my fairy maid

Chapter 260 Five: Spear Practice

Seeing that he still had such a good thing, Fan Jianqiang was very interested. He took it and researched it in the car, but found nothing.

The prodigal son smiled and said: "It seems that Ouyang's family is not so stingy. It is much more convenient to talk now. Mr. Fan, the owner told me to do my best to cooperate with you. The gun and bullets in the box are for you. The gun is a special silent gun. The pistol has 34 magazines, a total of 680 rounds of ammunition, if it is not enough, Mr. Fan has to find a way by himself."

Fan Qiangqiang opened the box, and it turned out that there was an interlayer underneath, full of magazines.

"I've never touched a gun, is it easy to shoot?"

The prodigal son said in surprise, "Hasn't Mr. Fan ever used a gun? Then...then I really admire him for asking to complete this task alone."

Fan Jianqiang smiled and said, "Do I look like I'm courting death?"

The prodigal son pondered for a while, and said: "I was thinking of how to say it better, but I still can't think of it. Let me be straightforward, Mr. Fan, are you really sure?"

Fan Qiangqiang said with a smile: "If you fight hard, you may have a chance, but if you don't fight hard, you will have no chance at all."

"So, how does Mr. Fan need me to cooperate with you? Is there anything else I need to do?"

Fan Jianqiang had already taken out the silver-white pistol and said, "You just have to teach me how to shoot."

"Okay, anyway, I have to run for several days on the road. There are a few days, and there is no problem in learning. It depends on Mr. Fan's talent."

About half an hour later, Fan Jianqiang learned how to use a firearm. While driving, the prodigal son watched him skillfully reload the magazine, opened the safety, took aim, and pretended to pull the trigger. Mr. Fan, I will start to teach you how to aim, how to shoot, and how to hit the target accurately. This gun is not very powerful, with an effective range of 50 meters, but it can be adjusted to bursts. It is small, so it is very suitable for beginners, and it is easy to aim. However, to shoot more accurately, you also need to consider the outside temperature and humidity, wind speed, recoil, lead, etc. In addition, experience is also very important, and there are still things to pay attention to. Yes, when you're not shooting, remember to turn off the safety anyway, remember."

Fan Qiangqiang learned tirelessly from the prodigal son along the way. Five hours later, the convoy of three cars had already left the city and entered a remote area. The first car of Ouyang's family slowed down first, reminded by double flashing lights, and stopped. Rest by the road.

There was bread and smoked sausage and water in the back of the car, supplemented food, and got out of the car to rest. A bodyguard from the Dongfang family saw Fan Jianqiang playing with a pistol, and couldn't help laughing: "Look at the posture of holding the gun, standard Rookie."

Another bodyguard said: "Isn't he a kung fu master? It doesn't matter if you have a gun or not."

"Beat the pirates with bare hands, hahaha... I hope he can kill a few more pirates before they are smashed into a sieve."

Not to mention the comments and sarcasm here, Fan Qiangqiang posed like a bad fart over there, imitating Bond in the movie 007.

The prodigal son smiled and said, "It's hard to find the feeling if you don't practice live ammunition. It's very remote here. Otherwise, try firing a few rounds to find the feeling." He picked up the bottle of mineral water that was almost finished and threw it out.

"It's about 60 meters, almost within the effective range."

The prodigal son stood beside him, corrected his posture, and continued to explain.

Fan Jianqiang estimated that this close-range still shooting should not require advance measurement. He aimed for several minutes and kept looking for the feeling. Finally, a little excited Fan Jianqiang imitated the western cowboys in old American movies and hung down. Arm, then raised his hand sharply, and after a second of aiming, he fired for the first time.

There was a puff of gunfire, and the palm of my hand felt the vibration of the gun body, shaking slightly.

The next moment, the mineral water bottle 60 meters away bounced up as if struck by lightning, and the plastic piece exploded instantly!

