Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Their eyes were shining with determination and concentration, just like a falcon locking onto its prey in the blue sky, staring closely at the black and white target in the distance, each pair of eyes filled with a desire for victory and a pursuit of skills. At this time, Liu Ping'an, an experienced old instructor, was like a mentor with both wisdom and courage. He stood in front of the team and taught everyone the key points of adjusting their breathing with his steady and powerful voice, teaching them how to maintain a stable mentality in tense moments, and how to achieve the trick of precise aiming through delicate movements. Every word he said was like a clear spring, nourishing the dry hearts of the militiamen and stimulating their potential.

Every time they pull the trigger, it is a baptism of mind and will for these militiamen, and a bold attempt to bravely overcome their own psychological barriers. They know that this is not only a test of personal skills, but also a severe challenge to the tacit cooperation of the entire team. Because on this shooting range, only when everyone can give full play to their best level, work closely with teammates, and face challenges together, can they gather into an invincible force, achieve excellent results, and win honor for the team.

As the shooting training progressed, the shooting range, which was originally quiet and tense, suddenly became lively. The sound of gunfire echoed over the shooting range like an exciting movement.

The cheers and applause of the militiamen and the "hail of bullets" intertwined with each other, forming a wonderful picture that was both exciting and full of fun.

They held rifles and stood in a row, their faces filled with expressions of nervousness and excitement, an expression full of curiosity and anticipation for unknown challenges, as if they were about to embark on an adventure full of unknowns and thrills, and the rifles in their hands were their weapons to move forward bravely, and their strong backing to overcome difficulties and protect their homes.

Liu Haizhong, who usually loves to brag about himself and calls himself the "shooting king", showing off his shooting skills wherever he goes, was the first one to jump out of the crowd, unable to hold back his excitement. His face was filled with an expression of confidence that was hard to conceal, as if the whole world was at his feet, and the shooting range was the best stage for him to show his talent. He put his hands on his hips, showing a posture that was determined to win, as if he had already locked in victory in advance and was just waiting for that moment to come.

He stretched out his right hand exaggeratedly and gently stroked the scope of the shotgun. His movements were gentle and skillful, as if he was treating a rare treasure, and he was very careful, fearing any mistakes. His eyes were shining with the desire for victory and the extreme confidence in his own ability, as if the scope was the key to his victory.

At the same time, he kept muttering to himself, with a hint of pride and boasting in his voice: "Look here, brothers and sisters, today I will show you what a real sharpshooter is! I, Liu Haizhong, am not a man who gets my reputation for nothing. This shot of mine will definitely hit the target, and I guarantee that you will all be shocked and amazed! Just wait and see!"

After that, Liu Haizhong took a deep breath, as if to expel all the tension and pressure from his body, leaving only full confidence and strength. He pressed his eyes tightly against the scope and began to aim at the target in the distance with full concentration. His focused expression seemed as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only the invisible line between him and the target.

Just as everyone was holding their breath and nervously watching Liu Haizhong's every move, there was a loud "bang" and Liu Haizhong pulled the trigger without hesitation. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the whistling bullet, looking forward to the moment when it hit the bull's eye.

However, something unexpected happened - the bullet did not hit the target as Liu Haizhong wished, but flew straight to a branch not far away with a whizzing sound as if it had wings. With a crisp snapping sound, the branch broke, and the broken branch drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The crowd suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter was a bit teasing and playful, as if it was a mockery of Liu Haizhong's self-proclaimed title of "Shooting King".

Faced with such an embarrassing situation, Liu Haizhong's face instantly turned red, as if it had been burned by fire. But his self-esteem did not allow him to show the slightest embarrassment and frustration in front of everyone. So, he pretended to be calm, reached out and touched his nose, and said with a dry laugh: "Hey, don't laugh! I didn't miss it. I just wanted to mark this tree first, so that we can find it next time! Look, my mark is so conspicuous, we can find the place next time!" After saying that, he deliberately raised his head towards the broken branch with a fake smile on his face, as if he wanted to prove that what he said was true, and wanted to use this method to cover up his inner embarrassment and loss.

