"Brother, why are you looking at me like that?" Jia Zheng asked confused.
Jia Changji said sternly: "No one will think you are mute if you don't speak!" Now he could see that if this was not the headquarters shooting range, Feren would never let him go so easily.
Logically speaking, as brothers, they would have no problem carrying guns at any time, but Chief Jia had a terrifying intuition that facing a desperate situation on the battlefield, a gun might not be able to control Faerun.
Once this intuition arises, it grows wildly like weeds and can no longer be contained. Chief Jia's gaze towards Feilun becomes more and more wary.
Damn it, where did the second brother provoke such a strong man? Chang Jia held his injured hand and had countless thoughts in his mind. However, he sadly discovered that when someone used the title of "anti-terrorist hero" to offset his
When the family aura was around, the status of a strong soldier that he had always been proud of was nothing in front of others.
The more Mr. Jia thought about it, the worse he got. He started sweating coldly as he thought about it. Nie Bin who was standing next to him saw that Mr. Jia was in a bad mood, so he quickly touched him and reminded him: "Brother Chang, you are over the top!"
As soon as the words came out, Jia Chang looked at his injured hand blankly, and then he suddenly realized that the fact that Feilun pinched his hand bones and then let him go was really a huge shadow, which actually made him unaware.
I felt like I was in a daze.
Thinking of this, Jia Chang returned to normal, but there was a hint of fear buried deep in his heart.
At this time, Fei Lunlang laughed and said: "Old Xiao, didn't you say you'd like to invite me to target practice? Hurry up!" After a pause, he looked at Jia Chang again and said: "Hey, Mr. Jia, are you coming?
Let's shoot together!" As he spoke, it seemed as if he didn't take Jia Zheng's provocation to heart at all.
Jia Zheng felt Feilun's contempt. He immediately disobeyed Chief Jia's instructions and spoke: "Brother, you hurt your hand. Don't listen to him!"
Feilun heard the words and said with a joking smile: "Jia, it seems that your brother is really a dandy! Can't you shoot if you have a wounded hand? On the battlefield, if you have a wounded hand, the enemy will not shoot at you.
Is that so? What a joke!”
These words made the three soldiers, Xiao Zhonghua, Jia Chang and Nie Bin, all shudder. For no other reason than that before Feilun spoke, the three of them seemed to have selectively forgotten this point. Then, the three of them suddenly realized
The atmosphere or aura at the scene was unknowingly controlled by Faerun. They had never encountered such a ridiculous and bizarre thing in the army.
However, the three girls were more careless, as if they were not affected by Faerun at all. Zhou Yan said: "Okay, I just want to see Brother Lun's marksmanship!"
Xiao Xuan echoed: "Me too!" She said, bumping Feilun's shoulder, "We are peers. We can also compare notes!"
"That's great. I can just worship the winner among you as my teacher!" Xia Erlan joked.
Hearing this, Feilun muttered: "I have no interest in accepting a disciple like you."
Xia Erlan was stunned when he heard this, and then both he and Xiao Xuan reacted, saying in unison: "What do you mean? It seems like you are sure to win!"
"Of course I will win!" Fearon said firmly.
Hearing this, Xiao Zhonghua, who had been fighting on the front line of espionage, suddenly recalled the secret investigation data he had seen after his life was saved by Feilun and he returned to the capital. One of them was the rumor that Feilun had fired a gun while handling the case...
...The bullet kills the enemy in a corner, is this true? Although he thought about it, but glanced at the Jia brothers beside him, Xiao Zhonghua did not declare it. He only said: "Alan, since you are interested, then let's fight
How many rounds does it cost?" As he said that, he took out his encrypted mobile phone and called the guard, asking him to help him get some ammunition.
Feilun didn't feel sorry for himself. Instead, he glanced at Jia Chang's injured hand and muttered: "Jia, you should feel lucky. At least I didn't use any special technique when I squeezed your hand. Otherwise, your hand would have healed."
No more guns!"
When Jia Chang heard this, his heart was awe-inspiring, but he also breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. Jia Zheng was different. After listening to Feilun's words, he immediately came to his brother's side, held his injured hand and said, "Brother, let's hurry up."
Go to the military hospital!" As he spoke, he glared at Feilun.
Feilun said disapprovingly: "Why are you glaring at me? If you didn't draw your gun in public that day, there would be nothing like this today!" This seemed like an excuse, but everyone could tell that Feilun was ridiculing.
Jia Zheng's ability to cause trouble is worse than that of Jia's tutor. Fortunately, Feilun hates using the word "tutor" to talk about things, so he can keep his reputation.
In fact, from Feren's point of view, tutoring is like a university. You don't see how many guys who came from famous universities ended up in jail and became prisoners. This is not because the universities teach poorly, but because some people do it themselves.
It was just a mistake.
However, Jia Zheng, who is mentally disabled, certainly couldn't understand Feilun's roundabout sarcasm, and only said: "It's your turn as an outsider to comment on the matter between our two brothers!"
Hearing this, Feilun was immediately amused. He spread his hands and said, "Did I comment?"
"you……"
Jia Zheng was still waiting to speak, but Chief Jia was the first to scold him: "Shut up!"
