"It's you, little brother, what do you say, let's play some more?"
"Haha, no need. This is my sister. She wants to give it a try. Please excuse me, coach."
"Oh, okay, no trouble, come here to register your information."
"Brother, is this the coach who praises your talent? Why do I feel that his tone of voice is weird?"
"Cough cough cough..."
This is the consequence of talking carelessly. Don't slap yourself in the face too quickly.
Of course, from one person's point of view, this is not his problem. The main fault lies with a certain second uncle who was careless and failed to use the opportunity!
After confirming that the little girl wanted to play with guns, Tang Chao immediately approved the candidate for coach, that is, the cheap second uncle he had just accepted, the former amateur city shooting champion, Xie Guangmin.
This was a smooth favor, and it was for the sake of free drinks and snacks in the afternoon. However, the latter slipped up at the critical moment and never showed up.
Naturally, the little girl didn't know what was going on. While Tang Chao was still trying to find someone, she found a trainer on her own. Coincidentally, she had witnessed Tang Chao rapidly emptying a round of ammunition before, shooting down
The owner of the astonishing record of ten guns and five rings, isn’t this nonsense...
Just a little incident, nothing to worry about.
After registering the identity information, the instructor began to explain the precautions for safe shooting as usual. During this period, I looked at the gun-holding posture of Tangdou in the classic Hong Kong-style movie. I couldn't help but smile. I also roughly understood the rank of the little girl.
"Is this your first time playing? It doesn't matter. Just relax and pay attention to my hand movements..."
One-on-one teaching, the instructor was very patient and responsible. Having said that, I used to hold a gun like this, why didn't I get any reminder to correct it? Well, maybe it's because the little girl is not as cute... Standing aside, Tang Chao is like this
I was thinking about it boredly, and then I turned my head as if I felt something.
A face with a friendly smile came over, it was that little grandson.
Their eyes met, and both of them looked slightly startled. Of course, Tang Chao was pretending, but it was difficult for the other party to tell. After all, the two parties had taken photos of each other several times, and now they clearly recognized each other and nodded in greeting.
Tang Chao also nodded.
"...That's roughly it. Isn't it very simple? It doesn't matter if you don't understand it for the moment. I'll press a bullet and you fire it to feel it. Don't be nervous and adjust your breathing. As long as you hit the target, it's a success. If you hit the eighth ring, I'll give you a drink.
, ten rings reward a magazine..."
"What if it hits the wire hanging the target paper?"
Don't get me wrong, this gossip that amused Menzi was not said by Tang Chao, but by Xiao Sun, a member of the Rise of Kyushu who looked quite naughty.
The coach was also very humorous. He glanced at the sound and nodded seriously: "There are also rewards. The reward is to go in in person and hold the target paper in hand, and have a free experience in actual combat."
As soon as he finished speaking, bang, the little girl's slender body trembled slightly. Tang Chao subconsciously looked inside, and not far away, a piece of target paper slowly fell.
this……
Several people on the field were collectively petrified. The person involved, Tangdou Tongshoe, was also stunned. He looked at the target paper on the ground, then looked at the coach beside him, and stammered: "Well, um, coach, you don't really want me to go in, do you?"
"Uh, no, no, no, I was joking..."
Bang bang bang, when he came back to his senses, Tang Chao grinned exaggeratedly and clapped his hands. Xiao Sun on the side also gave a thumbs up, full of admiration. Finally, looking at the little girl who was embarrassed to cover her face with her hands, several people couldn't help laughing loudly.
The atmosphere is so joyful.
…
There was a little accident, but it obviously didn't dampen the little girl's enthusiasm. After a while, after hitting an unscrupulous brother who couldn't stop laughing a few times, Tangdou blushed and raised his hand to apply: "
Coach, I want to fire a few more shots, and this time I will load them myself."
