During the observation process, Qin Yuan glanced at the fixed and moving targets from time to time. The moving targets were deliberately set in irregular curve trajectories. Sometimes they were too fast to catch, and sometimes they were deliberately slow, testing the patience and accuracy of the recruits.
At this time, his eyes turned to the middle of the field, which was a neglected area. Moving targets occasionally appeared suddenly from there, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The recruits are becoming more cautious in this environment. They need to do their best to confirm the target's location before pulling the trigger.
The weak light cast shadows on their foreheads, making their faces more nervous and focused. The breathing among the recruits became heavier and heavier. The physiological reaction caused by this high pressure was expected by Qin Yuan.
As they adapted to the shooting environment in the darkness one by one, Qin Yuan's eyes never left them. The cold wind kept passing by, making everyone feel a biting chill, but this environment was carefully set by Qin Yuan.
On the battlefield, there are no comfortable conditions and every detail must be taken into consideration.
The recruits did not start shooting immediately. They understood that they needed to be cautious every time they pulled the trigger. Qin Yuan observed that one recruit had been gently shaking the gun in his hand, trying to find the best balance point.
He nodded silently. This kind of delicate adjustment was exactly what he expected. Another recruit next to him was adjusting his breathing frequently. This was obviously an attempt to calm down his inner tension.
Qin Yuan looked at the performance of the new recruits. Their considerations were reasonable. As long as they survived this night, their psychological quality would be greatly improved.
He stepped forward and said in a low but firm voice: "Everyone, don't forget that what you are facing now is just a target, and on a real battlefield, the enemy will not give you so much time."
During the training break, Qin Yuan personally stepped forward and demonstrated how to maintain a stable shooting posture under such harsh conditions. He knelt on one knee, aimed at a fast-moving target, and breathed steadily and rhythmically.
Under the gaze of the recruits, he steadily pulled the trigger. At that moment, time seemed to be frozen. The target shattered in response, and a trace of admiration flashed in the eyes of the recruits.
"Look." Qin Yuan stood up and put the gun back on his shoulder, "Breathing control and posture stability are very important. Remember, don't rush for success. Every movement must have its own rhythm."
Next, the recruits each looked for targets and started a new round of shooting. Qin Yuan watched closely. He noticed that the recruit who had been adjusting his breathing seemed particularly focused this time.
His movements became swift and neat, one shot after another, as if the previous tension was released at this moment.
As the training entered an intense stage, Qin Yuan walked among the new recruits and observed their every move. He adjusted their postures and corrected their gun holding methods from time to time.
Qin Yuan noticed that one of the recruits' shooting was still not accurate enough. He quietly stood behind the recruit, observed carefully and discovered the problem.
Gently patting the recruit's shoulder, Qin Yuan whispered: "Don't worry about the trembling hands, focus on the target."
After speaking, he straightened the recruit's hand and pressed the butt of the gun hard to help him find a more stable holding angle.
The cold wind once again swept across the training ground, and the recruits' sweat cooled rapidly in the icy air. However, no one flinched. Although their breathing was heavier and faster, the tenacity in their eyes became brighter.
The training continued, and Qin Yuan carefully observed each recruit behind him. As the night grew darker, the lights around the shooting range began to flicker, adding a touch of uneasiness to the originally tense environment.
The moving target in the center of the field suddenly appeared again, leaving an afterimage in the darkness with a sharp sound. Several recruits immediately increased their vigilance and quickly adjusted the aim of their guns.
Some people's hands trembled slightly, and the bullets whizzed past the edge of the target and disappeared into the darkness in the distance; others were calm and composed, and the bullets hit the bull's-eye, making a crisp cracking sound.
Qin Yuan silently observed behind the recruits. His breathing became slow and strong in response to the tense atmosphere. This was an instinct that had been honed on the battlefield.
In his eyes, every shot is a milestone in the recruits' growth, and every bullet is proof that they challenge themselves.
After a recruit adjusted his posture, he decisively pulled the trigger. The bullet almost flew past the target. Although he failed to hit the target, he smiled with satisfaction at his progress. Qin Yuan noticed this and felt in his heart
Nodding secretly.
Qin Yuan continued to inspect each recruit, paying attention to their subtle changes. As the training gradually deepened, he saw more recruits gradually overcome their initial nervousness and anxiety and began to show their potential shooting abilities.
Walk behind a recruit again, bend down and tilt slightly, smoothly and naturally entering the recruit's line of sight, so as not to disturb his already adjusted aiming action.
"You can move your left hand a little further forward, which will make it more stable." He demonstrated softly, slowly placing his hand on the recruit's hand to guide him to find a better angle, "Also, your eyes are important.
Stick the sight on and don't let any light distract you."
Scanning the entire training ground, his eyes kept switching between the fast-moving targets and the new recruits, capturing every tiny movement.
When most of the recruits had entered the state, the atmosphere on the shooting range became silent and tense. Only the occasional flashing lights and gunshots broke the silence. Qin Yuan continued to follow their steps, constantly adjusting their postures and grips.
gun mode.
Watching the new recruits gradually enter the state, a trace of relief flashed in their eyes. Every recruit is the hope of the future battlefield. Although they still have many shortcomings, under this rigorous training, they will slowly hone their tenacity.
will and superb skills.
The recruits gradually found their own rhythm in the dark environment, and their shooting movements became more and more proficient. The sudden appearance of moving targets could no longer easily disrupt their positions.
Qin Yuan knew very well that one meal could not make him fat. In his opinion, it was quite difficult for these recruits who were able to achieve this level for the first time under his guidance. After all, not everyone has unparalleled talent.
