Night falls.
In the shooting range, there was a continuous sound of gunfire, and the magazine change was only a short pause, and the gunfire continued for a long time.
The sound is not dense, monotonous and continuous.
Mo Shangyun felt that his ears were deaf.
Shooting for a long time, the transformation of various postures, the cycle of various firearms, the transformation of various shooting methods.
The whole process was a state of high tension.
For the first time, Mo Shangjun has arranged such an intensive shooting training.
And it is a live ammunition operation, a few boxes of bullets are placed at your feet, and you are alone, which is a big deal.
From pistols to submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, and then to sniper rifles, the basic common firearms are all put up. In addition, each firearm is converted in three positions, and fixed targets and mobile targets are shot separately, and then there is its own Mobile shooting.
All the training you can think of, in a short period of time, Yan Tianxing gave you all the training, not a single item was missed.
Yan Tianxing had no other requirements. The only requirement was to shoot all the bullets he gave him within the specified time.
There are no requirements even for grades.
Mo Shangyun sighed at the luxury of this grandfather.
Within an hour, she had shot through the bullets she had used in a normal company for a year.
This is an unprecedented experience.
Before entering the military school, they could only go to the shooting range for shooting training. Every bullet was very nervous. In the military school, they developed in an all-round way, and they did not train snipers alone. Usually, the chances of shooting targets were pitiful. Needless to say, although Mo Shangjun, the company commander, can properly strengthen his shooting training, the bullets allocated to the company every year are regulated, and there are very few opportunities to use them for training.
In addition, as a deputy company commander, it is difficult for her to participate in training with the soldiers, so it is good to be able to shoot.
All in all, although Mo Shangyun's marksmanship is good, it really depends on Su Mingsha's teaching and her own talent, and she has never experienced being fed by bullets.
This time, I really felt it.
Although her ears were buzzing, she couldn't help but feel excited. Her skin naturally had a sense of excitement after touching the guns and ammunition. At this moment, it spread to her whole body. It was an uncontrollable feeling, but it made her even more excited. Focus on shooting.
Finally, Yan Tianxing, who was standing behind her, shouted "It's alright."
The sound is diffused from the loudspeaker.
The moment it fell into his ears, the hearing that was immersed in the sound of gunfire was quite uncomfortable. For a moment, he only felt in a trance. After a few seconds, Mo Shangyun slowly pulled his thoughts out of the sound of gunfire, returning to this moment. face reality.
Footsteps came from behind, getting closer and closer.
Mo Shangyun put down the rifle in his hand and stood up from the ground.
She turned to the side, and saw a tall and straight figure in front of her eyes. When she lifted her eyelids, she saw Yan Tianxing's handsome and handsome face.
"Your grades."
Yan Tianxing gave her a transcript.
After looking at him one more time, Mo Shangjun took the transcript and looked down carefully.
As for the results, Mo Shangyun initially observed not her own data, but the records of each project. She was surprised to find that Yan Tianxing had detailed records of the results of any project, how many bullets were fired, how many rings, and the performance was "excellent" and "good". ', there are records.
This was recorded by Yan Tianxing.
The handwriting is beautiful, there is hidden publicity, the pen is sharp, and the edge is hidden in it.
This advantage aside, Mo Shangjun appreciates Yan Tianxing's detailed and accurate records.
She herself likes to make detailed records and then analyze them. Yan Tianxing is the most suitable for her taste.
In addition, Yan Tianxing can quickly and accurately record her results in her uninterrupted shooting, which is also a rare ability for ordinary people.
After sighing, Mo Shangjun took a serious look at his results.
Basically all are "excellent", but there are also a few "good".
In stationary shooting, her grades are basically fine, but when moving, her grades are slightly weaker.
A person always has strengths and weaknesses, but even her weaknesses are not obvious, only those who are experienced in this one can see it at a glance.
"Report!"
After carefully browsing, Mo Shangjun put down the transcript, and then raised his voice and shouted to Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing frowned inadvertently, and then took a step back. He raised his loudspeaker at Mo Shangyun, and said one word coldly, "Speak."
Mo Shangjun forcibly resisted the urge to step back and endured the oncoming word.
It's so childish, it's over.
Mo Shangjun didn't care about him, but asked bluntly, "Excuse me, how is my level among the regular players?"
"generally."
Yan Tianxing looked at her and said the truest evaluation lightly.
Not really good.
They require the regular team members to be all-round in shooting, and spend a lot of money every year to cultivate their shooting skills. This condition is incomparable to Mo Shangyun.
There's no need to lie to her about this.
It doesn't matter anymore, and there's no need to beat around the bush to avoid hurting her self-esteem.
However, although Mo Shangjun is very proud, he still has a position for himself. Facing Yan Tianxing's sincere answer, he did not change his face, and nodded slightly to understand.
The next moment, Mo Shangjun continued to shout: "Report, what is the next training program?!"
"… "
Yan Tianxing frowned, and then slowly raised the loudspeaker.
Mo Shangyun's face changed slightly, and he stared at Yan Tianxing's movements intently.
However, when Yan Tianxing was halfway up, he suddenly put down the loudspeaker.
"come over."
Leaving two words coolly, Yan Tianxing turned around and left.
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his left ear, and when he saw Yan Tianxing's back, he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
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