Becoming a Rich Man from Siberia

Ye Feng placed the simple shooting range on a hill near the woodland in the north.

It is the edge of the entire farm, and the blueprint is loose, so it is not easy for merchants to jump out.

Alexander spent half an hour to set up the facilities.

He set up a total of five target positions with different distances.

10m, 20m, 50m, 75m, and 100m.

The forms are also varied. Not only are there the wooden boards, wood, glass bottles and the big gift packages given when purchasing weapons mentioned earlier, they are made into human-shaped targets and circular targets.

In the middle, various shelters, waste tires, oil drums and small mounds on the site are also assumed.

Although simple, the professional style can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

Ye Feng hurried to the target position to try his skills, but was stopped by Alexander.

"Boss, don't stand in front of the 100-meter target. Shotguns can't shoot that far."

It's better to shoot at the 10-meter target with a shotgun. The 10-meter target is loaded with rotten basins. The target is large and very suitable for shotgun practice.

So Alexander asked Ye Feng to stand in front of the 10-meter target, and then said:

"Boss, you must pay attention to the recoil. Shotgun recoil control will not hurt yourself"

"Shotguns have a large killing area and are easy to hit. They can easily cultivate new shooters' interest in shooting and can also cultivate shooters' gun sense."

Ye Feng asked curiously:

"Gun sense?"

"If you have ever played a shooting game, you will know that sometimes you can magically hit the enemy by flicking the mouse. That is the feeling of the gun, but in fact it is the instinctive reaction of the body after hard practice. There is muscle memory and your own inertia operation."

"The same is true for live ammunition shooting, which also requires a lot of practice to form muscle memory."

"At that level, when encountering an emergency, you will complete the shooting habit by reflex."

Ye Feng nodded. So that's how it is. It seems to be a job that requires a lot of work.

Ye Feng looked ahead. In front of him, there were several pot lids hung with rotten wood strips.

They were large and small, and you could tell at a glance that they were discarded by others.

Ye Feng aimed his gun, and Alexander adjusted his posture on the side.

"Lean forward! Don't put your index finger on the trigger when you don't need to fire."

Irina followed them and took the phone to shoot.

The people in the live broadcast room couldn't understand the Rakshasa language, and Irina couldn't read Chinese either.

But they could see clearly, and they were all brushing their expertise on the bullet screen.

After adjusting the shooting posture for a while, Ye Feng began to load the bullets and prepare for live ammunition shooting.

"Bang——"

"duang——"

There were two muffled sounds, the first one was extremely loud. The second one was mixed with scattered sounds.

When Ye Feng fired the gun, he felt his shoulder being pushed back by a force, but surprisingly it was not serious.

The pot lid that was hit was also full of bullet holes.

""Nice Shot!"

Alexander applauded.

Ye Feng's first shot hit the target, and his confidence rose. He put the gun on his shoulder and made an extremely impressive pose.

"Ha, it's not difficult at all!"

Alexander said with a smile:

"The boss is very talented. Some people will be scared when they hear gunshots for the first time."

"Then can I go to the 20M target?"

"Of course, this time we will try kneeling shooting."

Kneeling, as the name implies, means kneeling on one knee and then shooting with the gun.

This is more stable and comfortable than standing. It is also easier to aim accurately. Snipers in movies and TV basically shoot in a prone position because it is more stable.

Ye Feng fired more than a dozen shots in a kneeling position and basically hit the target. He felt that the 20-meter target was not difficult, so he simply switched to a 50-meter target.

The 50-meter target is much more difficult than the 20-meter target. You can hardly see a person's face at a distance of 50 meters.

Ye Feng still shot in a kneeling position, and after one shot, several steel balls hit the pot cover target.

This is the advantage of a shotgun, with a large killing area. As long as you don't aim too crookedly, you can always get a few steel balls on target.

Ye Feng still felt unsatisfied, so he simply replaced the pot cover target with a glass bottle.

Bang bang, there were several more shots. There was still more than a half hit rate, and several glass bottles were smashed into pieces.

The idiots in the live broadcast room were all dumbfounded.

【[Barrage]

This shooting skill is amazing!

Brother Feng is awesome!

Where is the anchor?

Damn, anchor 666, Kuaishou can even broadcast this!

The anchor is a Siberian farmer, if you are interested, you can follow him!

Damn, this is the life of a big boss!

……

A group of outsiders rushed into the live broadcast room, and the classmates in the group also started to promote it!

Ye Feng fired hundreds of bullets in a row, and the more he fired, the more excited he became. This was too stress-relieving.

After another magazine was emptied, he was finally stopped by Alexander.

"Boss, it’s OK!"

"Hmm?"

Ye Feng was having a great time and was a little confused when he was asked to stop.

"If I hit your shoulder again, it will be broken. You can't feel it now, but after a while, when the adrenaline wears off, you will feel it."

Ye Feng moved his shoulder and felt a little uncomfortable. He lifted his clothes and saw, damn!

There was already a red-purple bruise!

"Damn, why can't I feel anything when I shoot?"

"Because you are too excited, your adrenaline is too high, paralyzing your nerves."

"It was just like many people on the battlefield who could run for a long time after being shot, but once they found themselves injured, they immediately fell to the ground and could not get up."

Ye Feng calmed down and could already feel the numbness on his shoulders.

"But you are the most vigorous novice I have ever seen. If you train well, you will definitely be an excellent fighter!"

Ye Feng was depressed. I don't want to be a fighter! I was just playing around, but I got myself hurt!

But he still said:

"I am not made of clay, I am naturally strong! Let's go back and rest first!"

Then he put down his gun and returned to the dock with Alexander and Irina.

At this time, Petrov, who had been fishing, had caught a lot of fish.

When Petrov saw them, he smiled and said: