Not long after, Zhang Hainan and another soldier returned to the underground shooting range with two Type 81 automatic rifles and a locked box.

Ning Zhiyuan, who was all about live ammunition shooting, naturally had no time to manage the militia training base's management of guns and bullets, as long as there was a gun to shoot.

As soon as Zhang Hainan came up, he did not teach him how to shoot directly. Instead, he began to explain the key points of shooting, just like other business units that came to military training or shooting.

It may be a boring explanation for others, but for Ning Zhiyuan, it is a very good thing that is unsatisfactory, so you will naturally be extremely serious when you learn it.

It was only five or six minutes later. After the teaching was completed, Zhang Hainan asked the colleague who followed him to open the locked box and take out the bullets.

There were 30 round magazines, and a total of six were brought over, but each magazine was only filled with five rounds. However, for Ning Zhiyuan, these were not important.

After loading the magazine step by step and loading the bullet, Ning Zhiyuan, who adjusted his posture with Zhang Hainan's guidance, aimed for a while before pulling the strike.

A gunshot of "bang!" echoed in the underground shooting range.

Fortunately, Ning Zhiyuan put on soundproof earmuffs first, but he didn't feel that the sound was so explosive.

However, although this shot barely put on the target paper, it is still a little far from the outermost ring of the target paper, not to mention the bull's eye.

However, Ning Zhiyuan was relieved when he turned around, and then without saying a word, he began to shoot out the remaining four bullets one by one.

The five bullets, except for the two of the first ones that didn't have the target ring, the remaining three were only two rings, and the best one happened to hit the junction of the fifth ring and the sixth ring.

"It's embarrassing..." Ning Zhiyuan, who put down his gun and retreated the magazine quickly, looked at his own battle results with a telescope, and shook his head helplessly.

"I said, Yuanzi, that's OK. Your guns are all on the target. There are many rookies like you who have off-target guns."

Huang Xin, who stood aside and didn't play with guns, smiled and comforted him.

"That's right, it's good to be like this. When you hit a few more shots, I believe the results will get better and better." Zhang Hainan said with a smile, and guided the shooting movements just now.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!"

Soon, gunshots sounded from the underground shooting range.

Ning Zhiyuan's marksmanship was getting better and better after Zhang Hainan's guidance and his familiarity with the Bayi Bar among his opponents.

Although it is still far from the bullseye, it can occasionally be used to be nine or even ten rings, which will attract some praise.

As he was fighting, Ning Zhiyuan's movements became more and more proficient and his accuracy was getting higher and higher. Finally, he learned the shooting skills of two-point continuous shooting and three-point continuous shooting from Zhang Hainan.

With five rounds per magazine, Ning Zhiyuan forced twenty magazines, a total of one hundred bullets. In the end, he had to stop temporarily because his shoulders were a little hurt.

Of course, ten thousand yuan is not just a few bullets, so after spending a night in the militia training base, I can continue playing.

However, this time, it was not in the underground shooting range, but moved to the ground.

Because of the ample bullets, Ning Zhiyuan was happy over and over again, and finally even his shoulders became a little bruised.

Unfortunately, such an opportunity is not easy to deal with. Although it is just a matter of spending some money, I can't come here every few days to get into the spotlight of live-fire shooting.

It’s okay once or twice occasionally, but it’s a long time and more times, but it’s okay to have money. At the militia training camp, I guess I have to consider what’s going on.

Therefore, even if there is a little discomfort on the shoulder, Ning Zhiyuan has no intention of stopping except for resting for a while.

He even asked Zhang Hainan to shoot while standing, squat, lying down, and even asked Zhang Hainan to guide various shooting movements during the armed marching.

After spending a whole morning on the shooting range, I don’t know how many targets I broke and made bullet shells all over the ground. Then I finally gave up my hands with unsatisfactory experience.

