Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"Bah!"

A gunshot made Xiaohong's eardrums hurt, and then a huge recoil hit her shoulders, causing her to stagger to the ground.

Seeing this situation, Feng Qiang came to protect her, fearing that the gun would go off and hurt her.

Rubbing her shoulders, Xiao Hong grinned and stood up from the ground, "It hurts so much, the recoil of this three-eighth cover is really strong."

"Miss Little Red hasn't fired a rifle, has she?"

Xiaohong nodded, "I haven't played it myself, but I have seen others do it."

"Since Miss Xiaohong hasn't played it before, let me explain it first." Feng Qiang said, picked up the big [-] cover on the ground, and then turned off the insurance.

Then, Feng Qiang explained several standard shooting postures, and finally he suggested that Xiaohong and the others start from prone shooting.

"I want to shoot too! I want to shoot too!" The little girl tried again, wanting to shoot a rifle.

"This... rifle has a lot of recoil, and you are still young, even if you can pull the trigger, the recoil will hurt you." Feng Qiang persuaded.

"Good uncle, I beg you." The little girl looked at Feng Qiang pitifully and begged.

"This." Feng Qiang was very embarrassed, but seeing the little girl's appearance at this moment, and thinking of the upright military posture she was standing just now, his heart softened, so he said, "So, uncle is holding a gun, you come Will you pull the trigger?"

Hearing this, the little girl nodded quickly, "Uncle is so kind!" After saying that, the little girl took out a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it over.

Feng Qiang took the candy with a smile, pulled the little girl to the shooting position, and got down on the ground.

The little girl also got down on the ground, learning in style.

Then, Feng Qiang once again taught the details that need to be paid attention to when shooting, and then checked it. After confirming that the bullet was not loaded, he let go of the hand protecting the trigger, and flashed the position for the little girl, "Come on."

The little girl moved around, strictly following Feng Qiang's instructions, and made very standard movements.

The little finger rests on the trigger, "Can I pull it?"

"Okay!" Feng Qiang said.

The little girl took a deep breath and pulled the trigger hard.

The force required to pull the trigger of the Sanba cover requires four pounds, which is about 1.9 kilograms of force. This force is not small for a little girl who is only seven years old.

"Pa-ta!" Sanba Dagai made an empty crashing sound.

"Why didn't it ring?" the little girl asked puzzled.

"It's not loaded. If the gun is really loaded, if you shoot like this, your little shoulder may be dislocated in one shot."

"Dislocation?" A word hidden deep in the memory surged up, and the little girl's face turned pale for a moment.

"Yeah, even adults, if you shoot in the wrong posture, you may be dislocated. Your current posture is still not right. Uncle can help you correct it." Feng Qiang said and began to strictly correct the little girl's posture.

In fact, Xiaohong's shooting posture is the kind that looks okay, but is actually quite different from the standard posture, but Feng Qiang can only correct it verbally, and cannot teach it by hand.

Because Xiaohong is a woman, and in Feng Qiang's eyes, she is still Xu San's woman, so he dare not touch even the corner of her clothes.

Su Yuan is Xu San's apprentice and a big girl, and Feng Qiang also dare not touch her.

However, since the little girl is still a child, Feng Qiang no longer has any scruples in this regard, so he can correct her correct posture hand in hand.

This time the teaching was very strict, and the little girl learned quickly. After firing five or six shots, she had already reached the standard posture. As long as it was not extremely strict, basically there was nothing wrong with it.

In the end, Feng Qiang loaded a magazine with blank bullets, held the gun by himself, and the little girl pulled the trigger, allowing the little girl to experience the touch of a real gun.

But even so, after the gunshot, the little girl was stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered and asked for another shot.

Feng Qiang didn't refuse, since the magazine had already been loaded anyway, he simply fired up the remaining four bullets in it, and let the little girl spend enough time to hide the gun.

When the magazine was finished, the little girl happily thanked Feng Qiang, and then ran to the side to play with the little bear.

"What a good boy!" Feng Qiang said to himself with a smile. He felt that the little girl was very real in her studies, and she learned very quickly, much better than the puppet soldiers he taught.

Feng Qiang has a headache when he thinks about those puppet troops.

The best way to describe them is that the mud can't support the wall. That's really whipping, and they don't bring any progress.

Seeing the little girl firing the empty gun in a decent manner, Xiao Hong couldn't help itching her hands, she picked up a [-]-cap, took a few magazines, and went to the shooting position where the little girl was just now and started shooting .

Xiaohong is not stupid either. After listening to the explanation, she also corrected her incorrect posture.

Su Yuan on the other side was slow to absorb. She was still studying and understanding slowly, and asked if she didn't understand.

At this moment, near the end of the meal, there is no one in the 100-meter shooting range, and only sporadic gunshots can be heard.

The gunshots are relatively simple, only made by Sanba Dagai and Hanyang, so it is a bit boring.

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

The monotonous sound was like a lullaby, making the idle little girl fall asleep with the bear in her arms and the ammunition box.

"The one who shoots his mother is always targeting labor and capital. Are you a motherfucker? Don't you have a target yourself?" A loud voice made the little girl quarrel.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked around, trying to see where the sound was coming from, but found that the sound could no longer be found.

"Bah~"

"Bah~"

The monotonous gunshots still sounded sparsely.

"Grumble~"

At this moment, apart from the gunshots, there was also the sound of the little girl's stomach screaming. The little girl rubbed her stomach and decided to sleep for a while.

"Bah~"

"Bah~"

"Grumble~"

"Fucking is you again, it's not over, this time I'm going to give my mother a red heart, you fucking want to chill me, right? Labor and management come to your fifth battalion, this is your way of hospitality ?"

The little girl who had just narrowed her eyes was suddenly woken up again. She rubbed her eyes, feeling like she couldn't fall asleep this time.

But this time she heard clearly, the source of the sound was at the place where she shot the gun just now, two shooting positions away.

The shooting range fell silent, as if they were all waiting for the sharpshooter who hit the red heart just now to appear.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came forward.

"Boom!" A gunshot broke the silence.

Then, the shooting range resumed the monotonous rhythm of "呯~", "呯~" and "Gulu~".

The little girl rubbed her belly, took out a piece of candy from her pocket and put it in her mouth to relieve her hunger, then bounced to Xiaohong's side and asked, "Auntie Xiaohong, why don't you shoot anymore."

"I'm tired, take a break!" Xiaohong who was lying on the ground said absently.

"Oh, Auntie Xiaohong, are you still angry with me?" the little girl asked.

"Don't be angry anymore." Xiaohong replied absent-mindedly.

"Grumble!"

The little girl's stomach suddenly let out another cry.

"Xiao Meizi is not hungry. Our family used to eat twice a day. It doesn't matter if you don't eat at noon." The little girl explained awkwardly.

"You are still growing, you go to see your sister Yuanyuan, the two of you ask Instructor Feng to take you to eat something."

"Okay!" said the little girl, bouncing around looking for Su Yuan.