"Uncle Ma used to be a soldier with my father, and later they joined the regiment commander. He was very good at shooting machine guns, but unfortunately he was injured later and became lame. Now he is training in the guard company." Gao Xiaoshan pointed to the one said the lean little old man.
After the target was erected, Wang Huzi said to Zhou Wen: "Scholar Zhou, we have dozens of guns. You can choose whatever you want. Each target will shoot five bullets. What do you think?" "Just listen to the leader. Yes." Zhou Wen said.
"Use my gun. I clean my gun diligently and this gun works well." Gao Xiaoshan said as he took off the Hanyang gun on his body.
"Okay, Brother Shanzi, I'll use yours." Zhou Wen said, taking the rifle, shaking it in his hand, pulling the bolt and checking it carefully.
"I have calibrated this gun. It is very accurate within 200 meters. It may drift a little to the left above 200 meters. I can't hit it if it is too far away, so I haven't tried it." Gao Xiaoshan said.
After Zhou Wen finished the inspection, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Brother Shan Zi, this is a good gun. The rifling is very clear. It is 90% new and well maintained."
After speaking, he walked to the shooting position, looked at the target, held the gun with his left hand, stretched out his right hand towards Gao Xiaoshan and said: "Bullets." Gao Xiaoshan put a magazine with 5 bullets in his hand.
Zhou Wen pulled the bolt, pressed the bullet, closed the bolt, and opened the safety in one go. With his legs slightly apart, he stood in an awkward position, raised the gun and lowered his shoulders. He didn't even aim at it, and with a "touch!", he fired the first shot.
Then, without leaving the gun off his shoulder, he quickly pulled the bolt with his right hand to eject the case and load the bullet, and pulled the trigger. No one else saw how he moved, and the five shots had already been fired.
After a while, the soldier reporting the target in the distance loudly reported: "All five shots hit the bull's-eye."
There was an uproar behind him. Because they were going to do target practice, the dozens of young men who had just been running had already gathered behind Wang Huzi and the others to watch the fun. Now everyone is talking and talking.
"Shut up!" Wang Huzi turned around and yelled: "You guys, if you don't have the skills, just watch them carefully and learn from them. Don't make fools of yourself." The emotional guy started to get annoyed when he saw other people's children excelling. My nephew is no longer living up to expectations.
The so-called expert will know whether something is there or not as soon as he takes action. After seeing Zhou Wen's behavior after holding the gun, everyone basically believed what he said last night. But I didn't expect his movements to be so skillful, so accurate, and so fast. Even if you don't aim and hit randomly, few people can shoot at such a fast rate of fire.
Now you're shooting at a 200-meter target. You should be aiming carefully, right? Just as everyone was thinking this, Zhou Wen's gun rang again. It was the same rate of fire again, and all five shots hit the bullseye.
Well, you fly in the sky, we walk on the ground, we are not the same kind. So if you don’t envy or envy, you won’t applaud. Just kidding, who else would cheer for you if you are not of the same kind? Have you ever seen a tiger applaud an eagle?
I was shooting at the 300-meter target, and there were five more gunshots at the same speed, and then... wait, one shot missed by a tick.
"Huh!" Everyone let out a sigh of relief, even a little off.
Well, you have returned from heaven to earth again, and we are the same kind.
"Good! Good marksmanship." The cheers from the crowd pierced the sky, and even the birds in the sky turned around and flew away in fright.
Zhou Wen's last shot was actually missed on purpose.
With the perfect fusion of soul, body and various senses greatly enhanced by Buddha's light, Zhou Wen felt that he was much stronger than when he was a sniper before. Improve gun sense, observation, judgment, strength, coordination, stability, etc. in all aspects. With a gun in my hand, I can conquer the world.
The first fourteen shots had already given off the gun feel, and the last shot was actually more difficult to miss than to hit accurately. You can hit it accurately if you follow the feeling. If you want to hit it inaccurately but not too far, it will mess up your rhythm, so it is more difficult.
