Chapter 792

Do you want to show some real technology to the old man? Save him from underestimating himself. Sitting in Mo Henian's jeep, Yang Yi has been pondering secretly in his heart.

"What kind of guns did you play with in the army before? Rifles? Pistols? Or machine guns?" Mo Henian asked one after another.

They are going to the shooting range of the largest gun club in the prairie town, where there are more types of guns than gun stores and supermarkets, and they can experience different gun shooting.

"I've played all of them." Yang Yi replied simply.

Back in Wolf Warrior, the predecessor even trained on the tank's vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, and even trained in artillery shooting. The question Mo Henian asked was a bit too childish!

Of course, Yang Yi figured it out, he didn't show off in front of his father-in-law. Although showing his qualifications can let Mo Henian know that he is not an ordinary veteran, nor is he a soft persimmon who can be casually pinched. But hitting his father-in-law in the face doesn't seem to do any good!

When he arrived at the shooting range, Yang Yi discovered that this shooting range is a bit interesting. Some of them are indoors, and you need to wear headphones to shoot targets inside. Shooting - bottles, apples, etc.

Mo Henian was obviously a frequent visitor to this gun club. As soon as he came in, the manager greeted him cordially, and several fashionable old men in shorts and polo shirts at the door were also shouting, "Mo! Your cow..."

These fashionable old men looked like they were coming back from golf, chatting cheerfully with Mo Henian. Originally, they had already played enough to prepare to go back, but when they saw Mo Henian, they hooked their shoulders again, eagerly preparing to go back to fight another five hundred rounds.

Originally, Yang Yi thought that these old men, like Bariya and Mo Henian, were all nearby farmers, but when Mo Henian introduced him to him, Yang Yi knew that they lived in the town and were doing different businesses. Some run large supermarkets, some run bars, and some sell cattle and sheep, but they are mainly done in the nearby city of Arlington.

"Choose a gun and see what you want to play with." Mo Henian was cold and warm-hearted. He didn't neglect his son-in-law because he saw a friend. He handed over the firearms roster and showed it to Yang Yi, "Choose one first. Practice, I want to try something else and then change it later.”

The names of firearms in this world are very different from those of Yang Yi's previous life. After a few glances, Yang Yi picked an automatic rifle similar to the M16.

When receiving the gun, Yang Yi was a newcomer and could not use the firearm alone. A coach came to teach him how to use the rifle and told him some rules to follow in the outdoor shooting range and indoor shooting range.

A few old men didn't go to play by themselves, they chatted while watching and watched Yang Yi, a "rookie", get training with gusto.

"Mo, I thought your daughter would marry an American guy, but I didn't expect her to marry a Chinese."

"Hmph, this kid has shit luck!"

"I think it's okay. As far as I know, Zhonghua is not as tall as him."

"By the way, Mo, I heard that your daughter is a star in China?"

The old men chatted, and Yang Yi patiently listened to the coach's instructions. He didn't tell the other party that he actually understood everything. After all, this is a brand new world. First, look at other people's demonstrations to make sure that he has no misunderstanding or operation mistakes. The rush to express yourself makes more sense.

"You can try it with me." The potbellied middle-aged coach nodded to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi finally grabbed the dark-colored rifle. The gun's body was a little worn, giving Yang Yi a wonderful touch, and the cold feeling also made Yang Yi a little lost, as if his spirit had traveled through two days at the moment. the same world.

"Pick up a gun, what do you need to do?" The coach reminded Yang Yi when he saw that he didn't know how to play with the gun.

Yang Yi came back to his senses, he smiled slightly, and a movement came out of his hand.

I saw Yang Yi pulled the handle of the gun with ease, checked it, and completed a series of complicated operations smoothly, and then he inserted the magazine.

There was a soft "click" sound, like a starting pistol.

Suddenly, Yang Yi felt that the voices of the whole world became clear, and he could keenly detect the movements around him, the positions of the old men who were talking, walking, and smoking, and the positions of some gun buddies in the distance.

He's already fully engaged in combat, as if if a gangster emerges, he can immediately choose to shoot at the target!

In fact, the coach originally thought that he would need to train for a while before Yang Yi could understand the use of this gun, but now that Yang Yi is so skilled in the operation, what he was about to say was forcibly held back.

"You know guns!" the coach said speechlessly, "Show me two shots? I don't think you need training anymore!"

"Where?" Yang Yi asked.

"100-meter target, A8." The coach pointed to a target in the distance.

According to the coach's request, Yang Yi walked to the position of A8, pushed up the safety device, that is, the speed machine, and selected the single-shot mode. Then he skillfully leaned the butt of the gun on his shoulder and turned his head. Aim, shoot.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire interrupted the chatting of the old men, and they all looked over.

"Starting shooting so soon?"

"How's the grade?"

Mo Henian was also a little curious, and followed his friends to his son-in-law and coach.

Now the target paper in the shooting range is electrically replaced, and there is a camera to check the traces of bullets. The coach quickly called up the picture of the A8 target paper on the display next to it.

Yang Yi's bullet hit the bottom left of the target paper, still a little distance from the bullseye, but the bullet didn't miss the target, which made several old men laugh and applaud.

"That's right, it's the first time I fired a gun, and I'm at this level! I have to make persistent efforts!" Mo Henian encouraged. In fact, he was very satisfied with his son-in-law's performance. If he could hit the target, he could brag about Yang Yi's talent to his friends!

Yang Yi was a little dumbfounded. He wasn't completely familiar with this gun yet. The first shot was just a try. He wanted to see the recoil of the gun, the speed of the bullet, and the degree of drop.

Now, he already had a basic concept in his mind, counted some revised data silently, and fired another shot at the target paper in the distance.

The bullet hit the top right of the bullseye, and it was slightly off, but this time the distance to the bullseye was much shorter!

After two tests, Yang Yi has figured out the performance of this gun.

However, no one looked at his performance. The coach saw that he was very skilled, so he left a box of bullets to Yang Yi and went to inspect the others at the shooting range.

And Mo Henian was chatting with his friends and felt that just looking at it was not enough. Under the suggestion of one person, they took the double-barreled shotgun and went to play the flying saucer!

With Yang Yi on the side, he changed the target for 200 meters. However, he still stood up and shot a few bullseyes with ease. Unfortunately, no one saw his good results.

Yang Yi didn't care, he also enjoyed it. For Yang Yi, firearms were just a simple skill. In contrast, in his previous life, he preferred the assassination of cold weapons.

However, when Yang Yi was practicing guns, something happened to his father-in-law.

"Mo, how about we take a gamble?" Three old farmers came over, the one at the head was holding a cigar and said with a smile, "You have to give me a chance, I like the mine that you treasured. Minton for a long time!"