"I hit it! I hit it!" Fan Jianqiang was so excited that he danced like a child.

The prodigal son lost his voice in shock, Dongfang Xiangchen, Ouyang Ye and others standing not far away were all dumbfounded.

This... is this a hit? !Nima, you have learned this before!

Fan Jianqiang just raised his hand to shoot!The aiming time is also very short, one second, as an old shooter, it is not difficult, if you are a sharpshooter, you don't need to aim at all, but for a beginner, it is simply impossible!

The prodigal son said in surprise: "Mr. Fan, you really haven't learned how to shoot a gun before?"

Fan Jianqiang shook his head and tail proudly: "Of course I haven't learned it. I'm a first-class citizen and I've never touched a gun."

"A lot of people may not be able to shoot even if they keep aiming. You actually... You must be lucky! Do you want to try another shot?"

"Maybe I'm a genius! This is the first time in my life that I've shot a gun and hit the target!"

"If you can shoot six out of ten bullets in a row, you are a real genius. There are geniuses in many fields, but gunners are different. The talent of gunners is not reflected in this. Mr. Fan has heard the story of the oil seller. Well, practice makes perfect by doing the same thing every day. Therefore, trained gunners can accurately hit the target. The real precious gunners, the embodiment of talent, some are the dexterity of fingers, some have excellent night vision ability, and some have excellent night vision ability. Quick response, some with good psychological quality and calmness, some with quick hands, others can shoot ten times at the same time, he can shoot twelve times, this is talent, and accuracy depends on persistent practice and experience, proficiency in Calculating data such as wind power and lead..."

The prodigal son chattered endlessly. At this time, Fan Qiangqiang had closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something. Ten seconds later, Fan Qiangqiang opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand, paused for another second to aim at the time, and the bullet Jet out, splashing dirt on the mud in front of the water bottle.

"Damn it! I missed it!" Fan Qiangqiang became angry from embarrassment.

The prodigal son's pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and he noticed Fan Jianqiang's steady right hand.

The prodigal son said: "How about Mr. Fan try shooting a moving target?"

Fan Qiangqiang laughed and said, "Should I learn to run before I learned to walk? How could I hit a moving target!"

"What's wrong! No enemy will stand there for you to hit. It's useless to kill the target. When an enemy appears in front of you, you have to analyze him in the shortest possible time. Whether to move to the left or right, the speed of movement, and the span, grasp the most accurate advance and minimize the error. People often see bullets hitting out in movies, but they miss the opponent. So we will feel that it is fake, how could it be possible to miss so many shots? That's why many smart gunmen adopt a snake-like approach when charging. We are all deceived by the patriotic educational films we watched when we were young. Those films always beautify our soldiers. What a shot to death An enemy, and the devils can't hit us no matter how many shots they shoot. In fact, our soldiers at that time were basically a group of laymen who picked up guns without training. On the contrary, in the early days of World War II, the military quality of the devils was Very, very high. At that time, apart from Germany, the devils had the highest quality of individual soldiers in the army. They were the ones who could really shoot one shot. They were really sharpshooters, while our soldiers couldn't hit ten shots. Enemy, at the end of World War II, those elite devils fought less and less, and later they were dragged into the battlefield due to insufficient training, and their military quality was much worse, especially after they focused on the Southeast Asian battlefield. They are dominated by the Second Devils of the White Army, and the quality of the soldiers is vastly different. In turn, they are not as good as the guerrillas we have been trained in the long-term war..."

This fat man couldn't stop talking nonstop when he was talking, Fan Qiangqiang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Otherwise, I'll throw the bottle into the sky, and you can show me."

Let him go on, and it is estimated that he will be able to analyze the situation of all countries in World War II.

"Okay, you throw it."

Fan Jianqiang gave him the gun first, took out a bottle of water from the trunk of the car, and threw it forcefully.

With a pop, the prodigal son raised his hand, and the mineral water bottle burst open, splashing water.

