The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the valley. Wang Yaocheng held the gun steadily with both hands and fired. The bullets fired from the M16 assault rifle accurately hit the 100-meter half-body target, clearly showing a dense cluster of impact points like chrysanthemums.
The 15 rounds of bullets were generally above the eighth ring, which is an excellent result.
After firing a magazine in bursts, Wang Yaocheng put away his gun and stood up. He looked at the target paper with satisfaction and waited for the praise with his chest raised and his belly raised.
This guy's eyesight is particularly good. Although it is impossible to accurately calculate the number of shooting rings, he is still absolutely confident in hitting the target with his gun.
Applause rang out as expected, and other team members who had taken a break sat around, applauding enthusiastically to support their boss, and did not miss the opportunity to shout loudly;
"good!"
"well played."
"Fuck! It's unjust, let's do it again."
Wang Yaocheng immediately turned his head and looked for this ignorant guy in the crowd. He dared to question his boss and "do one more." Am I a showman?
Soon, his eyes were fixed on the lynx sitting on the stone. This guy was full of lean meat. He was very good at fighting in the jungle. He was able to dodge and move like a Huan Shao. He was a master of the Southern Bagua Swimming Palm.
"Lynx, go and set up the 150-meter and 200-meter gun targets for me, hurry up, everyone will be practicing soon."
"Boss, I..."
"Go quickly."
"oh."
The bobcat carried four wooden half-length targets dejectedly, holding the engineer shovel in his hand, and trotted off to work.
The retaliation came so quickly. Wang Yaocheng glanced at everyone with majestic eyes. When the others saw him looking over, their faces immediately became very serious and looked very respectful.
Wang Yaocheng was proud;
I can't cure you, little one.
On the shooting range, setting up gun targets is purely physical work. The long wooden half-length targets can only be carried up to four at a time, and a hole must be dug to bury them firmly at the end of the field.
When 13 people participated in the shooting training, they had to set up at least 30 wooden half-length targets, ranging from 100 meters, 150 meters, and 200 meters. They had to dig dozens of dirt pits back and forth.
Hey, Bobcat is so exhausted!
"Boss, good job. If you dare to provoke your superiors on the training ground, you must kick their butts with big leather boots." Instructor Harrison said in a loud voice.
"You mean...this includes me?"
"certainly."
"Fake!"
"Oh...thank you for the compliment!"
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Instructor Harrison walked up to Wang Yaocheng and said approvingly, "To be honest, your shooting talent surprised me. I didn't expect that after such intense training yesterday, you could still perform so well today. It's very good."
"Harrison, hold your chin as wide as a door panel and don't let it drop in shock. I am the legendary genius that is unique among all."
Harrison sneered: "Hmph... hum!"
"Swear to God, Harrison, if you had gone through extreme training, would your shooting performance have been so good the next day?"
Facing Wang Yaocheng's aggressive questioning, instructor Harrison thought carefully and shook his bald head. He really couldn't do this;
"Shooting is not my strong point, boss, we'd better talk about something else."
Wang Yaocheng felt secretly happy;
The real secret to a very fast body recovery lies in the bathtub. Can you believe it if you take a bath with dozens of Korean ginseng?
The world of rich people will never understand. This is completely beyond the understanding of Special Forces instructor Harrison, and this secret is not included in the training manual of Delta Force.
Even if you are as heroic as the American special forces, you can't afford a bath for several thousand dollars.
"Boss, the shooting is really beautiful. 15 bullets hit 126 rings, with an average of eight rings or more. The key is that the impact points are densely distributed. If it is shifted to the upper left, it will be truly perfect."
The lynx ran back panting and reported the good news in a very clumsy manner. It seemed that he had realized his mistake and was trying his best to make up for it.
"Well! You should study more and don't talk nonsense."
"I know I was wrong."
"Hmm! Then take two people to put up the other targets. Don't delay everyone's training."
"yes."
After finding the two unlucky ones, Bobcat took them to dig holes again with wooden targets on their backs. The three of them worked together to save a lot of distance, so the boss forgave them in disguise.
Hey! Who calls Bobcat a bitch?
"Wow..."
Harrison sneered at this: "A score of 8 or above on the 100-meter target is considered excellent, but what about the 150-meter and 200-meter targets? I think these guys should wake up. What is the cruel reality?"
Cambury, you are a shooting instructor, show your skills to these rookies and let them see."
"no problem."
"Slap them in the face, give it a try, they'll love it."
Camberley did not answer, but took action and walked over with a smile and a gun.
This guy is a smiling tiger, he looks harmless to both humans and animals, but he has killed more than a hundred people with his own hands.
Of course, these are all results achieved on the battlefield.
This group of escorts, including Nobita, can only be said to be unsatisfactory in terms of marksmanship, and none of them are particularly outstanding.
In fact, Wang Yaochen himself should be blamed for this.
When selecting bodyguards, he required strong martial arts and extraordinary skills, and it was best to be able to fight a group of people alone.
Therefore, the selected bodyguards were all very strong individually. In terms of one-on-one combat, the instructors including Harrison and Rebecca were no match and were completely defeated.