Ning Zhiyuan saw that in order to win more live ammunition opportunities, it was indeed a bit difficult for Huang Xin's comrade to do. He waved his hand and found a place to set up a table.

Although the table of more than 1,000 yuan is nothing in the city, it is already very attractive to entertain in Yagou Town.

In addition, after eating and drinking well, Ning Zhiyuan also stuffed two Chinese characters to everyone present, giving them enough face and inner self.

Before leaving, Zhang Hainan took it and ate it. He even stuffed some wound medicines specially used for training for the recruits, and even sent a car to deliver it.

This delivery was delivered directly to the home. Before the young soldier was driving, Ning Zhiyuan did not forget to stuff another good cigarette, making the other party smile.

Because I drank a lot of wine at noon, after returning home, Ning Zhiyuan and Huang Xin took a hot shower respectively, and then sat on the sofa in the living room to have tea and chat.

"Okay, Yuanzi, I didn't realize that you were crazy playing with guns. You just had a good night and one morning."

Huang Xin, who had just shot a few randomly from beginning to end, looked at someone who was rubbing his shoulders with a grin, gestured a thumb, and his face was full of joking.

"Tsk, this is so boring that I feel so tired. How can I compare with you? There is a ready-made comrade here. When will I want to shoot a gun, I can come here at any time."

Ning Zhiyuan didn't feel that when he was playing with guns, but after drinking a lot of wine after lunch, he felt that his shoulders were a little painful.

Now, the ointment given by Instructor Zhang before leaving was applied. Not to mention that the effect was really good. In less than a while, the soreness was relieved.

"Don't you think this militia training base is opened by my family, so I can come whenever I want. It's rare for me to go there all year round."

"It's your kid, it's a great time this time. Even if the bullet is based on the internal price, you can still get at least a few thousand yuan."

"You just took care of yourself and didn't see my comrade's expression at that time. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... I'm afraid you're not satisfied, so you have to continue playing in the afternoon."

Thinking back on the expressions of his comrades at that time, Huang Xin felt quite amused and crying.

Who made the 10,000 yuan look quite a lot? But according to Ning Zhiyuan's way of playing, how can it be?

"Tsk, I won't make up for it if I don't have enough money. Fortunately, I've had fun this time. I've been hurt by playing. Don't say, this medicine is really good and very useful."

He pointed to his shoulder that had just applied medicine, picked up the teacup and sucked it all over, and breathed a long sigh, feeling so comfortable.

"I deserve it. Who makes you so crazy? No ordinary people can stand this trick." Sun Haitao picked up the teacup and threw a look of contempt.

After chatting for a few words, Ning Zhiyuan's eyes rolled and pretended to be careless, "Yes, Huang Jin, do you recognize any great people who can get this?"

"This? Tell you, do you think this is cabbage, you can buy it by just finding someone." Looking at the gesture of the other party, Huang Xin was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile.

"Nonsense, of course I know this thing is not a cabbage, otherwise, there is no need to ask you." Ning Zhiyuan reached out to his mouth and made a muzzle blow, and said with a pout.

"Come on, this thing is a disaster in China. If you reveal some rumor, it will definitely not end up well. I advise you to give up your heart."

Huang Xin thought that his friend was crazy about guns and his mind was still impulsive, so he rolled his eyes directly, an expression that you don’t drag me down if you want to die.

"Oh? So, you kid really knows people in this area? OK, I didn't see that you have a good idea as soon as you retired from the army."

"But it's right. This thing is too sensitive. If there is no place to use it, it will be similar to a fire stick at home, and it is not worth it."

"I'm going to have another important thing, so I have to trouble you with Golden."

From what he said just now, Ning Zhiyuan heard some signs, but he did not continue to get entangled. Instead, he changed his mind and decisively changed the topic.

However, I am becoming more and more interested in the origin of my friend.

"I know it's okay if you take me to your house, but I'll talk about it first, and I won't touch those messy things."
Chapter completed!