Xia Yuan couldn't put it down while holding the gun. He opened the system and found that in addition to the bombing master level he had previously obtained, he had an entry-level aiming level.
"The system panel data is very simple, but I can intuitively see the changes in my physical attributes and skills. The proficiency allows me to see my own growth. The higher the level, the higher the proficiency required to improve the skill level. I need
Find ways to improve your proficiency in these skills.”
The gun ceremony was over, and it was getting dark outside. The dinner was batter, which was fried flour filled with some water. It tasted sticky and didn't taste good, but there wasn't much food on the train, so I had to make do with it.
eat.
After dinner, Xia Yuan sat on his bed, holding the gun and loving it. The emergence of the aiming skill gave him hope that he could play a huge role in the future battlefield.
And there is also the Bomb Drop Master Level as an auxiliary. If you are also a Master Level Aimer, coupled with Baji Quan specialization, you will become a super soldier.
It's just that I have practiced Baji Quan for 19 years, but I am still at a professional level. I don't know whether it is because it is difficult to improve my proficiency in Baji Quan, or because Baji Quan is too difficult to practice.
"Since there is proficiency, there should be ways to improve it."
Touching the gun and thinking of aiming skills, Xia Yuan picked up the gun and looked for a reference object to aim.
[Aiming at entry-level (6/1000)]
Proficiency jumps by three amounts.
Xia Yuan was surprised.
"That is to say, you have to raise your gun and aim three to four hundred times, and you can improve your aim by one level."
Very simple isn't it?
Xia Yuan just did it. This kind of aiming was very easy for him. He didn't need to shoot. He just had to lift it up to aim and put it down again. This was equivalent to completing the aiming once.
So, in the somewhat dim carriage, Xia Yuan sat on the bed, picked up the gun, put it down, picked it up again, and put it down again.
Wu Wanli stood quietly in front of the train compartment door, his body swaying from side to side with the stuffy jar. Lei Suisheng walked up to Wu Wanli with a gun and handed it to Wu Wanli: "Take it."
Seeing his hesitation, Lei Suisheng smiled and said, "Your brother agreed."
A happy smile appeared on Wu Wanli's face, and he solemnly took the gun and carried it behind his back.
Lei Suisheng said again: "Remember, the gun should never be pointed at your own people."
Wu Wanli pursed his lips and nodded.
Lei Suisheng handed the military cap in his hand to Wu Wanli, turned around and left, saying: "You sleep on my upper bunk, let's go."
Wu Wanli took the hat from Lei Suisheng and put it neatly on his head, saying, "The company commander asked me to stand until dawn, but it's not time yet."
Lei Suisheng cursed and left: "None of you three brothers can make people worry-free."
Wu Qianli watched quietly in the car with the lights off, with a pleased smile on his face. He glanced at Wu Wanli quietly, then turned and entered the room.
The sound of closing the door sounded in his ears, and Wu Wanli turned his head to look.
Returning to the room, Wu Qianli took out a small book and wrote on it one stroke at a time: "Six seven seven, Xia Yuan. Six seven eight, Wu Wanli."
Lei Suisheng came to his bed and suddenly saw a shadow of Yu Congrong sleeping in the store. He took a closer look and saw, good guy, Xia Yuan didn't sleep in the middle of the night. He picked up and put down the gun, like a man possessed.
.
"What are you doing, kid?"
Xia Yuan turned around and saw that it was Lei Suisheng. He turned around and continued to put the gun down, muttering: "Practice aiming with the gun. I want to make raising the gun become a kind of muscle memory. Seeing the enemy can pick up the gun in an instant,
Shoot."
Lei Suisheng was stunned for a moment, lying silently on his bed. The three people who were not troublesome at first have now become four.
In the air, invisible to others, a screen unfolded, displaying a series of numbers.
[Aiming at entry-level (927/1000)]
"Come on, we'll be able to upgrade soon."
Xia Yuan pursed his lips, carefully picked up the gun and then put it down. This mechanical connection made his two arms a little numb, but it was not a problem, but it affected the speed of him raising the gun and putting it down.
Finally, the proficiency level reached the '999' level. As Xia Yuan raised and lowered it for the last time, the number jumped to 2, and the upper limit of proficiency level changed from 1,000 to 10,000. He raised his gun to shoot again and found that
His entire movements were smooth and coherent, like a veteran warrior who had experienced many battles.
"Has there been any results?"
Xia Yuan was slightly happy. The presentation of body data brought by the system was more intuitive, and the progress bar could be seen directly. Each skill level upgrade was equivalent to overcoming a tribulation. After the upgrade, you would have different insights.
The proficiency in raising the gun to practice shooting and aiming has increased from three points to six points. I have to lift and put it down at least nearly two thousand times.
"As long as you have a goal, you will have motivation!"
With the progress bar, Xia Yuan believed in the Gan Emperor and volunteered to become one.
Xia Yuan didn't sleep all night. He kept practicing and his arms became stiff. He didn't remember how many times he practiced until he was exhausted and lay down to sleep.
[Aiming at the professional level (52/100000)]
His aiming skills have also reached the professional level. Although he is not a one-of-a-kind sniper master, he is still able to hit a moving target within a hundred meters without even raising his gun.
This is the effect of aiming, and it is very scary.
If he reaches the master level, he may become a unique sniper who can hit every shot. If he reaches the master level, he can't imagine that Xia Yuan doesn't have a master level at the moment.
It was already nine o'clock in the morning when the train arrived in Shandong. They would rest in Shandong, but due to time constraints, they did not rest for much time.
"Find a way to get some cotton clothes."
This was Xia Yuan's idea. He knew how terrifying the temperature in North Korea was, so when he was resting in Shandong, he found the company commander Wu Qianli and told Wu Qianli the information he had told the division commander before.
Wu Qianli, who received the news from Xia Yuan, took it very seriously. It was 40 degrees below zero. If they really wore such thin clothes, they would definitely freeze to death.
When Wu Qianli went to get cotton-padded clothes, Xia Yuan was waiting anxiously. His personal strength was too weak and he could only rely on Wu Qianli.
When Wu Qianli came back, he only brought back 20 sets of cotton-padded clothes. "All companies are short of cotton-padded clothes. There are not enough cotton-padded clothes here. Each company is divided into 20 sets of cotton-padded clothes. The rest of the cotton-padded clothes are still on the way."
Xia Yuan was silent.
The war situation in Korea has become so urgent that most of the cotton-padded clothes have probably been sent to the front line. Think about it, the Ninth Corps was the second batch of troops to fight in Korea, and they set off in a hurry, and many supplies were not followed.
superior.
Twenty sets of cotton clothes, Xia Yuan took a deep breath, even if he tried hard to change, there was nothing he could do to change it?
Is there nothing you can do?
"There will be a way. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. The volunteers entered the North Korea to fight without preparation. The American emperor still fought away. As a person who controls the system, I should use my tenacity to fight.
Fighting spirit to face the war that is about to happen! I can’t embarrass those born in the 1990s!”