Chapter 265: Gun Training

Fan Jianqiang was very interested when he saw that he actually had such a good thing. He took it and studied it in the car, but found nothing.

The prodigal son smiled and said: "It seems that the Ouyang family is not so stingy. It is much easier to talk now. Mr. Fan, the head of the family told me to do my best to cooperate with you. The gun and bullets in the box are for you. The gun is specially made silent."

The pistol has thirty-four magazines and a total of 680 rounds of ammunition. If it is not enough, Mr. Fan will have to find a way."

Fan Qianqiang opened the box and found that there was a mezzanine underneath, full of magazines.

"I have never touched a gun. Is it easy to shoot?"

The prodigal son said in surprise: "Mr. Fan has never used a gun? Then... then I really want to express my admiration for asking to complete this task alone."

Fan Qiangqiang smiled and said, "Do I look like I'm looking for death?"

The prodigal son pondered for a moment and said: "I was originally thinking about how to say it more pleasantly, but I still can't think of it. Let me tell the truth. Mr. Fan, are you really sure?"

Fan Qiangqiang said with a smile: "You might have a chance if you try hard, but if you don't try hard, there will be no chance at all."

"So, how do you need me to cooperate with you, Mr. Fan? Is there anything else I need to do?"

Fan Jianqiang had already taken out the silver-white pistol and said, "You just need to teach me how to shoot."

"Okay, anyway, I have to run for several days on the road. It will be no problem to learn it in a few days. The mastery of it depends on Mr. Fan's talent."

After about half an hour, Fan Jianqiang learned how to use a firearm. While driving, the prodigal son watched him skillfully load the magazine, open the safety, aim, and pretend to pull the trigger. He couldn't help but praise: "You learn so fast.

Mr. Fan, I will start to teach you how to aim, how to shoot, and what to do to hit the target accurately. This gun is not very powerful and has an effective range of 5

Ten meters, but can be adjusted to burst fire, with fast firing rate and small recoil, so it is very suitable for beginners and easy to aim. However, to shoot more accurately, you need to consider the external temperature and humidity, wind speed, recoil, and advance amount.

Wait, in addition, experience is also very important, and it should be noted that when you are not shooting, you must remember to turn off the safety no matter what, remember."

Fan Jianqiang learned tirelessly from the prodigal son along the way. Five hours later, the convoy of three cars had already left the city and entered a remote area. The Ouyang family's car at the front slowed down first and used double flashing lights to remind them to stop.

Rest next to the road.

There were bread sausages and water at the back of the car. They replenished their food and got out of the car to rest. A bodyguard from the Dongfang family saw Fan Jianqiang playing with a pistol and couldn't help laughing: "Look at the posture of holding the gun. It's standard."

Rookie.”

Another bodyguard said: "If you're not a kung fu master, it doesn't matter whether you have a gun or not."

"Hit pirates with bare hands, hahaha... I hope he can kill a few more pirates before they are beaten into pieces."

Not to mention the comments and ridicule here, Fan Jianqiang was posing like a stinker, imitating Bond 007 in the movie.

The prodigal son smiled and said: "It's hard to get the feel without practicing with live ammunition. It's very remote here. Otherwise, try firing a few rounds to get the feel." He picked up the mineral water bottle he had just finished and threw it out.

"It's about sixty meters, which is almost within the effective range."

The prodigal son stood beside him, corrected his posture, and kept explaining.

Fan Jianqiang estimated that this close-range static shooting should not require advance notice. He aimed for several minutes and kept looking for a feeling. Finally, a little excited Fan Jianqiang imitated the western cowboys in old American movies and lowered his head.

Arm, then suddenly raised his hand, and after a second of aiming, fired for the first time.

The sound of a gunshot came, and the palm of my hand felt the vibration of the gun body and trembled slightly.

The next moment, the mineral water bottle sixty meters away bounced up as if struck by lightning, and the plastic piece exploded instantly!

"I hit it! I hit it!" Fan Jianqiang was so excited that he danced like a child.

The prodigal son lost his voice in shock. Dongfang Xiangchen, Ouyang Ye and others standing not far away were all stunned.

This...is this a hit?! Damn, this is something I learned before, right?

Fan Qiangqiang just raised his hand to shoot! The aiming time is also very short, one second. As an experienced gunner, this is not difficult. If he is a sharpshooter, there is no need to aim at all, but for a beginner, this is

It's simply impossible!

The prodigal son said in surprise: "Mr. Fan, have you really never learned to shoot a gun before?"

Fan Jianqiang shook his head proudly: "Of course I haven't learned it. I am a first-class citizen and I have never touched a gun."

"Many people may not be able to hit even if they keep aiming, but you actually... you must be trying your luck, right? Why don't you try another shot?"

"Maybe I'm a genius! This is the first time in my life that I shot a gun, and I actually hit the target!"

"If you can hit six out of ten bullets in a row, you are a real genius. There are geniuses in many fields, but gunmen are different. The talent of gunmen is not reflected in this. Mr. Fan has heard the story of the oil seller.

