At this time, even the instructors in the target trench were shocked.
He thought that Jiang Fan just wanted to give it a try.
Unexpectedly, within three seconds, he hit the target!
Brother, at least you can take a few shots, or you can aim longer!
No matter how you look at it, you look like you can hit the target with just one shot. You make us instructors lose face!
At a distance of five hundred meters, only those sniper gun masters can achieve such an accurate hit!
"This kid is really so outstanding in every subject!"
In the distance, Hongye trembled.
Violet smiled leisurely at Hongye and said, "Can't you do it too?"
Hongye smiled bitterly: "We have been training for twenty years, but he has only been in the army for more than a year!"
"Before joining the army, he was just an ordinary person! I really can't understand how he trained to this level in more than a year!"
"I can't imagine that if he started training from a young age like us, I don't know how strong he would be now!"
Violet just looked at Jiang Fan's back quietly on the field and said nothing.
At the scene, Jiang Fan continued to practice other shooting, and as expected, almost every shot hit.
The executive instructor behind him was so shocked that he doubted his life.
After practicing for about half an hour, Jiang Fan felt that he was almost ready, so he stopped and watched Long Xiaoyun's shooting next to him.
It was found that although Long Xiaoyun's marksmanship was not bad, it was still above average among the special forces.
But if it were here, I'm afraid it would still be a little bit worse.
Simply, Jiang Fan stopped practicing and walked behind Long Xiaoyun.
Seeing Jiang Fan coming over, Long Xiaoyun was also startled, "Jiang Fan, have you finished practicing?"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly, "That's almost it."
"Sister Yun, I just noticed that your breathing rhythm when aiming is not very good. If you believe me, can you listen to my advice?"
After this period of getting along, the relationship between the two became much more harmonious, and Jiang Fan simply called her Sister Yun.
Long Xiaoyun was a little confused and said: "But I have always breathed like this. Moreover, when I was doing special training in the past, the special instructor also said that my breathing rhythm was just right."
"Is there something wrong?"
Jiang Fan: "According to normal logic, it is correct. But Sister Yun, you are a woman, and a woman's body is different from a man's body."
"Men's normal breathing rhythm is longer and heavier than women's."
"And your instructor may have never trained female soldiers, or in other words, has never trained special female soldiers. He can only train you based on his experience in training male soldiers."
"At our level, if there is even the slightest mistake in any link, it will affect the accuracy!"
When Long Xiaoyun heard what Jiang Fan said, he pondered for a moment and asked Jiang Fan, "Then how should I adjust?"
Jiang Fan smiled and immediately gave Long Xiaoyun advice based on the knowledge the system had given him about military training, training for women, and Long Xiaoyun's current physical condition.
Long Xiaoyun also listened to Jiang Fan's suggestions humbly and began to make adjustments.
But the habits she had developed over the years made it difficult for her to adjust at once, resulting in her results being even worse than before.
Jiang Fan first let her continue to get familiar with it, and then continued to make adjustments to her.
Finally, after an hour of training, his shooting performance reached the original level.
Another half an hour later, the results were actually better than before!
This made Long Xiaoyun extremely excited, and he admired Jiang Fan even more!
"You shouldn't go wrong if you train at the current pace."
Jiang Fan smiled at her.
Long Xiaoyun said gratefully: "Jiang Fan, thank you!"
Jiang Fan waved his hand, "As I said, we are all comrades in arms, how can we say thank you?"
"Okay, you practice here by yourself, I'll go practice with the pistol, and then I'll go train other subjects."
Long Xiaoyun nodded: "Okay!"
Jiang Fan returned to his target position, trained for another half an hour, and then left.
The instructor, who was once again shocked by Jiang Fan's pistol score, was left standing there stupidly.
Jiang Fan came to the fighting training ground.
The fighting training ground is very simple. It just gives you a pile of sandbags and lets you box there.
Of course, there are also many special forces training there in pairs.
Jiang Fan also walked to a sandbag and started boxing and kicking training.
His fighting skills are also very good.
There is no exchange of fighting skills because the primary and intermediate fighting skills in the system are not very strong, and the effect of the intermediate fighting skills is only about the same as his current strength.
There is no need to waste military value.
Before, he had integrated the special forces experience card.
This experience card is the world’s top level.
Although after the fusion, he still doesn't have that fighting strength, but he has practiced it to the best of his ability.
In addition to constantly exceeding the limit in the previous week, physical fitness has also increased from 3.55 to 4!
Reaching four times the physique of an ordinary person!
His special fighting skills have also improved a lot!
Coming here now is just to get familiar with it again and regain your strength.
But just as Jiang Fan punched a few times, a joking voice came.
"Hey, isn't this the God of War who can take first place in every subject? Why, you are so good, do you still need to consolidate your training?"
Jiang Fan turned his head slightly and saw Captain George of the United States and a special soldier from the Bangzi Country walking over.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and did not reply.
George came over, glanced at Jiang Fan, then shouted loudly, and punched the sandbag Jiang Fan had just punched several times.
The sandbag was immediately knocked into the air, twice as much as what Jiang Fan had hit before.
It proves that the power he exerts is at least twice that of Jiang Fan!
"good!"
The special forces soldier Bangzi clapped his hands quickly and yelled flatteringly.
George turned slightly, grinned at Jiang Fan and said, "Did you see, this is called boxing!"
"With those weak punches you just threw, I guess you can't beat even an eighty-year-old grandmother from our country!"
"You dare to call yourself a special soldier?!"
"I think you are just physically stronger, right?!"
The Special Forces Soldier also mocked: "No! Look at his height, he's a head shorter than me! He's even more incomparable to George Obama! Otherwise, how could they be called Boy Scouts?"
George laughed and said to Jiang Fan: "How about it? Do you want us American soldiers to teach you what special fighting skills are?"
"oh?"
Jiang Fan suddenly smiled, "How to teach?"
Seeing Jiang Fan agree, George couldn't help but smile, "It's simple, let's practice sparring, so that we can see your shortcomings, right?"
"Then, I will give you some substantial suggestions based on your shortcomings! How about that?"
"I guarantee you'll learn real fighting skills!"
Jiang Fan frowned and pretended to hesitate: "Are you sure you have no selfish motives? You don't want to take the opportunity to hit me, do you?"
When George saw Jiang Fan taking the bait, he quickly said: "Of course not! How could you miss me so much? I'm very sincere!"
Jiang Fan pretended to hesitate for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"
Some people died, but not completely...
