"shooting."
These two words, in the silent night, clearly fell into Shen Qianqian's ears.
Shen Qianqian's eyelids jumped, and she didn't react for a while. After a few seconds, she realized what Mo Shangyun's actions and Duan Zimu's words represented.
"What do you mean?" The 88 sniper he was holding was put down, Shen Qianqian turned around and stared at Duan Zimu in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"
crazy!
Absolutely crazy!
The muzzle of the gun is strictly prohibited to people, otherwise it is a serious violation of gun safety regulations.
As a recruit who is only one year old, she has a clear awareness. The two instructors in front of her... especially the two officers who graduated from the military academy, how could they not be aware of this rule? !
Yes, they are even more ruthless, not only shooting at people, but also shooting directly at people!
"I'm not crazy." Duan Zimu said, "raise the gun, aim, and shoot."
"I can't do this."
Shen Qianqian was driven crazy by them.
She didn't shoot a hundred shots. If something happened to this shot, or it was aimed directly at Mo Shangyun's forehead... Just thinking about it, Shen Qianqian shivered all over.
Duan Zimu looked at Shen Qianqian who was clearly resisting, and frowned unconsciously.
Whether in his own army or in a training camp, what he dislikes the most is giving people ideological work.
Not good at it either.
The troops have company commanders and instructors, and platoon leaders and squad leaders, who are not needed for ideological work. In the training camp, he was a shooting instructor. During the training, he did his own thing. The mental problems of the students were all handled by themselves.
During the headache, the walkie-talkie prepared in advance rang.
- "Three minutes to prepare, 10 points for not firing a gun."
Mo Shangyun's language is particularly concise.
The understated tone and calm voice were the same as when she deducted their points every time, with a hint of impatience.
It seems that every point deducted can give her more reason to despise and despise them.
As soon as she finished speaking, before Duan Zimu or Shen Qianqian could speak, she turned off the walkie-talkie communication by herself.
Shen Qianqian's face completely collapsed.
Annoyed and helpless.
How can you deduct other people's points and force others to point their guns at her? !
It's not sick, what else could it be? !
Shen Qianqian was in a hurry and gritted her teeth tightly. After a while, she turned around and picked up the gun, raised the muzzle and aimed it at Mo Shangyun.
Through the scope, Shen Qianqian clearly saw Mo Shangyun's figure, still holding the beer bottle with his left hand horizontally, without even moving.
It's still the same flat appearance, which makes people want to point the muzzle of a gun directly at her head.
However, rationality made Shen Qianqian worried - a bullet went past and really hit Mo Shangyun in the head.
Before he knew it, blood was bitten from the corner of his mouth, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.
Shen Qianqian heard Duan Zimu's voice, "You have a 95% accuracy rate, and the chance of hitting Mo Shangyun's head is only 0.01%."
After that, Shen Qianqian could no longer hear any sound.
At 0.01%, there is also the possibility of shooting Mo Shangyun in the head.
Shen Qianqian thought so.
Duan Zimu seemed to have disappeared, she couldn't hear his breathing, and she didn't hear him talking anymore, and her ears quieted down. She heard the wind, rain, rustling leaves, and the uniqueness of the jungle at night. sound.
She felt the cold coming from all directions, which was brought about by wind and rain. The pervasive coldness mixed with the pressure made her unbearable.
She felt that her index finger on the trigger weighed a thousand pounds.
Before that, she had never pointed the gun at her comrades.
She believes that after this, she will never point the gun at her teammates.
She thought it was crazy.
In a short time, she thought of the scene where she almost shot her friend Wang Jie, of Duan Zimu's shooting training, of her previous troops, and even of the scene when she first came to the recruit company and wiped her gun for the first time. …
In the recruit company, the instructor reminded them again and again that the muzzle of a gun is absolutely not allowed.
But now...
She saw Mo Shangyun through the scope.
Really crazy.
Mo Shangyun was crazy, and Duan Zimu was also crazy.
But soon, all she could see was an empty beer bottle.
The beer bottle that was carried by Mo Shangyun through the rope.
There was wind, but it couldn't blow the beer bottle.
I don't know when, the only beer bottle in Shen Qianqian's field of vision.
"Crack."
Shen Qianqian pulled the trigger.
With cold fingers, he pulled the trigger decisively.
The speed of the bullet was so fast that the naked eye couldn't see it clearly. Shen Qianqian stared at the scope. She only knew that the moment she pulled the trigger, she saw that the beer bottle in the field of vision exploded in the field of vision.
The beer bottle shattered and the shards splattered everywhere, like a blooming, different kind of flower.
The flower seemed to explode in my mind at the same time, Shen Qianqian's brain was rumbling, a heart was lifted up suddenly, clenched fiercely, and then it was put down again, as if it fell to the ground, without a trace. Stretching out under pressure.
Then, when she saw Mo Shangyun, Yun Danfeng lightly dropped the rope wrapped around her hands, and then clapped her hands unhurriedly, as if she was just coping with completing a task that was the easiest. the upright order.
Can't see any panic.
Shen Qianqian began to suspect that Mo Shangyun had forgotten what nervousness was.
At a certain moment, she even suspected that Mo Shangjun was not a human at all, but a machine without normal emotions.
And then, Shen Qianqian suddenly thought—
She may never forget this scene.
Her instructor, who threatened her with ten points, aimed at herself at gunpoint, and used her own life to overcome a so-called psychological barrier.
She shouldn't forget that at the moment when the shot was fired, she was nervous and... the small smile on the corner of her instructor's mouth.
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When I was writing this chapter, I was thinking that I would eat this gun or Momo, and this article is over. As a result, after thinking about it, I found that it was a blank bullet, and Momo was wearing a body armor... Immediately, my mood was not beautiful.
316、You are so old.