Chapter 8 Targeting Training

"All of them, stand at attention! Look to the right, look forward! Take a break!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the recruits assembled on the training ground on time.

Instructor Gong Jian stood in front of the team, looked around, and said loudly, "I've been in the army these days, haven't you touched a gun yet?"

"No!"

The recruits answered loudly, with excitement on their faces.

The crowd began to whisper.

Man, I have been interested in guns since I was a child. Who didn't have a few toy guns when they were young?

Compared to yesterday's physical training and morning courage training, these are just the most basic.

Soldiers are for the battlefield, not the stadium. Even if you can run again, can you run past the bullet?

Therefore, the gun is the soul of a soldier!

Marksmanship plays a decisive role on the battlefield.

A sharpshooter does not rely on hard work. It requires sufficient talent and a lot of bullets.

Many recruits were eager to try. Lu Yu stole the limelight in the previous two training sessions, and wanted to regain some face in this shooting.

Soon, everyone was led to the shooting training ground.

56-type semi-automatic rifle, 95-type assault rifle, 88-type sniper rifle and other firearms, all kinds of firearms are dazzling, polished and shiny, flashing cold light in the sun!

"Do you want to touch?"

"think!"

"Okay, today I'll teach you how to shoot."

The recruits are gearing up one by one, only feeling itchy hands.

After explaining, Gong Jian ordered the instructors to distribute the guns.

This time, the recruits are all 81-type rifles.

Compared with the Type 56, the Type 81 has been upgraded in all aspects. The longer barrel brings higher accuracy and range power.

"Damn! This guy is really heavy!"

Li Erniu held the gun happily, his eyes were like looking at his daughter-in-law, which made Wang Yanbing and He Chenguang shudder.

This stupid cow, won't you sleep with a gun at night?

Next, the instructors teach the recruits to become familiar with the gun.

Soon the main event will come.

The recruits start shooting spontaneously.

"Next, start target training, 10 bullets per person, free fire!"

The instructors commanded loudly.

"Every five people are in groups, the first group is playing, and the second group is ready."

The recruits started free-firing.

The training ground seemed to be setting off firecrackers, and the gunshots were endless.

Not surprisingly, Li Erniu missed the target.

"Are you a pig? This can also miss the target?"

The instructor was very rude to criticize.

"I...I was wrong!"

"What's the use of being wrong? Like you, you still want to go on the battlefield to kill the enemy? Thank God for not killing your own people! Hurry up and go away!"

The instructor cursed angrily and kicked Li Erniu.

Li Erniu was not confident at first, and being scolded like this made him even more uncomfortable.

Bowing his head, he didn't say a word, his face flushed red, and he stood alone.

"Report!"

Lu Yu stood up and shouted loudly, "They are all recruits. Everyone has their first time, so they will inevitably miss the target! You can't insult the soldiers like this."

Um?

The instructor turned his head, glared at Lu Yu, and shouted, "Why, you new recruit, are you not convinced?"

"That's right!"

Lu Yu stood up straight without being humble.

"Report!"

"Report!"

Seeing this, He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing also took a step forward and shouted loudly, "We are not convinced either."

"Yo? This year's recruits are not too timid to form a group to be a thorn?"

Being confronted face to face, the instructor's face was not very good-looking, but he knew that these soldiers were the key targets of training in the regiment.

It can't be adjusted by conventional means, it can only be dealt with openly on the shooting range!

Thinking of this, the instructor sneered, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Lu Yu, He Chenguang, and Wang Yanbing: "Well, I'll convince you! You three, get out!"

"Yes!"

The three of them strode out, holding guns and standing in front of the instructor.

"I'm not happy to say you are rookies? Well, I'll give you a chance to perform, ten bullets, the rules are still the same, whoever has the highest number of rings wins, loses, run fifty laps around the playground, dare not Dare to bet?"

"Instructor, what if you lost?" Lu Yu said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, several instructors all laughed.

What are you kidding? Will they lose?

They are all veterans who have been in the army for several years, and the guns have long been familiar with each other. Will they lose to three new recruits who have never touched a real gun? !

"If we lose, we apologize to you and accept the penalty as well! How about running fifty laps around the playground?"

The instructor was confident.

"Very fair and just." Lu Yu smiled slightly.

The instructor picked a gun, came to the shooting position, lay on his side, set up the gun, and started aiming.

boom.

He shot.

"Nine Rings!" broadcast from the opposite side.

The instructor smiled, this grab was fairly stable.

Bang bang bang.

Adjust the muzzle and fire again.

"Ten rings!"

"Ten rings!"

"Eight rings!"

"..."

After ten shots, the final result was ninety rings.

A fairly good result, and the instructor is quite satisfied with his passing level.

After all, sharpshooters in reality are too rare, and at this level, they are already masters of marksmanship.

The recruits looked a little worried. The ninety rings were a mountain for them. Lu Yu and the three of them were all recruits. It was the first time to shoot. Could it exceed such a score? Most people have no confidence in their hearts!

Li Erniu's face was even more ugly, full of guilt, thinking that it was because he was not up to his expectations that he had implicated Lu Yu and the others.

"It's your turn."

The instructor turned around and looked at Lu Yu and the others triumphantly.

Without saying a word, the three grabbed the guns, laid down in order in front of the shooting position, and aimed their guns.

"Well, the posture is quite good, relatively standard."

The instructor glanced lightly and said slowly: "But no matter how good the posture is, it doesn't mean that the marksmanship is good! If you can't hit, everything will be in vain."

Holding the gun in his hand, Lu Yu only felt a familiar charm emanating from the inside. This gun seemed to be his comrade-in-arms who had accompanied him for many years.

His soul and bloodline are integrated with this gun and become part of his body.

One person and one shot, as if he has become the master of the shooting range!

Just one bullet.

He is Simon, the sharpshooter known as the 'White Death'.

Taking a deep breath, the distant target came into view.

Almost without judgment, the instinct knows which angle to shoot from and where the bullet will land.

"Shoot." The order came.

With a bang, Lu Yu opened the insurance and pressed his index finger down lightly.

"Report the number."

"Ten rings!"

The recruits, who were still nervous at first, showed ecstatic expressions immediately after being taken aback for a while.

Actually, hit ten rings, it's amazing!

What?

The instructor was stunned.

Are you right? Ten rings! how is this possible? !

He grabbed the binoculars in disbelief and looked at the target of the three, his face immediately turned ugly.

It's really ten rings!

Not a single deviation!

Look at He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing, the same ten rings!

His mind was messed up for a while, and his heart was sold out. Three recruits can actually play ten rings?

Maybe... just luck? The instructor comforted himself like this.