Yes, if you do the same thing every day, practice makes perfect. Therefore, a trained gunner can accurately hit the target. A truly precious gunner.

Some of the manifestations of talent are the flexibility of the fingers, some are excellent night vision, some are quick reactions, some are good psychological quality and calmness, and some are quick hands. Others can shoot ten times at the same time, but he can shoot twelve times. This is

Talent, while accuracy, relies on consistent practice and experience, and is proficient in calculating data such as wind power and lead time..."

The prodigal son chattered endlessly. At this time, Fan Jianqiang had already closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something. Ten seconds later, Fan Jianqiang suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and paused for another second to aim the bullet.

It shot out, splashing dirt on the muddy ground in front of the mineral water bottle.

"Damn! I missed!" Fan Qianqiang became angry with embarrassment.

The prodigal son's pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and he noticed Fan Jianqiang's steady right hand.

The prodigal son said: "How about Mr. Fan try shooting a moving target?"

Fan Qiangqiang said with a smile: "If you haven't learned to walk, why don't you learn to run first? How can I hit a moving target?"

"There's nothing wrong with that! No enemy will stand there for you to hit. No matter how accurate you are at hitting the target, it's useless. When an enemy appears in front of you, you have to analyze who he is in the shortest possible time.

Whether to move left or right, the speed and span of movement, grasp the most accurate advance amount, and reduce the error to the minimum. People often see in movies that bullets are fired out, but they do not hit the opponent.

At

We will feel that it is very fake. How can we miss so many shots? In fact, this is the real situation. From the moment the bullet comes out of the barrel to reaching the target, it only takes a moment. If there is a slight error, it will miss the target.

This is the reason why many smart gunners adopt a snake-like approach when charging. We have all been deceived by the patriotic education movies we watched when we were children. Those kind of movies always glorify our soldiers. What?

Kill an enemy with one shot, and then no matter how many shots the enemy fires, they can't hit us. In fact, our soldiers at that time were basically a group of amateurs who picked up the barrel of a gun without training. On the contrary, in the early days of World War II, the enemy

The military quality of the Japanese army was very, very high. At that time, except for Germany, the quality of the Japanese Army's individual soldiers was the highest in the world. They were the ones who could really shoot one gun at a time and were truly sharpshooters. And I

Our soldiers could not hit the enemy with ten shots. By the end of World War II, those elite Japs were fighting less and less. Later, they were dragged into the battlefield due to lack of training, and their military quality was much worse, especially since they focused on Southeast Asia.

After the battlefield, most of the troops in China were composed of Korean Japs and White Japs. The quality of the soldiers varied greatly. In turn, they were not as powerful as our guerrillas who had been trained in the long war..."

This fat man couldn't stop talking. Fan Jianqiang quickly stopped him and said, "Otherwise I will throw the bottle into the sky and you will show me how to do it."

Let him continue talking, and he will probably be able to analyze the situation of various countries in the entire World War II.

"Okay, you throw it."

Fan Jianqiang gave him the gun first, took out a bottle of water from the trunk of the car, and threw it away with all his strength.

With a pop sound, the prodigal son raised his hand, and the mineral water bottle burst open, spraying water.

Without saying a word, Fan Jianqiang threw out a bottle of water again. This time, Fan Jianqiang carefully watched every detail and step.

"Come again!"

The prodigal son exploded the mineral water bottle for the third time.

"I'll give it a try."

Fan Qianqiang took the pistol, and the prodigal son smiled and said: "If you can hit the moving target so quickly, I will call you master."

"Try it, you can throw it higher."

The prodigal son smiled: "As you wish."

Quickly raising his arm, the first shot missed.

The prodigal son said: "Come again!"

The second bottle of water was thrown into the air.

Fan Jianqiang failed again.

"Come again!"

The third shot! Fan Jianqiang grasped some important things. He did not rush to pull the trigger immediately, but predicted the direction where the water bottle would fall.

Although this shot still missed, it could be seen that it missed by just a hair.

The prodigal son cast a surprised glance at him and praised: "You seem to have mastered the advance amount."

Fan Jianqiang beamed: "I feel it now."

Over there, Ouyang Ye said loudly: "Okay, you've had enough rest, let's go!"

This time Fan Qiangqiang changed the driving style of the prodigal son. In the afternoon, he came to a gas station in a town, bought water and some food, filled up the gasoline, and asked for boiled water in the supermarket, and each person received a bowl.

The cup noodles were cooked, and I ate them with a slurp. Each one tasted delicious.

They did not enter the town, but took a short rest and then left.

An hour later, they found a hotel in the next medium-sized city in Asia and booked a few rooms to stay in. Fan Qiangqiang asked for one alone.

After locking the door, Fan Jianqiang immediately entered the Apando space. He was covered in sweat and felt very uncomfortable. He soaked in the Xichen Lake while watching Huang Wei and Awen practice Muay Thai. These guys were really hardworking and risking their lives.

After training, those who were tired would jump into the water to regain their strength and then continue training.

After Fan Jianqiang soaked for half an hour, he came out refreshed, encouraged them, and went to the dwarf territory.
To be continued...