In sharp contrast to Liu Haizhong's confident yet slightly exaggerated performance, Yi Zhonghai on the side faced the upcoming shooting challenge with a completely different attitude.

Yi Zhonghai took out a pair of exquisite glasses from his pocket in a leisurely manner, wiped them gently, and then slowly put them on. He squinted his eyes slightly, and carefully observed the surrounding environment through the lenses. He was so focused and serious that it seemed as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only him and the scene in front of him. Sometimes he looked up, staring at the indications of the wind vane in the sky, as if trying to capture every direction of the wind; sometimes he lowered his head and observed the slope and angle of the ground, trying to find out the subtle factors that affect the accuracy of shooting. He also muttered to himself, his voice low and rhythmic: "Well... According to the principles of physics, the wind resistance, air humidity, and the gravity of the earth will have a certain impact on the flight trajectory of the bullet. So, I must calculate carefully to find the best shooting angle and strength."

In this way, Yi Zhonghai was like a rigorous scientist immersed in the world of science, concentrating on every detail that might affect the shooting accuracy. His face was full of seriousness and concentration, as if he was carrying out a sacred and arduous task.

However, when he finally made up his mind, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger, the bullet deviated from the center of the target in a strange arc and flew directly into the ditch beside him, splashing water. Yi Zhonghai's face changed slightly, but soon he regained his composure. He smiled awkwardly and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that theory must be combined with practice! The knowledge in books can only be tested and improved in practice after all."

At the same time, He Yuzhu, a master in the kitchen, seemed a little flustered at the shooting range, completely lacking the confidence he had in the kitchen. He nervously gripped the gun handle, his finger hesitant on the trigger, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

He muttered to himself: "Why is this gun different from a kitchen knife? Why do I feel so weird about it?"

Finally, after a struggle, he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. However, the bullet slid along the ground for a distance and finally stopped at the edge of the shooting range, as if mocking his incompetence.

He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I am more suitable for wielding a kitchen knife in the kitchen. This is really not a place for me to stay."

As for Xu Damao, he turned the shooting training into a hilarious "comedy show." He posed like a professional shooter, squinting his eyes to aim, and imitated the lines in the movie in a loud and exaggerated voice: "Three points in a straight line, target locked! Get ready to shoot!"

However, when he pulled the trigger confidently, the gun went off and he fell down—it wasn't him who fell down, but the gun flew out of his hand due to the strong recoil, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and almost hitting the militiaman next to him. Everyone was shocked and then burst into laughter.

Xu Damao got up in a panic, picked up the gun, and said with an awkward smile: "It seems that I need to practice my arm strength more. The recoil of this gun is too great." Although his humorous self-deprecation defused the awkward atmosphere on the scene, it also exposed his shortcomings in shooting skills.

Liu Pingan stood aside, watching the funny performance of this group of "shooting novices", and his mouth curled up. While he couldn't help laughing, his heart was full of encouragement and expectations for these militiamen. He clapped his hands, and encouraged them in a deep and powerful voice: "Don't be discouraged, shooting is a technical job, and you need to practice more to master it. The important thing is that we found fun in training and enhanced friendship, which is the most important thing. Remember, every failure is a stepping stone to success. As long as we don't give up, we will become real shooting masters one day."

At the shooting range, the sound of gunfire and laughter intertwined, forming a unique picture of tension and joy. Although the militiamen's shooting skills were still a little rusty and their movements were not proficient enough, their optimism and spirit of solidarity made this shooting training extremely meaningful. Every time they pulled the trigger, no matter what the result, it witnessed their growth and progress, and also deepened their friendship.