After several hours of training, everyone's hands were already a little stiff. This was because they had maintained the same movement for too long.
"gather!"
Suddenly, Qin Yuan's voice sounded in the darkness, and everyone subconsciously began to gather after hearing the order.
Although the surrounding environment was still very dim, the speed at which they gathered was beyond imagination. I don't know whether it was because they had adapted to such an environment, or because of something else.
After gathering everyone together, Qin Yuan first expressed his approval of their training results, and then began to point out the shortcomings.
What he is talking about now is basically a problem that most people will have subconsciously. It is not really a big mistake, but if they don't change, it may affect their training effect.
"I found that most of you have a habit of subconsciously adjusting your body. I'm not saying that your habit is wrong, but in my opinion, when you make a shooting posture, you should already maintain it.
The best posture, too frequent adjustments can only mean that you are not better integrated into the environment..."
Listening to what Qin Yuan said, the recruits were all reminiscing. If they didn't think about it carefully, they wouldn't know it. Now that Qin Yuan said this, they all realized that they had indeed done this.
After about ten minutes, Qin Yuan had finished what he needed to say and let them train freely. He thought that after tonight, their level should be improved a lot.
Qin Yuan walked leisurely on the training ground, observing the movements of each recruit with sharp eyes. Although he had been training freely, his presence obviously made everyone more vigilant and serious. Every recruit hoped to
Show your best self in front of this strict but experienced instructor.
The breathing of the recruits became clearer in the night, and every movement was carried with great concentration and seriousness. Qin Yuan stood in the center of the training ground, pacing slowly, and the notebook in his hand made a page-turning sound from time to time.
sound.
A recruit was staring at the target with his finger ready to pull the trigger. Qin Yuan walked behind him calmly, slightly adjusted the recruit's stance, and then changed the recruit's posture with just one hand.
Shoulder position.
The movements are slight and precise. If there are any bystanders, they can only see the new recruit's movements becoming smoother and more natural.
"How do you feel?" Qin Yuan asked in a low voice.
"Well, I'm not used to it, but I feel a little more comfortable." The recruit replied nervously.
"Remember this feeling, not all adjustments are bad, but they must be purposeful." Qin Yuan patted his shoulder and walked away.
Continuing to patrol the training ground, he noticed that another group of recruits were undergoing multi-angle shooting training. He observed for a moment and found that the muzzles of these recruits were slightly skewed. Apparently, they had not fully grasped the center of gravity and balance of the guns.
He approached them lightly, silently adjusted their gun-holding postures, and gave them appropriate guidance and corrections.
During the free training, the recruits continued to try to correct the problems that Qin Yuan just pointed out. Each recruit's eyes were focused and steady, and their gunshots rang out regularly, echoing in the vast training ground.
Qin Yuan occasionally stopped to carefully observe the performance of a certain recruit, and then recorded the observations in his notebook. His judgment was not only strict, but also very meticulous.
Time passed quietly, and the starlight was gradually replaced by the morning light. Qin Yuan stood on a high place, overlooking the entire field, and the training of the new recruits was gradually coming to an end.
After circling the field, Qin Yuan returned to the center of the training ground and waved to all the recruits present. Everyone quickly stopped what they were doing and gathered neatly in front of him. A new day had begun, and their training also required
Make new adjustments.
"Yesterday's training performance was good." Qin Yuan said with a hint of recognition in his tone, "But there are still many areas that need improvement. Remember, every detail may determine your life or death."
After a day and night of training, Qin Yuan knew that everyone was tired. In fact, he was tired too, but he was just used to this high-intensity life.
He gave these recruits a day's rest. During this day, he would change his next plan based on the results of the training.
When he woke up, it was already afternoon, and Qin Yuan thought of letting these new recruits compete with other teams in the army.
The content of the competition is naturally shooting. This can not only see the effect of special training more clearly, but also let others know the progress of these recruits.
Thinking of this, Qin Yuan immediately went to find someone to discuss it, but the other instructors in the army were not willing to compete at all.
How don't they know Qin Yuan's teaching level? If they agree, they are just making themselves unhappy.
It might even make your soldiers lose their self-confidence. This is a thankless task, and no one would be willing to do it.
However, Qin Yuan kept talking and said that this was also a spur to others. In short, he had to say everything before someone finally agreed.
In the evening, Qin Yuan came to a certain recruit's dormitory, told them the news, and asked them to inform others to prepare.
"What? The instructor wants us to have a shooting competition with others? Is this true?"
"Of course it's true. The instructor came here personally to inform us. We should all be prepared. If we lose, we already know the result."
Soon, everyone was informed. They were nervous but also a little expectant and curious. They just had a shooting training for one night. Can they really be better than others?
However, what they didn't know was that the previous physical training was also closely related to yesterday's shooting training.
If it weren't for the previous training, they wouldn't have been able to calm down quickly under the interference of various sounds yesterday, let alone maintain the same position for shooting for such a long time.
Qin Yuan did not tell them these words because he felt it was unnecessary. He would naturally know it when the actual battle came.
In this tense mood, it soon came time for the competition. The two teams stood face to face, slightly better than the other in terms of momentum.
"I heard that you have only been training with Instructor Qin for a period of time. Maybe you can beat us, but I don't believe you can gain too much advantage!"
The person who spoke was the best shooter in the opposing team, named Sun Rong. Naturally, he had the confidence to say this.
Due to family reasons, he has been exposed to guns since he was a child. Although he has not actually used guns for a long time, he definitely has an advantage over most other people present.
Although he knew a lot about Qin Yuan, he still didn't believe that even if there were one or two talented young people among these people, it would be impossible for him to lose all his confidence in such a short period of time.