"But we do want to touch a real gun and hear with our own ears what the sound of a gun sounds like."
"I believe you must understand our impatient mood."
"So, can you let us experience it in advance?"
He Chenguang said this while lying on the ground and holding the gun.
After saying that, he raised his head, narrowed his eyes, smiled, and looked at Jiang Fan expectantly.
Jiang Fan heard this and joked: "You haven't heard enough gunshots?"
He Chenguang:! ! !
How does the instructor know that I have fired a real gun? !
Jiang Fan saw what He Chenguang was wondering about and took the initiative to reply: "I can guess from your family background that you should have grown up in a military compound."
"Your grandfather's identity gives you easy access to real guns."
After hearing this, He Chenguang smiled shyly as usual and said, "Instructor, you are so awesome, you can think of all this."
"Instructor, I heard that you are the seniors of the second year of the military academy."
Jiang Fan nodded and said, "Indeed."
"What's wrong? You kid, want to compete with me in shooting skills?"
"Instructor, you are so good, you can guess right!" He Chenguang said with great admiration.
Jiang Fan: "Right now we are practicing gun shooting, and you ask me if I am a sophomore. This fool can guess it."
"You think I haven't done much shooting training, so you want to compare your marksmanship with me."
"I know your shooting skills are good. Since you want to compete, let's compete."
He Chenguang was even more surprised when he heard the last sentence. How did the instructor know that I was good at shooting? !
Is it possible that this is also a guess? !
"Instructor, do you know this too?"
Jiang Fan joked: "If you were not good at shooting, would you take the initiative to challenge me?"
He Chenguang laughed sheepishly when he heard this.
The instructor was so smart that he suddenly became stupid.
Ye Cunxin heard the conversation between the two and spoke again at this time.
"Report! Instructor, I also want to compare my marksmanship with you."
He Chenguang and Ye Cunxin have both practiced.
In their minds, although Jiang Fan was very powerful as an instructor, Potian was only a sophomore in the military academy.
Their two marksmanship should be qualified to compete with Jiang Fan's.
Jiang Fan nodded, "Yes, I accept your challenge."
"You continue to practice gun shooting. I will contact my school to find a way to coordinate and take you there in advance for live fire training."
"Take this opportunity to compete with you two."
He Chenguang: "Yes!"
Ye Cunxin: "Yes!"
Jiang Fan called the military academy and contacted the squadron leader.
The squadron leader reported the situation to the school.
Today at the school, the freshmen were having their first live-fire shooting. The venue, guns, bullets, and target paper were all ready.
They just happen to be able to get by.
According to the fact that the gun training has not been carried out for a long time, it is reasonable to say that live ammunition shooting cannot be carried out.
But there are two top students in the class, Ye Cunxin and He Chenguang. If they are not kept in check, the next training will not be easy.
Moreover, student military training does not assess shooting, and the results of the first live-fire shooting are not recorded in the files.
So Jiang Fan decided to take them for live fire shooting in advance.
The entire class took the school bus and arrived at the military academy where Jiang Fan was located.
Arriving at the school's shooting range, the freshman's first live-fire shooting has not yet ended.
Jiang Fan then found an open space and arranged for students to conduct gun-holding training here.
As the students listened to gunshots coming one after another, their thoughts had already drifted away.
"The sound of this real gun is just different from the sound of firecrackers in the TV series."
"Good guy, is the recoil of shooting so strong? Look at how high the soil is shaking next to the gun?"
"I really regret not applying for the military academy. Otherwise, now I would be able to touch a gun every day. In my sophomore year, I could be an instructor like an instructor for others."
"..."
The first live-fire shooting of the freshmen was over, and the students brought by Jiang Fan were finally able to take the field.
Before going on stage, Jiang Fan lectured them.
"You are a group of ten, each of you has ten bullets."
"The first live shot of your rifle is very simple, only 150 meters."
"Although your first live-fire performance is not important at all."
"But this doesn't mean that I won't punish you."
"If anyone dares to miss my target, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
Everyone: "Yes!"
The students looked excitedly at the live ammunition. Although they shouted "yes" loudly, in fact, they did not listen to Jiang Fan's words at all.
All of them thought they wouldn't miss the mark.
150 meters, this is too easy!
Jiang Fan said a few more precautions and then let the first group come on stage.
After everyone was ready at the shooting point, Jiang Fan temporarily taught them how to aim.
"When holding the gun against the shoulder, the tail of the gun should be firmly pressed against the shoulder socket below the clavicle and inside the deltoid muscle of the right upper arm. The right side of the body should be in line with the gun body."
"When aiming, look through the target hole, front sight, and target with your right eye, so that the center of the target hole, the front sight tip, and the target point are in line."
"Look, the butt of your gun is in the wrong place. Here..."
"..."
Jiang Fan did not give a demonstration, but just explained orally and corrected a few people's movements, so that everyone understood the precautions for shooting postures.
The upgraded "Yidiantong" skill is not a cover-up, it is really useful!
After the explanation, Jiang Fan blew his whistle.
The first group of people came on and started shooting.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"boom……"
After just a few shots, some girls stopped. They rubbed their shoulders and complained that it hurt.
"It hurts!"
"I felt like my shoulder was going to break."
"The recoil of this gun is too great!"
"Although this shooting is exciting, it is also too painful."
Two male classmates wearing glasses, one is aiming very hard.
While aiming, he sighed: "Why can't I see anything?"
"Looks like it's time to change your glasses."
"No wonder you shouldn't be short-sighted when recruiting soldiers. It's really dangerous on the battlefield."
Another boy wearing glasses, named Zhao Si, shouted angrily.
"Grass!"
"I can't see clearly at all. I'm not aiming anymore. I'll just shoot blindly like this."
After he finished speaking, he began to scan blindly.
Because the students have not experienced a lot of gun-handling training, many of them are unable to hold the gun down.
Shooting and shooting, the gun tilted at the shooting point and reached my grandma's house.
The students standing in the back, waiting to come on stage, couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.
Jiang Fan looked at them with a cold face and scolded: "Laugh! Laugh! Do you still have the nerve to laugh?!"
"Is this funny?!"
"You are unwilling to hold the gun, and you are clamoring for live ammunition. This is what it looks like when you go on stage."
"Although bullets are not expensive, it is really a waste if you shoot like this!"
(End of chapter)
