Without letting Shen Sanquan rest for a moment, after finishing hitting the sandbag, Yan Yuntian carefully looked at Shen Sanquan's fist and kick skills, and couldn't help but frowned. It was a standard countryman fighting style, but Shen Sanquan was just He just has more experience than others. In the small place of Yuncheng, these may be of some use, but in the Golden Triangle, it will definitely not work. The warlords and drug lords in this place have their own armies and armed forces. Although they still cannot achieve 100% militarized management or a true military style, they are determined to kill people and are merciless in their attacks. They do not have the means to kill with one blow, and sometimes they just send themselves to death.
Next came Shen Sanquan's skill in using daggers and knives. This made Yan Yuntian very satisfied and gratified. Shen Sanquan had already asked Ding Yuan for advice many times in Yuncheng, and later he even kept it in mind. The idea of ​​protecting his brothers and relatives was not given up under the pressure of Master Donglangtou and others. Now he came out with a sharp boning knife, and he was really good at it, especially after the last trick, he actually quickly faced it The wooden stake behind him knocked the flying knife away. The boning knife was extremely sharp and stuck firmly on the wooden stake behind without any shaking.
"Three punches, it won't be long before you catch up with Xiao Qi!" Yan Yuntian said with a smile.
Shen Sanquan smiled sheepishly. He knew that his knife-throwing skills were far behind Xiao Qi's, but this was the envy of Lin Keren, a young girl from far away in Lampang. Shen Sanquan didn't know that Lin Keren was playing with the dagger desperately like him at this moment, but the effect was horrific.
"Three punches, hands and feet, you still need more practice. You can basically pass the knife aspect. Now I have to teach you another thing. You must learn it carefully, and you must learn it well!"
"What is it?" Shen Sanquan couldn't help but ask.
"gun!"
"Gun?" Shen Sanquan would never have imagined that he would actually get involved with this thing.
"You must learn three punches and guns well. No matter how powerful you are, you still can't stop a bullet. You must keep this in mind. To survive in this place, I'm afraid you are just a **-year-old child." Everyone understands the importance of guns. In Myanmar and Vietnam, children aged fourteen or fifteen can already skillfully disassemble guns and use them freely. They are more professional than some so-called soldiers." At this point, Yan Yuntian's face changed. There was a hint of sadness in his mind. At the age of six, he himself was walking around with a submachine gun on his back. He was born with a keen eye for guns and was unique in this regard. If the whole village hadn't been destroyed that year, Yan Yan would be the current one. Yuntian will definitely not appear here, and his name will definitely still be that Li Ah Shang, the heir to a Vietnamese arms family.
It was all because of that group of Chinese people. Although Yan Yuntian had never seen their appearance, he could not forget what happened that day. His father and mother were beaten into sieves, blood flowed all over the floor, and the entire village was covered with blood. They killed them all, leaving only him alive. The cruel methods of these devils made everyone angry. Yan Yuntian shouted in his heart more than once that he must find those people and take revenge.
"Brother Yuntian, Brother Yuntian!" Looking at Yan Yuntian who was a little dazed, Shen Sanquan couldn't help but shout a few words.
At this time, Yan Yunfei also came out of the room, shouting that it was time to have breakfast.
Now there are only Shen Sanquan and three others in this place. Yan Yunhai is injured at the King of Hell's Night Supper, and Yan Xiaoqi is accompanying Wu Jinyao in Yuncheng. The other three are dealing with arms dealers from various places under the arrangement of Yan Yuntian. However, this alliance meeting is very important, and Yan Yuntian also brought them information, and they must be back within half a month.
The rice was cooked by Yan Yunfei, and it was not on the same level as Fatty Long. However, Shen Sanquan still ate three large bowls quickly. He exercised hard early in the morning and naturally needed to replenish a certain amount of physical strength. Moreover, Yan Yuntian also said that after dinner, he would formally teach him how to practice firearms.
Driving a shabby BisanWun, Yan Yuntian and Yan Yunfei took Shen Sanquan to a remote mountain col. It was not very far from Niujia Village, and the distance from BisanWun was only half the distance. It took about an hour, but the road was full of potholes and very difficult to walk. Fortunately, the weather in Changsheng has been dry these past few days, so the road surface was relatively passable.
This place is where the Yan family's boys practice their marksmanship. It is very spacious and there are no disturbing people nearby. A section of wall appears in front of Shen Sanquan. In front, Yan Yuntian has prepared several gun targets. , there is a round fist-sized point in the middle, which is prepared for Shen Sanquan, and the center of the target they are shooting at is only as big as a ring.