Then, the assassination training began. The militiamen held sharp bayonets and focused on learning how to stab the target quickly and accurately. They worked in pairs to simulate confrontations, and each stab was accompanied by tension and excitement, as if they were in a real battlefield. Through repeated practice, they gradually mastered the essentials of assassination and had a deeper understanding of the importance of assassination skills in actual combat.

The blasting training brought another new challenge to the militiamen. They learned how to correctly connect the detonating wire, how to accurately control the detonation time, and how to evaluate the blasting effect. Under Liu Ping'an's patient and meticulous guidance, they carefully operated the blasting equipment, and each successful blast was accompanied by a loud bang and a burst of cheers. The sparks and smoke that burst out in an instant seemed to be a symbol of their victory over themselves and their fear, filling their hearts with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

However, for Liu Haizhong and the other four "cowardly" militiamen, blasting training was simply an extreme challenge to their mental and courage. They stood in an open field, surrounded by silence, with only the occasional sound of the wind. In front of them were a variety of blasting equipment, which seemed harmless but powerful, making them nervous and uneasy. The air was filled with a sense of tension and anticipation, as if a thrilling explosion could erupt at any time.

Liu Haizhong, the old militiaman who usually claims to be "brave and fearless", now has trembling legs and a hint of fear in his eyes that is hard to conceal.

He stared at the explosives, muttering to himself, "Is this... is this thing really safe? What if something goes wrong?" He swallowed and tried to hide his fear with a firm look, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him like a traitor, exposing his panic. Although he was full of anxiety and uneasiness, he still mustered up his courage and decided to face the challenge.

Because he knew that only in this way could he truly grow into a qualified militiaman.

Yi Zhonghai showed his usual cautious style in the blasting training. While carefully checking every detail of the blasting equipment, he kept repeating: "Safety first, safety first." His eyes revealed a firmness and caution of "better not to do it than to make a mistake." He treated the blasting equipment like a precious work of art, fearing that an irreversible "disaster" would be caused by carelessness. Whenever he picked up a blasting equipment, he would first carefully observe its structure, and then carefully operate it according to the instructions, as if every step was carefully considered and no mistakes were allowed.

He Yuzhu, who is usually very good at cooking, seemed to be completely lost at this moment. He stood next to the explosive equipment, not knowing where to put his hands, looking around, as if ready to run away at any time. Whenever Liu Ping'an approached for instructions, he would swallow nervously and ask in a trembling voice: "This...this thing will not explode suddenly, right?" The fear and anxiety made people laugh and feel distressed.

As for Xu Damao, this guy who usually likes to brag about how brave and amazing he is, now looks like a balloon that has been punctured, completely losing his former arrogance. He stood aside, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, and his eyes revealed a strong desire of "I don't want to play anymore, I want to go home." Whenever there was an explosion, he would close his eyes in fear, cover his ears with his hands, and mutter: "Amitabha, please keep me safe." The embarrassment and helplessness formed a sharp contrast with his former arrogant image.

Liu Pingan looked at this group of "cowards" and felt both amused and helpless. But he knew that everyone has their own fears and anxieties, and the important thing is how to face and overcome them. So he patiently taught them how to properly operate blasting equipment and encouraged them to face the challenge bravely. With Liu Pingan's encouragement, they finally plucked up the courage, carefully connected the detonating cord, and controlled the detonation time. When the first successful blast sounded, they were stunned at first, and then burst into cheers. The joy and sense of accomplishment seemed to really make them overcome themselves and their fears. At that moment, they not only learned how to operate blasting equipment, but also learned how to face and overcome their inner fears.

Although their performance in the blasting training was a little "funny", it was this "cowardice" and "caution" that made them cherish every chance of success more and realize more deeply the importance of teamwork and courage.

The militiamen benefited greatly from the tactical and battlefield observation training. They learned how to conceal and defend according to the terrain, how to identify the enemy and respond quickly. Liu Ping'an simulated combat scenarios, allowing them to constantly explore and summarize experience in practice, gradually forming a tacit tactical coordination and efficient battlefield observation capabilities.