"Haha, you guys have fun, I'll go somewhere else." Originally, I came here to confirm the identity of the Tang Dynasty who looked familiar, but I never thought that there would be an unexpected gain. After having fun, Xiao Sun was satisfied and left at the right time.
Tang Chao didn't pay attention, and happily watched the little girl press the bullets slightly clumsily, walked to the shooting stand, took a few deep breaths, and the blush on her face faded slightly. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing some mental construction again.
He was mumbling words. It didn't sound like he was cramming for a while, but he was sharpening his skills before the battle. What he was mumbling was exactly the trick taught by the coach just now...
Prepare for a while, then finally open your eyes, raise your hand and raise your gun.
Bang...bang...bang...
Her face was tight and focused. The little girl was obviously determined to avenge her shame this time. She took a long time between pulling the trigger every time, looking quite serious and cautious.
Of course, then again, attitude is not everything about success, and the latter is not that cheap. The so-called nothing is difficult in the world, as long as people are willing to do so. They are just words of comfort and encouragement, and their actual effect is limited. The fact is that most of the time if you don’t work hard,
I don’t even know what despair is!
However, in everything, there are always exceptions, and this little girl’s effort seems to be like this——
After the five shots were fired, Tang Chao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't look at the electronic display above his head. It was only five meters away. With his eyesight and sensitivity to the trajectory of the bullet leaving the barrel, it would be ten times longer.
It's no problem, there is no need to confirm the results again.
The coach stood closer and could see the target paper clearly, but he couldn't believe it. Together with the little girl, he took a step back and looked up at the result reported on the screen. It was indeed fifty rings, a perfect score. He couldn't help but be surprised.
Open your mouth,
"Wow--"
"yeah!"
Five meters, five guns, fifty rings. This result is not surprising. Even if you add in the prerequisite of first contact with firearms, it is actually not bad. But if you take into account the strange scene of knocking off the target paper wire, then it is not
It’s the same, the strong contrast overflows directly.
The progress has been huge!
"Haha! Brother, look, this is my true level! It was just a mistake, it doesn't count, please apologize to me, hahaha..."
Tang Chao's mouth twitched, and he quietly moved half a step to the side, took the pistol from the hands of the cheering little girl, and handed it to the coach beside him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Good guy, in the time he just said a sentence, his head was pointed at least three times by the erratic muzzle of the gun...
The coach took the pistol and was stunned for a moment. He just woke up from a dream and his face changed slightly. Looking at Tangdou who was just grinning sillyly, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something. In the end, he shook his head and said: "Not bad, not bad, pretty good."
You have talent, do you want to try the ten-meter target again?"
"Yeah."
The little girl regained her confidence and decided to pursue the victory. It was as if she had a hand, and it was like a ghost possessing her, like a divine help.
A few minutes later, ten meters later, there were still five delayed gunshots, a perfect score of fifty rings.
"Uh, try another fifteen meters!"
Two minutes later, with five gunshots that obviously sped up, it was still fifty rings.
"Twenty...just hit the twenty-five-meter target!"
This time, Tangdou's shooting rhythm slowed down again, but not much. And there is one detail. Compared with before, the little girl was obviously more determined to pull the trigger. The result...forty-nine rings.
There is a gun that is slightly damaged, which can actually be regarded as ten rings, but the electronic scanning eye determines that it is nine rings.
Tang Chao was okay with such a twisting and disparate result, but he was just a little pensive. The coach looked like he had seen a ghost. He looked up at the electronic display, then looked down at the jelly beans, his eyes
Even a little confused,
"Is this... really your first time touching a gun?"
"That's right." The little girl didn't notice the wonderful change in the coach's expression at all. Looking at the results, the corners of her mouth twitched and she said without looking back, "Coach, get me five more bullets."
"Ah? Oh, here."
As expected, after five gunshots, the results popped up on the screen, fifty rings. The corners of her mouth were smoothed. Now the little girl was satisfied. She put down the pistol with unfinished content, and then turned to look at the coach.
