Zombie Crisis: Survival comes first

"Are you sure you can beat him?" Xiao Jiu asked.

Uncle Wa shook his head slightly: "It's hard to say. It depends on who discovers who first next time."

Xiao Jiu said helplessly: "Let's make a plan first and then act."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yu, Li Yao and Xiaoyin began to practice their guns respectively.

There was a constant stream of gunshots in the training room. There was no other way, so a few people put some cotton in their ears to simply block out the sound.

Chen Yu took a step forward with his left leg and slightly bent it, keeping his upper body steady, aiming the M4A1 carbine at the table tennis ball 20 meters away, breathing easily, and then shot it directly!

About half an hour later, Uncle Wa clapped his hands: "Everyone, your hit rate on stationary targets is almost the same now. Let's change the course next."

"Ah? So fast..." Xiaoyin was happily shooting cans with a pistol. When she heard Uncle Wa's voice, she said in frustration: "I haven't shot enough yet."

"I'm asking you to practice shooting, not just for fun." Xiao Jiu walked in with a box of things in his arms, put it on the ground and said with a smile.

"Oh, brother Xiao, be careful. Just move things and call the rats. Don't injure the wound." Xiaoyin stepped forward quickly and scolded.

"Yes, Brother Xiao, why are we so polite? Just take good care of yourself." Mouse also sat on the ground and warned.

"This injury is not bad." Xiao Jiuwen smiled and waved his hand: "When I went to the battlefield in the past, I suffered more serious injuries than this."

"Has Brother Xiao been on the battlefield before?" Chen Yu asked in surprise. Xiao Jiu was a few years older than Dazhuang, so Chen Yu simply followed suit and called him brother. After all, like Dazhuang, he was his savior.

"Haha, it's all in the past. It happened many years ago. It's not worth mentioning." Xiao Jiu smiled slightly and said softly.

"Xiaoyu." Xiao Jiu stepped forward, took a look at Chen Yu's figure, and said, "You are still too thin. You need to practice in the past few days.\"

Xiao Jiu thought that Chen Yu could hardly hold the corpse rat with both hands at midnight last night, so he couldn't help but say something.

Hearing this, Chen Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I can't even fill my stomach, so how can I have the time to practice those..."

Chen Yu also understood that since he was on the thin side, he would basically have to attack with a spear when encountering a stronger zombie. It would not be easy to control the zombie if he used a dagger to get close.

"This is easy to handle." Xiao Jiu stepped forward and squeezed Chen Yu's arm muscles, and said with a smile: "We also have a small can of protein powder, which we found when we went out to search before. We brought it back without being contaminated."

Mouse stood up and walked over. He chuckled and said, "That small can of protein powder is about to expire. There are about ten days left. No one in our camp eats that stuff. It would be a waste to leave it alone."

"Huh?" Chen Yu was startled, and then asked in confusion: "Are there still people who are picky eaters these days?"

Dazhuang stood next to Chen Yu and said with a smile: "It's probably not a picky eater. It's because that thing can only be used as a supplement, not as food. It's easy to become malnourished."

"I see..." Chen Yu touched his chin and nodded, then said, "Then how should we practice?"

Xiao Jiu took out the things from the box and replied casually: "Don't worry, take it step by step. We'll wait until your injury is better in two days."

The box that Xiao Jiu brought over contained several fishing lines, and tied with a small ball made of iron sheet, about the size of a football, for the purpose of allowing several people to practice mobile marksmanship.

"Mouse, hang this ball up, just 15 meters away." Xiao Jiu said softly to the mouse.

"Okay, Brother Xiao." Mouse tilted his head and grinned.

He knows what this thing is.

The mouse picked up the iron ball, then moved the table over with one hand, and then shouted to Xiaohu: "Xiaohu, bring that fork!"

Xiaohu walked behind the door and took a wooden fork, about two meters long, with a Y-shaped wire on it.

After taking the fork, the mouse stood on the table, then hung it on the wire with the loop on the fishing line, and lifted it up a little.

Chen Yu took a closer look and saw an iron hook on it.

After hanging it, the mouse jumped off the table, and the iron ball just hung there without moving.

Chen Yu smiled softly: "This is bigger than a can. Although it is a little far away, it is not difficult."

Hearing Chen Yu's words, Xiaoyin covered her mouth and laughed. Li Yao, who was on the side, leaned over and asked softly: "It shouldn't be that simple, right?"

Xiaoyin nodded lightly and said, "Of course, now is the time to really learn the marksmanship."

As soon as Xiaoyin finished speaking, Mouse stood nearby, stretched out his hand and pushed the iron ball, causing it to swing rapidly from side to side, and then said hey, "You can hit it now." After saying that, Mouse quickly moved the table away.

"Li Yao, you go first." Uncle Wa shouted to Li Yao.

Li Yao nodded, picked up the pistol on the table, walked over and stood directly in front of the iron ball, held it with both hands, and aimed at the iron ball.

In order to avenge Zhu Yuanyuan, Li Yao studied very seriously and learned quickly.

The muzzle of the gun followed the swing of the iron ball for a few seconds. Li Yao's eyes narrowed, and then she directly pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

A burst of gravel came from the wall behind the training room, but the iron ball was still intact.

Li Yao's eyes darkened and she whispered: "It moved too fast, and it was a little bit missed..."

"Analyze its swing route." Uncle Wa was not annoyed and continued to explain patiently: "Fixed targets are different from moving targets. Moving targets are unstable and more difficult to hit vital points."

"But it won't work if you don't practice. The zombie won't walk towards you in a straight line stupidly. Especially when it lies on you, its head will attack you crazily. At this time, there is often only one chance to shoot." Uncle Wa said in a deep voice. .

"If one shot misses, there will be no time for you to fire a second shot." Xiao Jiu also stood aside and whispered to everyone. Now we are just giving these people a vaccination in advance. If we really want to improve our marksmanship, we can only go outside and experience it. Only by life and death can you become more and more proficient in marksmanship.

After all, no matter how long you keep hitting targets, your skills will improve as quickly as hitting zombies.

"Chen Yu also gives it a try." Uncle Wa continued.

The mouse stepped forward and continued to push the iron ball with his hand, making it swing again.

Li Yao got out of the way, and Chen Yu stood next to her, assuming the same posture, but the result was the same, still missing.

"Xiaoyin, come here." Uncle Wa continued to shout lightly.

boom!

Three people fired three shots, no one was left out, and there were only three more bullet holes in the wall behind.

"Imagine it as the head of a zombie. It is shaking its body and walking towards you. In front of you are your favorite family and friends. You have no chance of failure. You must hit!" Uncle Wa shouted in a low voice.

"Try again!"

When Li Yao heard Uncle Wa's words, Zhu Yuanyuan's smile appeared in her mind. The obviously lifeless iron ball, in her eyes, had turned into a mostly rotten zombie head, and she walked towards Zhu Yuanyuan with bared teeth...