The college students who were waiting for the shooting training to start were chattering and discussing.
Especially the boys, looking at the pistols and bullets placed on the shooting stand, were particularly excited and excited.
Because this is the first time I have seen real guns and live ammunition. If I don't join the army or the police in the future, this may be my only chance to see real guns and live ammunition.
Although I usually play a lot of air guns in playgrounds, air guns that fire plastic BB bullets are completely incomparable to real guns.
"My dear, what do you think we are here for?"
Zhou Zihan muttered and complained to Jiang Ning, "Why do we come here to bask in the sun when we can obviously do nothing?"
"Today is the first shooting training. It's not good if we are absent from the first training."
"Hey, with Qin Shi protecting you, who dares to gibber?"
Zhou Zihan raised his fist, looking confident.
"I want to know more about him."
Jiang Ning explained to Zhou Zihan the real purpose of her insistence on participating in this shooting training, "starting to understand slowly from everything he is familiar with."
"Bao, didn't you say that you love me the most? Now you are dragging me to be exposed to the sun for a male carbon-based creature. Doesn't your heart hurt?"
"Of course I love you the most!"
Jiang Ning opened her hands and gave Zhou Zihan a hug.
"Yes, you love me the most, but you love him even more!"
Zhou Zihan curled his lips and revealed the secret in Jiang Ning's heart.
"Stand at attention! Speak!"
Ling Lin picked up a pistol from the table in front of him and said to the excited college students standing in the open space behind the shooting area: "This is the pistol you will use for target shooting later, 9mm caliber np22..."
"Hey, it's just a replica of sig p226."
Underneath, Tang Hao saw the pistol that Ling Lin was holding in his hand and was introducing it with a look of disdain on his face. He curled his lips and said: "When I was at the overseas shooting range, let alone this kind of junk, even the original SIG product
, I don’t even look at it.
The P226 I keep in the gun arsenal at an overseas shooting range uses a competition-grade barrel and modified slide, and is equipped with a micro red dot sight..."
Although Tang Hao spoke softly, Ling Lin still heard him when no one else spoke around him.
Ling Lin put down the pistol in his hand, looked in the direction of Tang Hao, and said: "This classmate seems to be very experienced in shooting. In this case, let him demonstrate it to everyone. Everyone will be chirping!"
"Tang Hao, show them your strength!"
"Tang Hao, come on!"
"..."
The painting art major where Tang Hao was located immediately burst into warm applause and cheers.
Tang Hao acted like a leader and looked behind him at the painting and art major students who were clapping their hands desperately. He pressed his hands to signal them to be quiet and then walked to the shooting position.
"A 50-meter semi-humanoid fixed target, 10 rounds of bullets fired without timing, you can start shooting on your own when you are ready."
Ling Lin stood diagonally behind Tang Hao and explained the shooting rules to Tang Hao.
Tang Hao nodded, picked up the pistol on the table, pressed the magazine button, ejected the magazine, opened the slide, checked the condition of the gun chamber and confirmed that there was no bullet in the chamber, then took out ten bullets from the bullet box.
A bullet is loaded into the magazine.
Click!
Wow!
Tang Hao loaded the magazine into the magazine compartment, pulled the slide, and loaded the bullet. After placing his feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart, his knees were slightly bent. He held the gun with his right hand in the same manner as one-arm holding the gun, and held the trigger guard with his left hand.
, eyes fixed on the rear sight, and pulled the trigger.
Standard isosceles triangle gun!
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
The shell casings flying out of the ejection window hit the partition board of the shooting position, bounced to the table, and swirled happily.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
Click!
"Report! Shooting completed!"
Tang Hao showed the empty pistol to Ling Lin. After confirming that there was no bullet in the chamber, he released the empty chamber and placed the gun on the table with a very confident smile on his face.
"Target report!"
Ling Lin ordered the corporal next to him who was holding a target report.
"8 10-rings, 2 9-rings, a total of 98 rings!"
After the corporal carefully counted Tang Hao's rings, he loudly reported to Ling Lin.
"sharp!"
"Well played!!"
"Tang Hao is awesome!"
"Tang Hao, I love you!"
"..."
Tang Hao took off his earmuffs and put them on the table. He turned around and looked at the classmates behind him. Then he spread his hands and shrugged, making a look like "That's it? It's a trivial matter."
In an instant, the cheers became even more enthusiastic.
Especially those majoring in painting and art were shouting at the top of their lungs.
Looking at the posture of those girls, they wanted to rush directly towards Tang Hao.
handsome.
rich.
Fashionable, trendy, and good at dressing.
Coupled with the beautiful shooting skills just now.
This is simply the character of Prince Charming in novels and comics!
Tang Hao looked like a winner and enjoyed the applause given to him by everyone.
This feeling of being surrounded by stars and being the focus of everyone's attention is really great.
"Look at his coquettish look, bam!"
Zhou Zihan looked at Tang Hao, who was surrounded by applause and cheers, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Tang Hao's shooting skills are very good. Does anyone else want to challenge him?"
Ling Lin glanced at the college students in front of him, but no one responded.
Originally, Ling Lin wanted to hear Tang Hao's words and make him look embarrassed, but he didn't expect that his shooting level was so high.
"Who else? I just asked, who else!?"
"Hey, are you scared now? Don't you famous professionals look down on us art students? Why don't you invite someone to compete!"
"Today, I will put my words here. The champion of this military training shooting competition is ours!"
"..."
The students majoring in painting and art shouted loudly, but no one from the phalanx of students from other majors dared to answer.
Ling Lin must admit that this is an excellent shooting result. Even ordinary armed police soldiers may not be able to achieve such a number.
It is obviously a bit difficult for ordinary college students who want to touch a gun for the first time to achieve better results than this.
After all, live-fire target shooting is not like playing a first-person shooter game. It is not something that can be achieved accurately by adjusting the sensitivity of the mouse and adjusting the position of the keyboard.
Shooting does depend on talent, but it also depends on money.
Which sharpshooter is not fed by tens of thousands of bullets?
It is not difficult for ordinary people to experience live ammunition shooting.
But if you want to practice live-fire shooting to a professional level, ordinary families cannot afford it.
"A 50-meter semi-human-shaped fixed target, an isosceles triangle-shaped gun, and 10 rounds of bullets fired without timing to hit 48 rings. Is this amazing?"
At this moment, Qin Shi walked out of the team and came to the shooting position, holding a paper bag containing two pairs of Magnum "Desert Belly Snake" military boots.