The latter obviously didn't take it for granted and stood there blankly. Seeing this, Tang Chao cleared his throat and explained: "Ahem, under normal circumstances, the longest indoor shooting distance is twenty-five meters."
"Oh, that's it." Tangdou's tone was a little regretful, but also a little plain. It was as simple as clearing the game. She seemed not to realize what she had just done. After all, a rookie who was exposed to firearms for the first time achieved such a result.
What does it mean... Suddenly I remembered something and asked instead, "By the way, brother, what were your previous results? You must be better than me?"
Seriously, the little girl just doesn’t understand anything.
"Well, my record...is beyond your imagination!" Someone touched his nose and replied.
Tangdou didn't hear the ambiguity, or maybe, in the little girl's mind, her brother should be the strongest, so she waved her fist twice and vowed: "I will try my best to surpass you."
"Yeah, come on, come on."
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Fortunately, the coach on the side finally came to his senses. He took a breath and looked at the little girl with complex eyes: "Are you still playing? We can try the hostage target again."
"Hostage target? What is that? Is it more difficult?" Tangdou asked in surprise.
"You can't say that. The two tests are different... I'll take you to see them."
The so-called hostage target, as the name suggests, is a target with hostages and gangsters, a derived gameplay.
The difference between the more common chest target and half-body target is that the hostage target generally has no ring number. It only depends on whether it can effectively hit the target, or kill the gangster with one shot, or kill the hostage with one shot. In short, both
A successful rescue!
In this regard, some places in China have relevant regulations that prohibit the use of highly realistic human-shaped target paper. However, as the saying goes, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. Under the leadership of the coach, soon, the cartoon style appeared in front of the brothers and sisters.
The target is one of the countermeasures——
Whether it is the hostage being choked or the portrait of the gangster hiding behind with only half of his head sticking out, they all look very familiar and are all based on a classic shooting battle game, CS, Counter-Strike.
This coach, whose last name I don’t know, was right. Shooting a hostage target and shooting a ring paper target are indeed very different.
On the surface, the gangster's head is bigger than the ten-ring bull's-eye, and it seems to be simpler. But the actual situation is not like this. This involves something called a sense of purpose, or a sense of belief.
For things like target reference objects, bigger is not better. On the contrary, sometimes more specific and detailed ones are actually more achievable and operable. For example, let’s talk about losing weight. Compared with what everyone knows,
The goal of eating one less chicken drumstick at noon is obviously easier to achieve if you use broad slogans such as "walk your legs and keep your mouth shut".
This is probably the truth. In addition, shooting a hostage target also involves some psychological factors, and these are obviously not friendly to novices.
The coach called Tangdou here. On the one hand, he must really want to see the little girl's shooting talent. On the other hand, he also had the intention of "getting back the field"——
Except for the funny shot of knocking off the target paper wire at the beginning, the little girl acted too relaxed later, so relaxed that the coach as a practitioner had no sense of accomplishment, and even began to doubt life and feel vaguely rejected.
This mentality may sound contradictory at first, but it can be seen everywhere in reality. Just like experienced teachers and masters, they all like smart students and apprentices, but do not like students and apprentices who are too smart and out-of-the-box.
To a certain extent, Tang Chao can understand the coach's thoughts, because he has had similar feelings. A certain punching bag is now getting stronger and harder to hit, and is obviously not as cute as before.
……but,
Back to the present moment, looking at the confident coach, Tang Chao shook his head secretly, not optimistic about the opponent's behavior of increasing the difficulty to regain the field this time. Because he had just paid attention to the rhythm of the little girl when she fired, although he had not yet
A clear judgment is formed, but it can be determined that it has little to do with the target. As for the mentality...
Not to mention, although the girl is small, she has a big heart!
With this thought in mind, Tang Chao also became interested as he looked at the tang bean boy who was gradually becoming more and more proficient in the action of pressing and loading the bullet. He began to look forward to the next development...