Zheng Guorong led Robin Hood to a building in the east, then took out a card from his pocket and lightly swiped the electronic door, and the heavy electronic door automatically opened on both sides.
Zheng Guorong raised his chin: "There is a shooting range inside, come in with me!"
Robin Hood felt a little surprised. He didn't expect that the gray brick building with a rustic appearance turned out to be a modern indoor shooting range. When he walked into the shooting range, there were at least a dozen soldiers practicing shooting inside. Each of them looked focused and had a nine-foot posture.
Standing upright in Shidu, wearing a headset, raising his right arm flat, holding a Type 92 5.8 mm pistol tightly in his hand.
Following the instructor's order, more than a dozen soldiers pulled the triggers at the same time. The sound of gunfire was loud, just like setting off firecrackers, and it was very uncomfortable to irritate the eardrums without wearing sound-isolating headphones.
Each soldier is equipped with ten rounds of bullets. After they have fired ten rounds of bullets, this round of shooting practice is over. The circular gun targets are slowly transferred to the target from fifty meters away through automatic slide rails.
In front of each soldier, the electronic display automatically displays each person's shooting results.
The instructor was a dark-skinned strong man. He wore high-top military boots and a black camisole on his upper body, which tightened his muscle lines. He called out the young soldier who ranked last in shooting, with an expressionless face.
Di said coldly: "You, a thousand push-ups!"
The young soldier looked ashamed, and without saying a word, he came to the edge and began to do push-ups with a sigh of relief.
Seeing Zheng Guorong's arrival, the instructor walked over quickly and saluted Zheng Guorong with a military salute.
Zheng Guorong returned the military salute and said to the instructor: "This is Robin Hood. He came to us for ten days of restorative training!" At this point, Zheng Guorong turned to Robin Hood and introduced: "This is the shooting coach at the training base.
, Guo Feng! He has won many military shooting competition championships!"
Guo Feng stretched out his hand and shook Robin Hood's hand: "How about we play two games?"
Robin Hood smiled slightly: "Okay!"
Guo Feng snapped his fingers and asked the soldiers to bring Robin Hood a Type 92 pistol and a magazine.
"Do you need a headset?" Zheng Guorong asked.
Robin Hood shook his head: "Can you wear a headset when you go to the battlefield?" As he said that, he took the pistol and magazine and walked straight to the front of the shooting trajectory. Then he slid out the magazine and loaded the bullet skillfully. Bang bang,
Pushing the chamber and loading the bullet, the whole action is smooth and smooth, and it looks very cool.
I saw Robin Hood raising the pistol seemingly casually, squinting his left eye, and quickly pulling the trigger with his right index finger. In just a few seconds, all ten bullets flew out without any stagnation. Then he turned off the gun.
Turn off the safety and put down the pistol calmly.
Everyone was stunned. They stared at the shooting score on the electronic display screen in disbelief. Their eyes almost fell off. A bright red "99" was displayed on the electronic display screen. Ten rounds of bullets.
Scored 99 rings, what a terrible score!
Guo Feng looked at Robin Hood with an unprecedented amount of respect in his eyes.
"Okay, you're a good boy, and your skills are not lacking!" Zheng Guorong patted Robin Hood's shoulder approvingly.
Robin Hood shook his hand with a depressed look on his face: "Oh, after three years of neglect, my hand is a little raw!"
The soldiers looked at Robin Hood's leaving figure like an idol, their eyes full of deep admiration, and they almost didn't go up to ask for an autograph.
After Robin Hood left, Guo Feng took down the round gun target and looked at it. His pupils suddenly tightened, and then his mouth gradually turned into an O-shape. He couldn't help but gasp. On the round gun target
Surprisingly, there were only two bullet holes left, one bullet hole was at the ten-ring bull's-eye position, and the other bullet hole was slightly offset, just off the bull's-eye, and landed at the nine-ring position.
Ten rounds of bullets, a score of 99, and two bullet holes, which means that the nine bullets that hit the bullseye actually hit the same position accurately. What a terrible thing. What's even more terrible is
Yes, this guy Robin Hood even said that his hands were a bit raw. This... this guy is simply a fucking monster!
Guo Feng's always proud and conceited face actually showed a faint look of loneliness. He thought sadly that if Robin Hood was still in the game, he would definitely not be able to win the shooting championship. Even though he was very conceited about his marksmanship, he knew clearly that
, I will never be able to hit nine bullets at the same position accurately. I am afraid only a robot can do this.