Zhou Wen knows that going too far is not enough. Keep a line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future.
But this principle does not apply to Wang Beard. This guy didn't quite trust himself when he saw it last night, and today he was going to know the consequences of offending me.
Zhou Wen strode up to Wang Huzi and reported loudly: "Reporting to the regiment leader, recruit Zhou Wen's rifle shooting assessment has been completed. Now apply for the machine gun shooting assessment and ask the regiment leader for approval."
Wang Hu’s whole face was twitching. "Assessment? Who said it was an assessment? Didn't you just say try it? It has something to do with the assessment. The shooting speed of a rifle is almost as fast as that of a machine gun, so you can't fly into the sky with a machine gun? How can there be so many Bullets for you."
Thinking of this, he forced a smile on his face and said: "No, no, what is the assessment? Little Scholar Zhou's marksmanship is unmatched by anyone in our group, so we don't need to try it."
"Try it, my machine gun is actually not good at shooting."
"Well, we really don't have to try the gun."
"Okay, let's not try it anymore. I haven't touched a short gun for a long time." Wang Huzi just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhou Wen continue: "So I want to borrow a short gun from the regiment leader to practice my skills." He said this and his eyes were meowing. Meowingly looked at the big eye roller on Wang Beard's waist.
Wang Beard's heart was bleeding. It turned out that this little bastard was targeting him. What are you pretending to be today? I brought out my beloved pistol to show off.
"The one the leader said yesterday should be satisfied as much as possible. This one is just borrowed for practice. It's not like I won't return it."
It is indeed a loan. It was borrowed by Liu Bei from Jingzhou. The little bastard is pressing harder and harder, not letting anyone live anymore.
"Then what the leader said..."
"Of course it counts."
Wang Huzi couldn't afford to lose that person anymore, so he took off the gun holster from his waist and handed it to Zhou Wen. "Well, there are only two clips of bullets, so save some."
"Thank you, Captain, then who will be in charge of us in the future?"
"First practice with the guards for a while. Oh no, you train with them for a while. You can also help to check the warehouse accounts. I will go back first."
I don’t want to see this person anymore, he’s not a good person. I didn't say I didn't believe him last night, I just hesitated for a moment, and today my beloved pistol was gone, and I didn't even bother to fire a few rounds.
Wang Huzi left with a smile on his face and tears in his belly.
Zhou Wen put the holster on his belt, put it on his waist, and pulled out the pistol to examine it carefully.
Tough appearance, shiny gun body. The handle of the gun feels a little thicker when I hold it in my hand. That's because my body hasn't grown yet and my palm is a bit small, so it doesn't have much impact.
Draw the gun, hold the gun with both hands and aim, turn around and draw the gun and aim again. I made several pistol tactical moves in a row, and I felt very happy. This is a famous gun. All kinds of data flowed through my mind instantly.
The American Colt M1911 pistol fires 11.43 mm Colt pistol bullets and uses a standard 7-round magazine. The pistol is characterized by a simple structure, reliable mechanism, good safety, high power, and obvious stopping effect. The standard equipment that countless wealthy people in later generations collected and showed off.
Zhou Wen was entertaining himself and thinking a lot, when he suddenly noticed that the surroundings were strangely quiet. Looking back, dozens of teenagers, including Gao Xiaoshan and Xu Dacheng, were stunned, looking at him with their mouths wide open.
"Awen, you are the first person I have ever seen who took something off the leader's body. I see that the leader is very distressed. We usually won't let him touch this gun even if we want to. You are so awesome." Gao Xiaoshan said and glanced at the pistol with envy.
Zhou Wen's heart moved. Looking at the admiration, envy and jealousy around him, he smiled slightly and asked, "Do you guys want to see it?"
"Yeah yeah."
"I want to see it."
"It's best to hold it in your hands and play with it." Everyone responded in a hurry.
"Okay!" Zhou Wen agreed loudly, then pointed to a little man who had taken off his belt and was playing with it in his hand and said: "You, whatever you are looking at, it's you. Take off your clothes."
