"I heard my mother's former comrade-in-arms surnamed Cai said that her mother's marksmanship in the army called her the second, and no one dared to claim the first. I think, I guess I inherited my mother's talent."
Ye Jian in the sun sneaked for a long time, and even the broken hair on his forehead was drenched into locks with sweat, and it was clinging to the delicate forehead, a drop of sweat was condensed on the tip of the hair, and the sweat dripped to the long length as she spoke. Eyelashes, blinked into the eyes.
Ye Jian, whose eyes were accustomed to being stimulated by sweat, didn't feel any discomfort. Because of the smile on Dad Fu's face, her eyes were shining like stars, and she looked delicate and not tired from training, on the contrary, she was more charming and confident.
His daughter... really likes this kind of training!
Dad Fu, who realized this, was happy at the same time but also a little bit sour.
This kind of training is actually very painful, but when his daughter was fourteen years old, she would rather suffer so much than go back to Ye Zhifan's house. It can be seen that the hardship in that home is far more difficult than the hardship in training.
His fist was clenched very lightly, and his face did not show up. Instead, he raised his hand with a smile, and gently wiped the sweat from Ye Jian's forehead, "Yes, it is inherited from your mother's talent, but it is more outstanding."
"Dad is very happy. My daughter has grown up to be so outstanding without his parents' company or protection, Jane, my dad is very happy."
Seeing her daughter's excellence, she blamed herself for not finding the two mothers and daughters back.
Dad Fu's hidden self-blame was not discovered by Ye Jian. When Ye Jian started shooting with a moving target, Dad Fu had to endure it several times before he could endure without applauding on the spot.
The hostage target appeared at the same time as the target target. Sometimes the target suddenly retreated after the target appeared. At the same time, the hostage target appeared. Father Fu discovered that several soldiers were shooting with self-defense pistols at close range. As for the hostages mistakenly hit.
But Ye Jian did not. Her response was completely proportional to the speed. The hostage target appeared to interrupt the shooting, and the target target appeared to complete the shooting. Once the far and near targets appeared, she immediately used the rifle and submachine pistol to complete the shooting.
"What I am practicing now is eye problems and quick hands, and the brain and hands respond in sync. Ye Yatou like this can be done very well without a single bullet mistake."
Principal Chen's explanation can let Dad Fu know more clearly how much his daughter has been able to have today's excellence, and how much sweat he has put in in the past.
The end of the entire sniper training session was eleven o'clock in the morning, and it was time for Ye Jian to leave the base.
After the end, Ye Jian did not leave immediately, but exchanged experiences with the sniper soldiers.
They have three types of guns: rifle, submachine pistol, and self-gun pistol. Ye Jian, who is standing next to the sniper soldier, changes the shooting of the three types of guns quickly as the target position changes. The action is so fast that people can only see it. She has done it here. Replacement of guns.
"You have to form a kind of conditioned reflex consciousness. When what kind of target position appears, your hand has accurately touched the gun you need to use, instead of thinking about it halfway, and then knowing what gun I have to take. ."
"This is a fixed memory. There are no other shortcuts for improvement. Only by practicing more, the brain responds in line with the hands in order to increase the speed."
Ye Jian didn't hide her personal secrets. What the sniper wanted to know, as long as she answered everything she knew, it was absolutely unambiguous.
The sniper warriors listened carefully, and remembered them one by one. When Ye Jian left the base, when they didn't see her in the afternoon training, they regretted it for a long time.