Listening to his eldest brother's stern tone, Jia Zheng knew that Chief Jia might be really angry, so he immediately became silent and did not dare to speak randomly again.
Nie Bin glanced at Jia Zheng, who was cautious, and then at Feilun, who was chatting with the three girls. He took the initiative to approach Jia Zheng and said: "Brother Chang, if you don't want to go to the hospital now, I will order bone-setting surgery."
Let me help you take a look here first!"
Jia Chang had already known that Nie Bin knew the bone-setting method passed down from his ancestors, so he didn't show any pretense at the moment and held out his injured hand for him to see.
By the time the guard delivered the bullets, Jia Chang's hand had already been bandaged with the help of Nie Bin. Fearon did not comment on this, but instead took the lead to the back of the off-road vehicle driven by the guard, raised the rear door and picked out the
Weapons come.
It has to be said that Xiao Zhonghua is quite popular at the headquarters. The firearms brought by the guards include both long and short ones. However, in an open-air shooting range, it is natural to shoot with a long gun to be powerful, so Feilun picked it casually.
He took the 95, made a few gestures, and complained: "The overall condition of the gun is not bad, but the machine spring is a bit loose and the accuracy is a bit off!"
Hearing this, Xiao Zhonghua sweated profusely and thought to himself: You still say that the gun is in good condition? There is nothing wrong with it, right? But after thinking about it, he said: "There should be more than one 95, right? You can just pick something else."
?" After saying that, he also walked behind the car, picked up another 95 and tried it, but found that the one in his hand had more problems. Although they were all very small problems, together they would probably cause him to be beaten out.
The bullets can miss the target.
Xiao Zhonghua, who did not believe in evil, changed several 95s in a row, and found that each gun had more or less problems of one kind or another, and was not as good as the one in Feilun's hand.
After realizing this, Xiao Zhonghua's look at Feilun completely changed. He didn't expect that Feilun was not only good at fighting and wrestling, but he was also good at firearms. It seems that the last rescue in the South China Sea was not a coincidence of Feilun's recklessness.
This is an act of boldness by a skilled person.
Feilun was a little embarrassed by Xiao Zhonghua's burning eyes, and finally couldn't help but said: "Ahem, Lao Xiao, I'm not interested in using men's back door!"
Xiao Zhonghua was stunned, and then slapped Feilun on the shoulder: "Fuck you, what are you thinking about!"
Feilun said with a scared look: "I'm not thinking blindly. You must know that you are a soldier."
"What happened to the soldiers?"
When Feilun heard this, he wanted to explain a little and then joke about it, but Xiao Xuan was the first to say: "Brother, haven't you heard that after three and a half years in the army, a sow competes with Diao Chan? Maybe even..."
Xiao Zhonghua glared and said, "Maybe what? That's nonsense!"
Seeing that he was showing signs of getting angry, Feilun quickly comforted him: "Okay, okay, Lao Xiao, that's what I told Sister Xuan, and you still take it seriously!"
"It won't work even if you say it!" Xiao Zhonghua said displeased.
"Then don't talk about it, let's shoot!" With that said, Ferran took out two magazines and went to the shooting stand.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhonghua and the three girls quickly picked up their guns and followed them to the shooting stand. Of course, Xia Erlan did not understand firearms, so her beloved brother-in-law naturally picked out her guns.
Not to be outdone, the Jia brothers took Nie Bin and the long guns they had put aside before and arrived at the front of the shooting platform.
In fact, the shooting platform at the headquarters shooting range is divided into two types: standing type and prone type. Generally speaking, most people in the military practice rifles and long guns, and most shooting postures are prone, so the prone type has long been used.
Being suppressed by the trainers coming and going, the place was barren, bare, and even so dry that it was covered in dust. It was really not suitable for Feren and the others who were wearing casual clothes.
What's more, with Feilun's marksmanship, there was no need to lie down, so he took the gun to the side of the standing shooting platform, held the gun with one hand in his left hand, took aim at the target, and said: "This should be a two-hundred-meter target, right?
"
"Yes, if it's too far for you, I can have someone pull the rake to a hundred meters..."
Before Feilun heard this, Jia Zheng's annoying voice intervened: "No, Brother Xiao, these two hundred-meter targets are the basis for strong soldiers in the army. If you adjust them closer, it won't be my brother."
His name!"
When Feilun heard this, he pretended not to know and muttered: "Strong soldiers? How strong? Is it stronger than the special forces?"
"My brother is a special soldier!" Jia Zheng said proudly.
"Then you're so impulsive, asking someone to shake hands without understanding the situation?" Feilun scoffed.
Jia Chang, who was about to choose a gun, hesitated when he heard the words, and realized that he had really violated the taboo of the special forces. He rashly stepped forward for his younger brother without "knowing the enemy", and ended up with a broken end.
Jia Zheng didn't know that his eldest brother was introspecting, so he pretended to be contemptuous and said: "Why don't you have stronger hand strength? There is something great about it. In the army, knowing this is the way to go!" As he said that, he gestured with a [gun].
gesture.
Feilun looked amused and said, "If your eldest brother's hand strength and marksmanship are not as good as mine, then what's the point?"
"This is impossible!" Jia Zheng retorted subconsciously, but when he thought about it, he didn't dare to be as sure as when he first met Feilun...