Zhang Feng walked toward the tent with a dull expression.
Both arms were as stiff as stones, trembling slightly because of separation.
"Fake Squid!"
Unable to bear it anymore, Zhang Feng cursed.
He felt as if his arms didn't belong to him now.
A whole box of bullets was finally used up, and Zhang Feng ended with another mission of his own, which was to learn to disassemble and assemble firearms!
The footsteps made a creaking sound on the stones.
Zhang Feng looked towards the tent and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Ordinarily, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and Li Jianchai rushed to them to finish the snow lotus. Why was it so quiet in the tent today
However, Zhang Feng didn't think much about it. What was echoing in his mind was the feeling at the moment of shooting.
The recoil will cause the muzzle to rise slightly, which will also reduce the shooting accuracy. From the very beginning, all the bullets hit the air, and later Zhang Feng slowly mastered the trick.
Although the current shooting level is still not comparable to that of other special forces, at least it is a great improvement for myself.
"The sharpshooter is really fed with bullets!" Zhang Feng muttered.
Only by constantly shooting can you master the unity with the gun, which is the so-called unity of man and gun!
"Um?"
Zhang Feng was surprised and ducked into the tent sideways.
He thought it was so quiet today because the King of Hell had not returned from asking others to practice more. But now he saw that everyone except him was lying on the bed without saying a word, and the atmosphere was strange.
There are also several beds that have been freed up, and the bedding on them has been taken away. They must have been eliminated!
"Isn't today just shooting training? Why are so many people eliminated?"
After muttering, Zhang Feng walked towards his bed.
He threw the pistol in his pocket and the rifle on his back on his upper bunk. These were weapons that the judge asked him to bring back with empty magazines.
Instead of climbing into his own bed, he lowered his head to Li Jian on the lower bunk and asked curiously: "Brother Li Jian, what's going on today? Why are you all like eggplants beaten by frost. Are you wilted?"
"well… "
Li Jian sighed and turned away, obviously not wanting to mention what happened at the shooting training ground today.
Instigated by curiosity, Zhang Feng
He felt as if his heart was being scratched by a cat's claws, but he also knew that if he asked so directly, Li Jian would definitely not tell him, and probably no one else would either.
Rolling his eyes, Zhang Feng took down the pistol and rifle he had just thrown on the bed, and said: "Brother Li Jian, the judge asked me to ask you how to disassemble and assemble guns, as well as some tips on shooting. !”
He knew in his heart that no matter what happened today that depressed the mood of Li Jian and others, it must be inseparable from shooting training. As long as the topic was brought to shooting, there was no guarantee that Li Jian would not reveal anything.
When Zhang Feng asked for advice, Li Jian did not refuse.
After all, when he just came out of the Snow Wolf Special Brigade of the Southwest Military Region, Captain Luo specifically asked him to take more care of Zhang Feng.
"Well, keep an eye on it!"
As he spoke, Li Jian disassembled the parts of the firearm bit by bit. His speed was not particularly fast. At that time, Zhang Feng was so clear that he could see every step of the disassembly.
Zhang Feng watched attentively and nodded to show his understanding.
"Did you see everything clearly?"
"Almost." Zhang Feng nodded and said, while fiddling with the parts in his hand, he said seemingly casually: "Alas, so many brothers chose to give up after one day of training. I really don't know if this King of Hell will use it again. What a perverted method.”
"well."
Li Jian was reminded of the day by Zhang Feng's words, and he couldn't help but sigh, "I even thought about giving up today!"
Zhang Feng said nothing, but looked at Li Jian sincerely.
There is no need to speak now, Li Jian's chat box is open, and the next step is to talk mode. All you need is to listen quietly and patiently!
—
"What?"
"Report, instructor, are you kidding again?"
"I don't accept such training. We are comrades-in-arms. What you do is making us kill each other! I refuse!"
Each of the special forces soldiers shouted indignantly when they heard the King of Hell mention the training subjects.
Even the special forces soldier who was holding back his words had an angry look on his face, obviously not accepting the training arranged by the King of Hell.
The king of hell also expected their reaction.
With a vague smile on his face, he looked around at everyone and said, "You think Huang
Quan Road is a vegetable market, shall I bargain with you again? "
"Ah? I tell you clearly that each of you must act as a shooter and a target. If anyone can't do it, ring the elimination bell and get out!"
"Garbage will always be garbage and cannot be put on the table!"
"If one of you chooses to give up, I will eliminate one. If ten of you give up, I will eliminate ten. If all of you choose to give up, congratulations, everyone will be eliminated!"
The words of the King of Hell are full of irresistibility, because he is the King of Hell on the Huangquan Road, and he defines whether everyone can stay on the Huangquan Road.
To use a bad word to describe it, those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish!
…
A special soldier stood shivering in the autumn wind with an apple the size of his fist on his head.
A hundred meters away, Chai Chong held a pistol in his hand.
There was live ammunition in the magazine, and Chai Chong's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and there was a fine drop of sweat in his palms, because he couldn't keep the muzzle of the gun shaking due to nervousness.
He once conducted anti-drug operations at the border and faced off against armed drug traffickers who crossed the border.
The sound of gunshots and bullets whizzing back and forth did not make Chai Chong nervous. He coldly shot down each target and completed the mission excellently.
But it's different now. His gun is not aimed at the most vicious criminals, nor the most heinous drug dealers, nor the murderous gangsters, but at his comrades!
He is a comrade squatting in a trench, bragging and spanking, and trusting his back!
What is a comrade? They are brothers of life and death!
The special forces who acted as targets were even more nervous.
He had killed someone before, but he had never been held at gunpoint like this.
If he can move, he can make perfect tactical evasive maneuvers.
But you can't move now!
If Chai Chong's bullet missed even a little, it wouldn't be the apple above his head that would be exploded, but his skull.
How could he not be nervous? How can he rest assured when he puts his life in the hands of others
"Chai Chong, are you ready? 5, 4... 3, 2... 1." The King of Hell shouted.
Chai Chong prepared himself and adjusted his breathing to an even state. If there was a target paper placed in front of him, he would have full confidence that he could hit the target with one shot, but now...