Age: My Small World

Chapter 367

"Oh!"

A burst of gunfire startled countless skylarks.

"continue!"

The harsh voice echoed in his ears, making Yang Jun dare not stop. He continued to shoot at the target in his eyes, a small tree trunk as thick as his arm.

"Adjust your breathing again, don't be too hasty."

"Raise your arms, your eyes are already down."

……

It took a full two hours for Yang Jun to achieve the standard gun-holding posture that the old man mentioned, but his accuracy surprised the old man.

A total of dozens of shots were fired, but Yang Jun's error rate was less than ten times, and this was the problem at the beginning.

Later, as his targets became smaller and the distance became farther, he was able to adjust himself quickly and hit the target. This process only required four or five chances.

I have to say that the one-eyed old man has complicated thoughts in his mind.

As a gun master who was specially invited by the office, he was once a feared existence by the enemy. His sniper rifle made him a legend on the battlefield. If he had not lost an eye in a special duel, he might still be serving at this moment, and his rank would definitely be not low.

Thinking of that duel, the old man's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

He had met many people and trained many disciples, but none of them had the talent like Yang Jun.

"If we train him, can he defeat that person?"

Looking at Yang Jun's extremely sharp eyes, he thought deeply.

Yang Jun didn't know what the old man was thinking. All his attention was focused on the gun at the moment. The pistol was quite powerful and had great recoil, but his hands were stronger, so he was suppressing it with brute force. He needed to find a way to change his technique.

Moreover, his target today was not just the pistol. He also wanted to try and practice with the old man's sniper rifle. Which boy could resist such temptation?

Because he had practiced martial arts, Yang Jun had excellent body coordination. Coupled with the effect of spiritual water and the blessing of the small world, his eyes were like an eagle and his arms were like steel, which were the basic elements for practicing spear, and his conditions were also the best.

After firing another shot and hitting a sapling a hundred meters away, Yang Jun finally turned around and looked at the old man.

"Master, how's my training going?"

"It's okay, continue."

The old man said calmly.

"To practice shooting, you need to feed the bullets. Only by shooting more often can you know where to shoot, how to shoot, and where to look. These are all summed up from experience. There are no absolute techniques and experiences, because these are unique to you. What others have is ultimately theirs."

This is the accumulation of skills through experience.

He would give some appropriate guidance to ensure that he did not go in the wrong direction.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Yang Jun said sincerely.

"You're welcome. I've already trained a lot of special personnel like you. Our time together will only take about a month..."

When he said this, he suddenly became dazed. It seemed that Yang Jun's ability would not take that long, even more than a week.

He meant coming every day for a month, but Yang Jun didn't have that much time, so if he only came once every weekend, the time might be extended a lot.

"Ahem, Master, can I see some other guns?" Yang Jun didn't care about the old man's cold words, but stated his purpose.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you want to learn other guns?"

"Is it okay?" Yang Jun didn't know that for people who came here, learning how to use a pistol was enough, and they basically had no concept of learning a second gun.

"Okay." If it were someone else, the old man might not agree, but Yang Jun's talent made him agree.

Now that he's gotten the hang of using a pistol, it wouldn't be a problem to let him try another one.

Instead of following the old man to the place where the gun was hidden to get it, Yang Jun waited for him to get it before going forward to watch.

Unlike what he'd seen from a distance, this sniper rifle had clearly been used many times, bearing numerous marks of friction. Most importantly, it had likely killed many enemies. The dark muzzle looked like the gaze of death.

The gun is the 98k carbine produced by Mauser Company at that time, also known as the Mauser rifle. It only needs to be equipped with a set of telescopes to become a sniper rifle. It was one of the most famous rifles in the past and tens of millions of them were produced.

Of course, in the hands of an old man, he doesn't need any telescope. The target is just what he looks at with his eyes, and it has its own scale.

All he had to do was raise his arm and press his fingers, and the enemy would fall.

Yang Jun actually also had a gun in the small world, but he didn't even have the chance to use it. He didn't practice much on weekdays, so his shooting skills were average.

I can’t wait to learn the old man’s skills now.

"To use a gun, you just need good eyesight. As for how to find the target, just watch."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he raised the gun with one arm and shot, aiming for only 0.1 seconds.

"Oh!"

A hundred meters away, a squirrel was unfortunately hit and fell straight down from mid-air.

"When you look over, you should have an approximate distance in mind, and then incorporate your daily shooting experience into it, so that when your eyes see the target, the gun will also be fired."

He handed the gun to Yang Jun, seeming a little hesitant.

Yang Jun took it with great care, rubbed it carefully, and then held up the gun like the old man.

Of course, one arm wouldn't work, so he used both arms.

"Your steps are too narrow, take bigger ones..."

……

After roasting two squirrels at noon, training continued in the afternoon.

At the end of the day, the old man took Yang Jun back.

On the way, he was naturally in a restless mood.

"Such a good seedling should go to the army."

Looking at Yang Jun's back, the old man felt it was a pity that he had entered the office here early. It would be impossible for him to join the army in the future. After all, the two systems did not get along well, even though they were all serving the people.

He shook his head, saying that he was already retired and couldn't meddle in other people's affairs.

They were silent along the way. When they came to a fork in the road, Yang Jun spoke.

"Master, I live in the north, and this is the only place I can go to for practice. Can I go directly there next time?"

The old man was silent for a moment: "It's up to you, as long as you get there on time."

Then he added, "Go back. Come back next Sunday at the same time as you said."

"It's okay. I have something to do in the city anyway, so it's just on my way."

The old man nodded and said nothing more.

Yang Jun didn't prepare to eat until he sent the old man back to his residence.

I ate a squirrel at noon today, but I didn’t feel anything. I have to quickly replenish my staple food.

I found a state-owned one and went straight in.

"Red-braised pork, braised pork cutlets, pork belly stewed with cabbage and tofu."

He ordered three dishes at once and asked for three bowls of rice before he stopped.

Yang Jun took out his food coupons and meat coupons and gave them to the waiter who looked doubtful as to whether he could finish the meal. He didn't care what others thought, because he would know after he finished eating.

(End of this chapter)