On New Year's Eve, Hua Jingyi was almost squeezed into a sandwich cookie by a certain excited young lieutenant.
Extremely warm hugs, inarticulate grunts, what's better...now...I'm going to cry...I'm in tears, and other crazy words, all coming out from the mouth of the most outstanding special forces soldier in the U.S. to disturb the people.
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If it hadn't been for Qin Mo's neat cover to wake him up, she and Xiaoxue would have had to welcome a half-crazy and half-stupid person to welcome the New Year.
After Xiaoxue came back, something was not quite right. However, her wrongness developed in a positive direction and was different from someone's mental illness.
After someone told the two top leaders in detail and in detail, Qin Mo and Hua Jingyi finally understood that this half-mad and half-foolish person was still a meritorious minister.
As for Xiaoxue, after experiencing the emotional turbulence, her body also had a natural and instinctive reaction. This reaction was quite comical, that is, sleeping...
While Hua Jingyi and the others sighed, speechless and choked, Gong Xue got into the warm bed and fell into a deep sleep...
As for what they said, she had no way of knowing while she was asleep. But when she woke up at noon the next day, she saw Hua Jingyi's extraordinarily gentle and compassionate eyes, lingering on her body.
When she didn't know how to respond, Gao Yuan appeared at the right time and rescued her.
He was in great spirits. He must have had a good sleep last night. They looked at each other and smiled. Gao Yuan stroked her fluffy hair and said, "Do you want to go shooting?"
Gong Xue's eyes instantly became brighter than the snow on the snow-capped mountains..
Target practice!
What a seductive word...
Gong Xue's wish since childhood was to touch a real gun and feel the unparalleled speed and passion of firearms...
"I'll be ready soon! Wait for me!" She grabbed a towel and went to the yard to wash her face. She looked completely different from the sleepy look before. Hua Jingyi punched Gao Yuan helplessly and pointed to the prepared meal, "You
solve!"
Although Gong Xue's mind had already gone to the shooting range, she still listened to Gao Yuan and slurped down bowls of rice and vegetables. Because Gao Yuan said, she wouldn't have the energy to hold a gun without eating...
Hua Jingyi also wanted to join in the fun, but Qin Mo had to go home to his room in the afternoon, so she had to wait at home and be a good wife.
Gao Yuan borrowed Team Qin's off-road vehicle and opened the door. Gong Xue found someone lying on the back seat. When the person saw her, he immediately smiled like a green flower in the army, "Xiaoxue, we meet again!"
This man was none other than Wang Feng, who was brought to work as a coolie on the plateau.
Why did you call him here? Because Wang Feng is forever the No. 1 among super snipers, no one else.
Gong Xue extended her hand in a friendly manner: "Hello, Brother Wang Feng." This title of "Big Brother" is very suitable, and the flowers on Wang Feng's face bloomed even more brightly.
Soon, Wang Feng became a little unable to withstand Gong Xue's series of questions. She seemed to be particularly interested in guns. From the army's old-fashioned Bayi-bar semi-automatic rifles and May 4th pistols to the new Type 92 pistols and 95
Type rifle, Type 85 sniper rifle and micro punch.
Wang Feng had been exposed to firearms knowledge before joining the army, and later became the ace sniper of the special forces. He had a deep understanding of firearms. But what surprised him was that Gong Xue, who had never fired a shot, seemed to have more skills than him.
She has a lot of professional information and can talk about many well-known foreign firearms with him in a clear and logical manner.
Wang Feng went from being careless at the beginning to being very interested in the later. In the end, he was sitting in the gap between the front and rear driving seats and Gong Xuebei animatedly pointing out the difference in recoil between the 85-type sniper rifle and the 88-type sniper rifle. The two of them had become professional riflemen.
fan..
Gao Yuan curled his lips, and from time to time he used his right hand to push the little girl's hair behind her ears, whose eyes were bright with excitement.
As if she didn't realize it, she would occasionally rub it along his fingers and brush away the itch on her cheeks.
In this way, Lieutenant Gaoyuan was ignored all the way to the shooting range with beautiful scenery.
When he suddenly braked, the two people who were immersed in the sea of firearms came back to their senses. Gong Xue looked outside, and suddenly a look of joy appeared on her face.
The place that best embodies the characteristics of the military camp is definitely the shooting range with the spirit of passionate competition. The shooting range of the special brigade has a quiet environment and a wide field of vision. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the water is beautiful, and the mountains are green, gathering the beautiful scenery of southern Xinjiang.
When I arrived here, my depressed mood suddenly became relieved, and the air was especially fresh and sweet. In this peaceful place, even if I do nothing, I will feel open-minded.
Wang Feng said that before he became a sniper, he spent two years at a shooting range. It was here that he honed his marksmanship, which gave him the opportunity to join the ranks of the special forces and get to know Gao Yuan, a good brother who shared life and death.
He said that the environment of the shooting range is good. In addition to shooting, when he is usually bored, he will come here to enjoy the mountain breeze, listen to the chirping of birds, smell the smell of grass, and see the Daqing Mountain. Walking around here makes him feel more.
Your worries will also be taken away by those quiet mountain breezes.
"The sunset is red and the mountains are flying... The soldiers are returning to the camp from target shooting... Returning to the camp... The colorful clouds on the horizon reflect smiling faces... Happy songs are flying all over the sky..."
Accompanied by the loud singing of the two soldiers, Gong Xue stepped into the door of the shooting range.
Wang Feng went to collect the gun and bullets with ease. Gao Yuan took Gong Xue for a walk by the shooting range. He pointed to the slogan on the target mountain and read to Gong Xue with a smile, "If you are a soldier without practicing martial arts, you are not a qualified soldier."
Gong Xue looked at him with a smile, "This martial arts refers to shooting." She gestured to aim, but the target was the plateau.
Gao Yuan flicked her straight nose and briefly introduced the rules of the shooting range to her, such as not walking around casually in the shooting range, absolutely obeying the command of the shooting range, and it is strictly forbidden to point the gun at people, etc.
Gong Xue took note of it carefully. She felt that this would not be her first time, nor would it be her last time touching a gun.
It is true that there are people in the DPRK who are easy to get things done.
Wang Feng, an ace sniper who was born in a shooting range, came to the rescue and brought the qsz92 5.8mm pistol and qbz95 5.8mm short assault rifle that Jida recently equipped.
After Gao Yuan saw it, his eyes lit up and he jumped with excitement.
That is the longing and joyful look of a good hunter when he encounters a good bow and arrow, Gong Xue understands.
Wang Feng said that shooting requires a calm mind, holding it steadily, clamping tightly, pulling the trigger unconsciously, and firing unconsciously. The most common problem for first-time shooters is not being able to clamp the gun tightly.
The second is closing your eyes when pulling the trigger. If these two problems exist at the same time, it is hard to say where the bullet will hit.
He handed the Type 92 pistol and bullets to Gong Xue, "Try?"