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Chapter 15 How to become a sharpshooter

After walking thousands of miles, Yu Congrong, who had just stayed where he was, jumped up and moved closer to him.

Xu Qing was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Hush!" Yu Congrong hugged him, winking: "Xiao Wanli, hurry up, tell me quickly, what embarrassing things did Lian Chang do when he was young?"

Xu Qing was not used to this guy being so familiar, he just hooked his shoulders when he came up, not to mention that he had a face that looked like a big black bull, which made him feel even more awkward.

"Let go of me first." He struggled.

But there was no movement.The muscles on this guy's arms are stiff, and he obviously can't break free without much effort - he really deserves to be a stormtrooper, with high strength.

"Let's talk first, let's talk first." Yu Congrong laughed and said, "I'll let go after I say it!"

Xu Qing was speechless: "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Why are you looking for me if you can ask me?"

"I really don't know." Xu Qing had no choice but to say, "Second brother is seven or eight years older than me. I was not born when he was young, and he left home to serve as a soldier when I was sensible. Get up, I am our second generation kid king, and he is the first generation. Does this... count?"

"Forget it!" Yu Congrong was anxious, "Has he never wet the bed, spanked, or hung himself from a tree?"

Xu Qing rolled his eyes and saw the clue: "...I don't know if he has one, but you must have one."

"How can you defile people's innocence out of thin air!" Yu Congrong almost jumped up, his expression slightly unnatural.

Xu Qing couldn't move his neck, and squinted at him: "It's not you, why are you so anxious?"

Yu Congrong said with disbelief on his face: "The company commander has never done it?"

Let’s pretend it’s not, I’m a counterfeit, I haven’t figured it out yet, how do I know this.

So he shook his head decisively: "Really not."

Yu Congrong sat down slumped, while Pinghe beside him didn't raise his eyelids, as if he had expected this scene long ago.I only concentrate on sewing the cloth bag carrier in my hand. In the early days of New China, everything was lacking, and there were always not enough items to hold grenades.

"Just get used to it." Seeing Xu Qing's doubts, this calm and almost dull man laughed and said, "In the past when the whole army competed in martial arts, the one who fought the most in the Seventh Company was Cong Rong—until the company commander knocked him down."

"I see." Xu Qing turned her arms and neck when she heard the words, and smiled too.

"What do you mean put down?"

Yu Congrong was not happy, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I was doing it for the sake of the company commander! Who am I? I, Yu Congrong! The Seventh Interlude Company, the stormtrooper. Others charge because there are enemies in front, so I charge ——In front of me, behind me, on my left, on my right, they are all enemies who want me dead! Who dares to say that I can't fight!"

But after finishing speaking, his face immediately collapsed: "Little Wanli, the revenge plan I've been thinking about for a day has been completely ruined by you. Why didn't you give birth a few years earlier?"

Xu Qing resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and didn't want to talk to him.

This guy just listens to the name and thinks he is very decent, and he shows his appearance as soon as he moves. He is a pure army veteran and a big social cow.

"What should I do to become a sharpshooter like you?" He touched the gun in his hand and asked Ping He.

"This...is easy to say, but also difficult to say." Pinghe put down the needle, raised his head and replied, "Hitting the enemy with a gun is actually the same as shooting a bird. It is nothing more than breathing down, aiming, and pulling the trigger. Anyone can do it." The bullets can be shot. But the difficulty lies in how to hit the bullets accurately."

He removed the gun from his back.

This is an old [-] cover. The patterns on the butt of the gun have been worn away, but it is well maintained.

"This guy has been with me for more than four years. When I first entered the Seventh Company, the conditions were relatively difficult, and the number of bullets issued was small. I was a recruit, and I was only given three. I didn't dare to shoot casually, so I ate, slept, Holding it while walking, holding an empty gun to practice shooting, aiming, and breathing. After thinking about it for two months, when I went to war again, three enemies hit my peanuts at that time—one shell was not wasted.”

As he spoke, he raised his gun for aiming:

"Everyone says that I have talent in this area, but talent is a very imaginary thing, and I don't really understand it, but what I have practiced is absolutely not. I have been shooting in the army for several years, and the most important experience is hard training! "

"Since the company commander has ordered, I will not hide my secrets. I will teach you everything I know as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you." Xu Qing said hurriedly.

"You are welcome, we are comrades-in-arms." Ping He smiled, waved his hands and said, "The Seventh Company has always learned from each other and improved each other, as long as it is helpful to kill the enemy, we will share and teach everyone Experience, this is the tradition of the Seventh Company. Because only when the combat effectiveness is improved, the big guys can win the battle."

He is straightforward and directly raised the gun in his hand: "Come on. I will teach you the basic shooting posture and essentials first."

Xu Qing quickly picked up the gun and followed his gestures.