Without further ado, Fan Jianqiang threw out another bottle of water. This time, Fan Jianqiang carefully watched every detail and step of him.

"Come again!"

The prodigal son exploded the mineral water bottle for the third time.

"I'll try."

Fan Jianqiang took the pistol, and the prodigal son smiled and said, "If you can hit the moving target so quickly, I'll call you Master."

"Try it, you throw it higher."

The prodigal son smiled: "As you wish."

Quickly raise the arm, the first shot, missed.

The prodigal son said, "Come again!"

The second bottle of water is thrown into the air.

Fan Jianqiang failed again.

"Come again!"

The third shot!Fan Jianqiang grasped some important things, and instead of pulling the trigger immediately, he predicted where the water bottle would fall.

Although the shot still missed, it could be seen that it was only a hair's breadth away.

The prodigal son cast a surprised glance at him, and praised: "You seem to have mastered the advance."

Fan Jianqiang smiled openly: "I feel it now."

Over there Ouyang Ye said loudly: "Okay, enough rest, let's go!"

This time, Fan Jianqiang changed his car to the prodigal son. In the afternoon, he came to a gas station in a town, bought water and some food, filled up the gasoline, and asked for boiled water in the supermarket. Everyone brought a bowl The cup noodles were soaked, and I started to eat them wheezingly, deliciously one by one.

They did not enter the town, but left after a short rest.

An hour later, they found a hotel in the next medium-sized city in Ethiopia, and opened several rooms to stay in. Fan Jianqiang asked for one alone.

After locking the door, Fan Jianqiang immediately entered the Apando space, sweating profusely and feeling very uncomfortable. He was soaking in the Xichen Lake while watching Huang Wei and Awen practice muay thai. These guys really worked hard and risked their lives. Those who are tired will jump into the water to recover their strength, and then continue training.

Fan Jianqiang came out refreshed after soaking for half an hour, encouraged them, and went to the dwarf territory.

There are now three wooden houses in the dwarf territory, one for Fan Jianqiang's parents, one for the old lady of the Meng family, and a larger one with four beds for four pregnant female dwarves.

Everyone is in good spirits, Zhuang Meina and Huang Li are two naughty girls, and one of them is particularly funny, riding a pig, running all over the world, yelling and excited.

Meng Chuanshan and the others and the four male dwarves each had their own division of labor. Those who saw the wood, those who drew lines on the wood with a pen, and those who used a ruler to measure. , I don’t know what to do next to the cornfield when we get together, everyone is elated.

Fan Jianqiang walked over and asked, it turned out that Chuan Yao's father actually brought in tobacco leaf seeds!A few old smokers are happily digging holes and planting tobacco leaves!

If it wasn't for the automatic freshening and purification of the air in the Appando space, Fan Jianqiang would really want to trample off their tobacco leaves.

These old smoking guns are not only growing tobacco leaves, but also planning to make wine with local methods!

And my mother, Xi Juan, didn't know where she came from. She was drawing blueprints with a few old women, saying that she wanted to build a boat that could row on the small river.

In short, each has its own business and is very busy.

Fan Jianqiang called Li Chuanyao, Zhuang Qiurong, Zhuang Mina and Huang Li to come over, and the four girls ran over. Fan Jianqiang mysteriously led them into the territory of the elves and mermaids.

Except for Li Chuanyao, sisters Zhuang Qiurong and Huang Li blushed when they saw the mermaid.

Zhuang Mina smiled secretly, and pointed at Fan Jianqiang with her finger: "Brother-in-law, I said you don't see anyone all day long, are you hiding here to watch...Look at these women with breasts exposed?"

Fan Jianqiang laughed and said, "They are not human beings, they are fish. Are you jealous of these fish for your sister?"

"fish?!"

Li Chuanyao pursed her lips and smiled, "It's a mermaid."

Fan Jianqiang shouted to the mermaids loudly: "Swim up to me! Show your tails!"