But in other military subjects, this group of team members is much inferior.
According to instructor Harrison:
Although his marksmanship is not as good as Cambury's, his one-on-one combat is not as good as most of the team members, and he is not as flexible or strong as the young people.
But if he goes to the battlefield, he will be the one who survives in the end. This is the dangerous intuition of a veteran on the battlefield.
Watching Cambury step into the shooting position, all the team members took out their binoculars and shooting sights to observe carefully.
Rebecca sat quietly on the side, her long legs were naturally raised, and she looked so beautiful. No one would have thought that she was a violent girl.
She held a shooting record sheet in her hand, a pencil stuck in her brown hair, and looked forward leisurely.
"How's it going? Are you excited?"
Wow, why are you everywhere?
Seeing Harrison's bald head stretched out, his eyebrows raised and raised, I felt the urge to punch him.
"What evil did Rebecca commit in her last life? You have such an unreliable father. I said to Harrison, are you really embarrassed to call Cambery out to compete with me in the ring?"
Harrison's face straightened: "This is a shooting tutorial, so you can clearly see the difference. You must observe carefully."
"whispering sound!"
"I'm serious, look at his hands..."
Cambury was shooting at a 500-meter target. The target was a wild melon smaller than a human head, hanging from a branch far away.
He grabbed a few dry thatch sticks in his hand, let go... and let them drift in the wind.
Then, quickly push the bullet into the gun chamber and aim steadily...
Fire!
A second passed instantly, and the wild melon hanging under a branch in the distance exploded with a "bang", and obvious defects appeared on the lower right side.
The mountain wind howled and everything was quiet.
Camberley loaded the gun again, took aim and fired decisively. After the gunshot...
"Bang" sound
The wild melon was completely blown to pieces, leaving only a small piece of debris the size of a table tennis ball under the vine.
The angle of the first shot was slightly to the lower right, and the bullet created a gap.
The second shot hit the center of the wild melon, and the huge kinetic energy of the sniper bullet completely blew the wild melon into pieces.
Camberley only relied on the speed and angle of the flying grass to judge the influence of the wind direction in the mountainous area, as well as the good gun sense he had trained for a long time. With one shot, he was truly worthy of being a top-notch sniper.
If these two shots hit the enemy's head, it will have the effect of a headshot from 500 meters away.
Compared with half-body targets, precision sniping is one level higher.
This is an extremely high level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve without long and hard training.
In addition to hard training, there is something called talent that cannot be forced.
When Cambery put away his gun and stood up, enthusiastic cheers erupted around him. He nodded to everyone humbly without saying a word.
Most snipers are introverts and not good at talking. When fighting, they can lie on the ground all day long, enduring endless loneliness and waiting for fighters to appear.
There is no chance of someone as active and noisy as Instructor Harrison!
"Hi! Cambury, great job."
"Thanks!"
"Teach me this skill later. I hope to be as good as you one day."
"good."
Wang Yaocheng looked at Harrison speechlessly. The bald bearded man also shrugged helplessly and said:
"He is so boring. When we drink in the bar, I am always the one talking, and this boring guy is only responsible for listening. Every time I have to hook up with two women, and he is the one..."
"Uh...Harrison."
Wang Yaocheng had no choice but to interrupt this shameless old man. If he was left to his own devices, he didn't know what nonsense he would say.
"What do you think of the training results of these team members?"
"After six weeks of high-intensity training, I was surprised by the high quality of these young men. I think they were all the best soldiers in the ancient Eastern countries.
Judging from the current training progress, the jungle combat subject can be completed, and I would rate them as excellent.
However, there are still many shortcomings.
In urban street fighting, he is as stupid as a bear. When he needs protection, he doesn't know where to stand, which exposes his fatal flaw.
I have no foundation at all in the special driving subject. I feel like a novice when it comes to driving a car, let alone driving highly difficult events such as armored vehicles, tanks, and helicopters.
Oh, right...
Boss, if you need it, I can find you a master, an air crew master from the Rangers. Whether it’s a Hercules transport plane, a Huey helicopter, or an Apache helicopter, Tom is a good master.
Uh-huh...I can guarantee this."
"Wait a minute, it doesn't seem like this is what we are discussing."
"What does this have to do with anything? Dear boss.
You see, you don’t gamble, go to nightclubs, buy big estates, and don’t like to party. You don’t buy a big yacht or a private jet. You don’t show off your wealth like those old black hip-hop singers, and you don’t even have sex.
Oh! Okay, you don't have to stare at me.
Maybe one or two sexual partners, my God, it's a Puritan life.
The irony is that you are so rich, how can you spend all your money?
I feel deeply worried about this, so I think about the boss..."
Wang Yaocheng interrupted the talkative man again;
"So, you try your best to add people to my personal team.
Those who deliver packages to B2 bombers, those who fly Hercules transport planes, oh... yes, there are also Apache armed attack helicopters, and sharpshooters who can blow people's heads off with a single shot from 800 meters away.
Shet!
Harrison, I just write computer software programs.
Besides, I can’t stay in the United States for more than a few months a year, so do you think I really need them?”