On the one hand, Yu Congrong lost much interest when he saw this, he laughed and said, "Well, are you practicing? Pinghe's marksmanship is still better than mine, so I won't mix it up for now, Xiao Wanli, I must find him when I learn how to fight later. Me, I will give orders to the company commander first..."

Xu Qing couldn't bear it anymore, she gritted her teeth and turned her head: "Can you stop adding the word 'small'?"

"No!" He dodged Xu Qing's fist, laughed and ran away.

Ping He has long been used to it, shook his head and said: "He likes to play around."

Xu Qing glanced at him, then at Yu Congrong, who looked like a big child, and secretly slandered: The superior is not like the superior, and the subordinate is more like an old father. What is the relationship between the two?
But there is no time to think about it, Ping He immediately taught him: "Follow me, put the gun up, the butt of the gun rests on the shoulder, the muzzle of the gun is facing away, the legs are slightly bent, one front and one back, and the eyes follow a straight line ..."

"Yes, keep this position."

"Usually, the muzzle of the gun is slightly downward, and don't point at your comrades in arms. Once you find the enemy, raise your gun immediately!"

"Move quickly, keep your hands steady, press the bullet into the magazine, pull the bolt, aim, and shoot."

"In the beginning, you don't need to pursue speed too much, but make the movements coherent first."

"Come on, good, one more time."

…………

Time passed little by little.

Following Ping He's explanations, and the practice of imitating postures and corrections over and over again, Xu Qing's movements began to look good.

At a certain moment, he found that the system panel had changed:

[Skills: Throwing (Beginner+), Shooting (Beginner+)]

In the skill column, there is already an initial skill.

Looking at the interface, I still have 100 experience points left, whether I can become a sharpshooter depends on it!He took a deep breath and clicked directly on the "+" sign.

brush!
He saw the number of experience points drop rapidly, and the text in the [Shooting] column suddenly changed, and some knowledge and memories that he had never had before flooded into his mind.

In an instant, there seemed to be some extremely subtle changes around the body, and the senses became more sensitive, making him feel like he was being tickled all over.

Ping He looked back and saw him frozen in place: "Are you tired? You can rest for a while."

Xu Qing came back to his senses: "No need."

Bow your head, the system interface has changed to:

[Shooting: Primary (50/100)]

He looked at the gun in his hand again, feeling a little different. There was a sense of familiarity as if he had been immersed in this way for a long time. He squinted his eyes slightly, followed his subconscious feeling, picked up the gun, reloaded it, pulled the bolt, and looked for the target. , gusset machine...

The sounds of "Kacha, Kacha" quickly joined together. Compared with before, the movements were immediately completed in one go, as if they had been honed through thousands of hammers.

"Huh." Ping He was also stunned for a moment, and nodded: "It seems that you have some talent in this area... I practiced for a long time before I was able to reach this speed."

Xu Qing smiled, with a lot of confidence in her heart: "I hope."

He wasn't proud. With the addition of points through the system, he had a basic level of shooting, so Pinghe's level was at least at the intermediate level. He still practiced hard by himself.

He continued to consult for a while.

But not long after, the speed of the entire train suddenly began to slow down, and the clanging noises around the train also gradually decreased. At the same time, soldiers in other carriages shouted:

"Arrived at the station!"

"Come here first." Xu Qing and Pinghe both reacted, put away the gun immediately, and packed up their things.

On Qilian's side, Wu Qianli quickly entered the carriage, glanced at the people who were cleaning up, and shouted: "Everyone has it! Each row is divided into shifts. Bring your weapons and equipment, and get off in 5 minutes!"

"Yes!"

There was a lot of people in the carriage, and the soldiers jumped out of the bunk one after another, grabbed their weapons, carried large and small packages on their backs, and assembled a whole team in the carriage.Xu Qing packed up quickly. He was sent here in a coma, so he didn't bring anything.

Ping He packed his luggage on his back and passed by him: "After the train arrives, there should be a chance to shoot a target. I'll call you when the time comes."

Xu Qing nodded: "OK."

Immediately, the train had come to a complete stop, and gradually there were voices calling from outside, urging them to get off the train.

Wu Qianli found Xu Qing, confirmed that others were there, and felt relieved.

Then he turned around and ordered several soldiers to pull open the door handle, and together they slowly pushed open the iron door of the carriage.

wow...

As soon as the door opened, a large piece of golden light shone into the dim compartment, Xu Qing subconsciously covered her eyes.

However, it can be vaguely seen that there is an old station outside, and soldiers and guards in military uniforms are standing around, waiting, and there are bright yellow uniforms everywhere, like long snakes - other brother troops have already disembarked car.

"Is everything all right?"

Qilian: "Okay!"

Wu Qianli waved his hand: "—Go, get out of the car."

The troops dismount immediately.Facing the face is the golden light shining all over the face at dusk far and near, and under the rolling fire clouds in the sky, the train whistle is honking, and the jet of steam solidifies into solid mountains.

(End of this chapter)