: Practice with guns until you get cramps

Author: Liang Xueli

: Practice with guns until you get cramps

"Okay, that's it for the prone rifle shooting practice. Let's take a five-minute break and then we'll do the pistol shooting training."

The school's prescribed gun training time for freshmen is 20 minutes, and teachers usually increase it to 30 minutes.

And Wang Ban directly doubled it.

So when he called to stop, everyone immediately lay down on the ground and didn't want to get up.

Wang Ban then walked over and helped Lu Feng up, "Okay, if you continue to practice, the nerves and blood vessels will be crushed, so you have to try."

Lu Feng had no choice but to stand up.

Wang Ban helped him sweep away the grit under his elbows, and immediately saw the dents made by the bits of grit under his skin.

"To activate the blood."

Wang Gang immediately came over and said, "Come Lu Feng, I'll press it for you."

Today it was finally his turn to team up with Lu Feng for a massage.

"Thanks!"

Lu Feng did not refuse, and now the massage techniques of several people have begun to take shape.

Wang Ban was also pleased to see that their relationship was so harmonious.

Taking advantage of everyone's break, Wang Ban began to explain to everyone the essentials of how to hold a pistol.

"While you are resting, listen carefully to me explaining the essentials of holding a pistol."

When everyone heard this, they had to get up and gathered around.

"There are three commonly used methods of pistol shooting, one is sideways with one arm, the other is frontal pistol shooting with both hands, and the other is the internationally popular Weiwo style pistol shooting."

Wang Ban used his pistol and made three gun-holding movements in sequence.

"I'll teach you how to hold a gun with both hands first."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as this lying down position was much easier.

"The two-hand grip on the front is officially called the isosceles triangle grip."

"The body is facing the target, the left and right feet are slightly wider than shoulder width apart, and the two gun-holding arms and shoulders form an isosceles triangle."

"Remember two points. The arms should be raised straight and at shoulder height. The palms of the hands should fit as much as possible against the gun body."

Wang Ban demonstrated several times in a row how to lift it high and how to hold it with both hands.

The three actions of drawing the gun, stepping forward, and holding the gun to aim are very coherent, and it looks very handsome when done in one go.

After explaining everything one by one, five minutes passed quickly.

"Okay, the rest is over, let's put the rifles in order."

After everyone put their rifles aside and put them down, they felt a sense of relief.

In comparison, the pistol I hold feels extremely light.

"Speed ​​speed!"

As soon as Wang Ban shouted, everyone quickly lined up and stood up.

"Pistol to gun, start!"

Everyone quickly raised their pistols according to Wang Ban's explanation just now.

"Keep your back straight and don't lean forward."

"Lift it high!"

Wang Ban pressed their arms down with his hands, and then they were suppressed.

"Harder! Harder!"

When he couldn't hold him down anymore, Wang Ban walked to the next one.

Only then did everyone realize that it was not simple.

In the previous lying position, the elbows mainly had to support the weight of the body.

But now I have to raise my arms high and keep exerting force on my arms.

After three to five minutes, everyone felt extremely tired.

"Don't shake, why are you shaking?"

As soon as he saw someone raising his arms unsteadily, Wang Ban would go up and criticize loudly.

Ten minutes later, not only my arms were sore, but my legs were also starting to feel sore while standing.

The only thing they were happy about was that Lu Feng didn't have to practice any more now.

Would he still ask to take off his shoes and stand barefoot?

There's not much point in taking it off.

"Report!"

Lu Feng's loud shout broke the calm.

"explain!"

Lu Feng said: "I request to hang up the kettle!"

The first thing everyone thought was whether Lu Feng was going to practice with a water bottle on his back.

When they go out for training, they always bring military water bottles because they are afraid of being thirsty and need water.

It's just that the Wang class didn't ask them to practice together with water bottles on their backs.

The kettle weighs two kilograms when full.

Wang Ban on the side was slightly stunned and immediately agreed.

Lu Feng immediately put away his gun and ran out.

First he picked up his own water bottle and shook it, then shouted to Fang Ziwen: "Fat Master, let me lend you some water."

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Ziwen to agree, he had already unscrewed the bottle cap and started pouring it.

After filling up his water bottle and overflowing, Lu Feng twisted it back.

Then he ran back with the full kettle and handed it to Wang Ban.

"Squad leader, please hang the gun for me."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Wang Ban nodded and took it, and Lu Feng immediately stood back in the queue and raised his arm to grab the gun.

After making eye contact with Lu Feng, he hung the kettle's strap on Lu Feng's pistol.

Lu Feng's arm holding the gun was steady and was not pressed down by the kettle.

It was then that everyone suddenly realized that he was so stupid.

You can still play like this.

Zheng Juzhong's eyes moved when he saw it, and he shouted: "Report to the squad leader! Hang up the kettle for me too."

"Okay! I like it when you make such a request."

Wang Ban went to get a kettle and hung it on Zheng Chuzhong's pistol.

Zheng Juzhong's arm was immediately pressed down.

He immediately raised his arm again with a suppressed expression.

Wang Ban asked: "Is it okay?"

Zheng Juzhong nodded with a suppressed expression, not daring to open his mouth to vent his anger.

"Anyone else want to join?"

This time it seemed like the scene from the previous prone training was repeated.

Still no one said anything.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Juzhong's face was covered with sweat, and his body was swaying, as if he was unsteady on his feet.

When he finally let go of his anger, the kettle hit the ground with a clang.

There was also a faint sweat on Lu Feng's forehead.

"Report!"

Lu Feng shouted.

Wang Ban walked over and asked, "Do you want to take it off?"
To be continued...