm most of the soldiers.
After Fu Shiwu pulled the trigger, his vision returned to clarity, and a feeling of powerlessness came up. He gasped for breath, but after a while, he was sweating profusely, his hands were sore and soft, and he couldn't hold the gun at all.
Fu Shiwu staggered a bit, and his body fell softly to the side.
Tang Xuhai responded quickly, and with a big stride, he came to his side and supported him.
Fu Shiwu looked at him dizzily, and said weakly, "Why am I suddenly bored?"
"You've lost your strength." Tang Xuhai said decisively.
"How could it be?" Fu Shiwu struggled weakly, but could only flutter in Tang Xuhai's arm: "I'm just doing aiming practice."
"You've worked too hard!" Tang Xuhai had a chance to say the words of reproach: "The intensity of aiming training just now consumes a lot of physical and mental strength. Is that what you can do now? Although I I mentioned the ultimate aiming state of this kind of shooting, but that is all practiced by the gunman after thousands of real shots, how can you come up to challenge the difficulty without letting go of a shot like this?! Reckless!"
"Oh..." Fu Shiwu's expression changed, and he lowered his head and shoulders in frustration: "I was wrong."
He admits his mistake so bluntly, but Tang Xuhai, who is full of reproaches, can't go on.
He licked his lips, coughed dryly, and then said: "However, you may be talented, and you have succeeded in just one time. This state is very rare. After the first practice is successful, you can't relax, and you must often Try to keep it that way."
Fu Shiwu's eyes lit up, and before he could show a smile, Tang Xuhai said with a sullen face: "But! I don't recommend you try one after another, the rest of the time will be ignored. Tomorrow or in the future, if you feel physically and mentally strong A second attempt can only be made when fully recovered."
"I see." Fu Shiwu nodded obediently.
"Can you stand up?" Tang Xuhai finished his instructions and began to care about his current situation.
"I have no strength, I can't exert myself, and I feel a little dizzy." Fu Shiwu was supported by Tang Xuhai's arms and knees. He raised his head and looked at Tang Xuhai above him.
At this time, his expression was cold and his eyes were cold. If it wasn't for his understanding these days, Tang Xuhai would never have been able to distinguish the tone of help in his words.
"Eat some chocolate and add some calories." After Tang Xuhai finished speaking, he put Fu Shiwu in a wheelchair and sat in a wheelchair.
He settled Fu Shiwu, walked over to his backpack, and opened the small box of chocolates.
Only two-thirds of the original full box of chocolates remained.
Tang Xuhai was speechless for a while.
He watched Fu Shiwu take this box of chocolates home, and it was only a week before they left! Fu Shiwu has already wiped out one-third of the number, how much sweets can this be? !
I really admire his teeth!
Fu Shiwu has another skill that Tang Xuhai admires, which is really gratifying.
This kind of chocolate from Jian brand is in individual small packages. It is not big, only as long as the index finger. There are a total of 10 small bars in a box. Tang Xuhai opened a box, poured out half of it, and walked over to give it to Fu Shiwu.
If he was himself, half of this half could live sweetly.
The temperature in the bomb shelter was cool, and the chocolate did not appear to melt in a mess. Fu Shiwu held his favorite milk-filled chocolate and ate it with satisfaction.
After eating 5 strips in one go, even Fu Shiwu felt that the sweetness was a bit unbearable, so Tang Xuhai helped him pour a glass of water, and he drank it all at once.
"Really..." Tang Xuhai rolled his eyes, why did he think that the real face of a mature and stern professional elite was so naive? !
Fu Shiwu was recovering, so Tang Xuhai served the lunch at noon.
Fu Shiwu thought that Tang Xuhai would be clumsy, but in fact Tang Xuhai's own cooking skills were stronger than Fu Shiwu!
He often eats dried noodles with dehydrated vegetables and sauces at home, but Tang Xuhai, from time to time, cooks a dish and stews a soup by himself. Really unbelievable.
If it weren't for the lack of oil, Tang Xuhai, who was dazzling with his knife skills, would be able to fry the dehydrated vegetables to the level of a restaurant chef.
After eating, after taking a nap in the afternoon, he woke up and looked at Wen Zhaoming, who was in stable condition. Fu Shiwu, who felt that his health was in good condition, started aiming practice again.
It's just that he didn't do the ultimate training again, just doing ordinary, hand-eye-mind-line exercises.
He held it up with one hand, his right eye was in line with the crosshair, facing the cross Band-Aid, aiming until he felt that there was no problem, only then did Fu Shiwu pull the trigger.
Watching him fire a "gun" every 2 or 3 minutes, he looked at ease. Tang Xuhai was speechless.
monster!
He finally understood the mood of his comrades-in-arms when they watched him say this word with envy and hatred on his face.