"Master, can you put your so-called protected animals aside and continue our competition first?" Yu Xiancheng suppressed the anger in his heart at being played, and tried to remain calm as he said every word.
Without looking at the blush on Yu Xiancheng's handsome fair face due to constant anger, just looking at the sudden bulge of veins on the back of his fair hand holding the gun, Liu Lang knew that if he continued to flirt with his young master, the young master would
It's very possible to point a gun at your nose and make yourself go crazy.
He didn't take himself as the leader seriously before letting him see his strength.
It has to be said that both the master and the father lack sufficient humor. Regarding this, they both have to learn from themselves.
"Okay!" Liu Lang shrugged indifferently.
Yu Xiancheng sneered. Seeing Liu Lang's behavior as a promiscuous young man, let alone shooting a bird, even if he could get a piece of bird feathers, Yu Xiancheng would follow his lead and never talk to him again.
"You guys, hurry up and run a few laps in the woods for me." Liu Lang lazily picked up the gun and leaned it on his shoulder, and ordered a few soldiers standing not far away.
Without waiting for the soldiers to take the order, the dozen or so soldiers closest to Liu Lang's gun were like frightened rabbits, taking the initiative to carry out the order of the regiment leader. The leader of the regiment looked very cool carrying the gun, but in case of misfire
What? They are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for several years. When faced with a gun, their minds spin faster than windmills.
The ones that rotated slowly were all lying in the dirt.
This is the group seat...
This is to save bullets!
The soldiers bared their teeth and gave the top officer an excuse. Although it was much lower grade than Commander Yu's cool move that shot the flying birds away, or in modern terms, it was a lot lower, but the victory of the group was that it was safe.
, at least not a single bullet was wasted, right?
"Oh, so are the members of the group. These hands are not as beautiful as Chief Yu's!" Mao Mao was so annoyed that he wanted to rush up to remind Liu Lang that he couldn't say that he was too weak from the beginning!
"What do you know, little brat?" Lao Hou, who was standing on one side, rarely stood on Liu Lang's side. After scolding the kitten, Lao Hou turned to Ji Yanxue, who had a weird face and could not see any emotion or anger.
He said with an apologetic smile: "Young Master is a high-ranking official, and his personality is naturally calm. We feel at ease when we follow such a commander! Don't you think so, Commander Ji?"
The bet is already a sure win, but the commander cannot be offended! Naturally, Laohou has to make good news, otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with the confused commander Ji!
"Oh? Do you think the leader has a calm personality?" Ji Yanxue asked with a half-smile as she looked at the veteran ruffian in front of her who was very good at finding the good points in people.
"Of course, you see, the tuanzuo is not fancy at all. In this regard, Commander Yu is not as good as the tuanzuo. That shot that scares the birds away looks cool, but what a waste of a bullet! Forward
If you dare to waste so much after being on the battlefield for several months, you have to love smoking." Lao Hou nodded and said firmly.
How dare this old monkey flatter him? A group of soldiers were stunned.
"Well, I think you're right." Ji Yanxue nodded seriously, as if she was afraid that Lao Hou wouldn't understand and added another sentence: "Liu Lang never wastes bullets."
My mother, this girl was seduced away by the fat captain, and Lao Hou couldn't laugh or cry. It's really rare for flattery to be accepted so openly and aboveboard.
As soon as the soldiers got together in the woods, the birds that had just fallen were frightened and flew up from the woods again, circling in the sky.
"Have you seen that sparrow? That thing is a scourge. Let's use it to drink wine today." Liu Lang raised his lips to the sky.
Yu Xiancheng had a cold face and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The two unknown large birds just now are about fifty or sixty centimeters long, and their wings are about the same size as a domestic goose. At that, they are about the same size as an egg a hundred meters away. Are you talking to me about sparrows?
Can you see it?
Seeing that the young master was silent, Liu Lang chuckled, raised the gun with both hands, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, stood with his feet in an even position, leaned forward slightly at the waist, and aimed his eyes at the target.
Yu Xiancheng was stunned for a moment. Liu Lang's shooting posture was very strange. But Yu Xiancheng had an illusion in his heart that even he thought was absurd. He might lose.
Of course Liu Lang didn't have time to tell him that this was the most scientific clay pigeon shooting posture determined by later sports scientists after decades of research. In fact, it was also the posture of athletes in the flying saucer shooting competition that everyone could see in the Olympic Games in later generations.
Shooting stance.
When preparing, the body leans forward with the center of gravity forward. This is to facilitate the shooter to track the target and shoot after the target appears, and to prevent the upper body from falling backward due to recoil after the first shot, affecting the second shot.
Archers often adopt a crouching posture with their knees bent to allow them to turn flexibly and catch two disc targets flying in different directions at the same time in a timely manner.
Liu Lang also participated in the National Games shooting competition on behalf of the three million People's Liberation Army, so it was natural for him to adopt such a competitive shooting posture. After all, this is not a battlefield where life and death must be determined.
It's just that the flying speed of the Olympic disc target is about 70 kilometers per hour, which is much faster than the speed of ordinary flying birds. However, Liu Lang used a rifle, which was more difficult than the shotgun used in the Olympic competition.
He just needs to let the young master and the old lieutenants know that they are just weak chickens in front of the real masters, even if it is just a competition.
If it were the Liu Lang of later generations, Liu Lang would really not have the confidence to use such an old gun without a scope to aim at a sparrow flying up and down to achieve the desired effect. But in the past two months, Liu Lang has
I am becoming more and more familiar with this body, and I can even call it satisfactory. The fat man has a lot of fat, but he is surprisingly flexible. Coupled with Fat Liu Lang's super eyesight, Liu Lang's marksmanship is even better than that of the seventy-year-old.
The Blade of the Republic will be two points stronger in the next year.
Liu Lang even felt that if he trained according to the methods of later generations for a few years, if God got mad and made him go back in time again, he would be able to beat the teeth of those who once ranked above him, no matter it was
Marksmanship or close combat.
Of course, now I can only operate on the handsome young master first.
Before anyone else could think too much about Liu Lang's weird shooting posture, Liu Lang fired five shots in a row with "Bang...Bang...", and the speed was a few minutes faster than Yu Xiancheng's.
The five bullets in it were all empty.
The shooting speed is awesome, but the marksmanship is really hard to say.
With everyone's expressions obviously showing toothache, the group of soldiers who had not yet left the woods began to search for the results of Master Danzao's battle.