Yan Yuntian took out a gun from the car. For a tycoon like him who is engaged in the arms business, guns are simply ordinary and extremely ordinary things.
A total of ten guns of different lengths were thrown on the ground. Yan Yuntian then took out the bullets from the car. While installing them, he explained everything to Shen Sanquan. The first was the structure of the guns. What he wanted to do to the poor farmer Shen Sanquan It was an eye-opener for him. In Nangang Village, he had also played with guns in the real sense and believed in blunderbuss, but compared with what he saw before him, he was really poor.
Yan Yunfei chose a pistol himself, held it delicately and compactly in his hand, rotated it a few times, quickly inserted the bullet, pointed it at the target in front, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of 'bang bang' is endless.
Yan Yuntian watched him finish the shot and smiled, "Yunfei, one shot missed. You need more practice."
Yan Yunfei smiled and shook his head, "I'm still not good at marksmanship. Among our brothers, Xiaoqi and I are probably the worst. But that kid is better than me. He doesn't have a gun but a knife." , his knife may not be weaker than the bullets shot by others."
"Don't say it yet. When you say it, I miss him a little bit." Yan Yuntian picked out a spear from the ground, weighed it in his hand a few times, and put it in Shen Sanquan's hand. " How does it feel?"
Shen Sanquan curled his lips, "It's okay, I feel pretty good!"
This surprised Yan Yuntian. In his impression, Shen Sanquan should not have had much contact with guns. Now that he is good at it, it is already very good. With more training in the future, Yan Yuntian believes that Shen Sanquan has not had much contact with guns. Three punches can do better.
Taking it from Shen Sanquan, Yan Yuntian began to explain the best, "Sanquan, this gun is called ak47. It was designed by a designer in the Soviet Union. It is the most frequently used gun on the battlefield today. This kind, but in this Golden Triangle where resources are scarce, it is a rare item, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. It is easy to use, has strong lethality, and is a type of micro-charge, a popular favorite item. "
Yan Yuntian once again explained a few essentials, loaded the magazine, pulled the bolt of the gun, and said to the target in front: "Look carefully, the butt of the gun should be pressed tightly against the shoulder, and the eyes should follow the gun accurately. The target is in line, your hand needs to remain stable, and the next action is to pull the trigger."
Just after he finished speaking, the guy squatted down and pulled the trigger hard. The muzzle of the AK47 made a clicking sound, spurted out terrifying tongues of flame, and hit the target crazily. When 30 rounds of bullets were fired, A big hole had been blasted out of the wooden target in front, and wood chips were flying everywhere.
Yan Yuntian stopped and threw the gun to Shen Sanquan, "You have seen the steps I taught you clearly. Demonstrate it to me again!"
Shen Sanquan was a little nervous, gently stroking the hot barrel, and slowly grabbed the magazine on the ground.
"Three punches, you will inevitably be a little nervous the first time, relax and take your time!"
Shen Sanquan nodded, quickly put the magazine in, pulled the gun bolt fiercely, squatted down, and aimed carefully. Suddenly she seemed to feel uncomfortable again and stood up, "Brother Yuntian, I want to stand With."
"Whatever you want, remember, the butt of the gun must be tightly attached. This is very important!"
A trace of confidence flashed across Shen Sanquan's resolute face. He raised the AK47 and looked resolutely forward. The red dot in the distance slowly became clearer under his gaze.
This was the first time he used a regular gun. Shen Sanquan's palms were all covered with sweat. He put down the gun again and kept wiping it on his chest with his hands, which made Yan Yunfei laugh. But this was It is human nature, everyone has experienced the first time nervousness.
When the sweat on his palms was absorbed by his clothes, Shen Sanquan took a deep breath, raised the AK, placed the butt of the gun tightly under his right shoulder, slowly put his finger on the trigger, and looked closely into the distance. Bullseye everywhere.
"Three punches, relax, you can do it!" Yan Yuntian said involuntarily from the side.
'Tutu, tutu...' Shen Sanquan decisively pulled the trigger, and the fierce tongue of fire roared out under his control. Yan Yuntian looked at the little farmer in front of him, with a resolute face and half-closed eyes, methodical. The movements were done in one go, and the movements between the fingers were very sensitive. Looking at the wooden target, the entire target was blasted into an extremely dazzling hole, even a little smaller than my own.
Yan Yunfei stood aside with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.
Yan Yuntian also looked at Shen Sanquan with a strange look. After the bullets were fired, Shen Sanquan finally slowly put down the ak and asked: "Brother Yuntian, how are you doing?"
The two of them shouted in unison, "Three punches, you are really a fucking genius!" dd