radicalducati Chapter 222
Chapter 222
Walking into the shooting range, putting on the headphones for noise cancellation, I saw the blonde waitress on the table in front of her and began to display various styles of firearms and bullets in front of her.
After the things were ready, the blonde sister began to explain, basically some precautions and so on, and some statements.
After the explanation, Li Changsheng casually picked up a firearm.
"This is the AR15 is the most famous automatic rifle in M country, and even the famous M16 and M4 are developed on it.
You this is semi-automatic, and the M military can fire in triplets, single-point shooting, or fully automatic shooting. Well, you can try. Listening
to Zhou Guoli's story, Li Changsheng nodded, immediately aimed at the target fifty meters away, and carefully aimed at this before shooting.
Bang!
Finally, the single hole was in the bullseye area, seeing this, Zhou Guoli nodded and said, "The first time is okay, but it's so slow, are you sleeping here tonight?"
Each gun has twenty bullets in place, and I don't have that much time to spend with you. Hearing
this, Li Changsheng felt that he was indeed quite slow, this is a total of 1147 bullets, so it will have to hit until dark.
Looking at the target, it was fifty meters anyway, Li Changsheng began to silently adjust his posture, not choosing a standard shooting posture, but the posture of using a dark weapon on weekdays.
I didn't even bother to aim, but according to the usual habit of focusing on the target, I felt roughly aimed at the bullseye area, bang bang! Just disconnect the gun.
After a series of twenty rounds, the bullets were fired very densely, Li Changsheng couldn't help but look at the bullseye, and without waiting for him to see clearly, Zhou Guoli was the first to exclaim: "Huh!
Immediately, Zhou Guoli turned his head, looked at Li Changsheng very seriously, thought about organizing the language, and then said very seriously: "You really haven't played before?" "
Nope."
"Are you sure? Didn't lie to me?
"Of course! Do you think I need to lie to you?
Zhou Guoli squatted down, his hands on his cheeks, his brows locked, as if he had encountered a difficult problem that he couldn't understand, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Li, be honest, do you believe this yourself?" "
Continuous shooting, twenty rounds all ten rings, oh my God, is this really a rookie?"
The blonde waitress exclaimed loudly, while turning her head suspiciously to look at Zhou Guoli and then at Li Changsheng.
"Hey Zhou, are you sure he's just a rookie?"
Zhou Guoli didn't say anything with a straight face, but he said loudly to Li Changsheng: "Change the MP on your left, continue!"
Li Changsheng picked up the MP that Zhou Guoli said, which was an earthen yellow pistol, weighed it slightly, and immediately fired quickly again, shooting twenty bullets in one breath.
"It's all ten rings again, handsome guy, you're very good, were you a professional shooter before?"
The blonde beauty is now full of admiration for the young and handsome Asian in front of her. Immediately, he handed over another pistol.
"This is the Smithsonian Wesson M459 pistol."
The beauty even directly robbed Zhou Guoli's introduction task, while saying that she couldn't stop throwing winks at Li Changsheng.
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Changsheng raised the gun again, and another twenty bullets were quickly emptied, and then looked, the same ten rings, and if you looked closely, you could find that there was only one bullet hole in the entire target.
A bullet hole that is about one-third larger than a normal bullet hole, which means that the bullet hits the bullseye every time, and there are slight deviations, but most of them are caused by different guns and subtle deviations in ballistics.
The blonde beauty was already looking stupid, she glanced at Zhou Guoli, who was squatting on the ground, and said with a very serious face: "Zhou! This joke is not funny at all, this kind of master you actually lied to me that he is a rookie, I see him go to the professional competition to win a continental championship has no problem at all.
"How is that possible? How is that possible?
Zhou Guoli didn't pay attention to the blonde beauty's questioning at all, but instead muttered like a devil, "It's not scientific, each kind of gun shakes differently, or is he holding a gun in one hand, how can he achieve such high accuracy?" "
You know, in some shooting competitions, firearms are fixed, and because of this, competitors will train individually with this firearm.
It takes many days of grinding, mainly to be familiar with the feel, recoil, and deviation of this firearm, and gradually familiarize yourself with it before you can constantly adjust and do it.
And like Li Changsheng, after shooting a gun, immediately replace the next gun, and each gun can guarantee a 100% hit rate, which is very outrageous.
Unless this person has practiced these guns a lot before, but even if this is such an old bird master, use the gun provided by others, even if it is the same style.
It is reasonable to say that it is difficult to maintain perfect accuracy in the first few shots, and the shooting feel is a very important factor.
Bang bang!
Constantly changing guns and constantly firing continuously, Li Changsheng became more and more relaxed.
"The heart is like gunpowder, the fist is like a son, it is difficult for a bird to fly when the spirit moves, and the description in the Fist Sutra is really true!" If you don't experience real gun shooting, you really can't understand the principle. Every
time the bullet ejected the chamber, Li Changsheng used his listening strength to keenly perceive that the striker inside the firearm hit the ignition in an instant, and at the same time, the huge high-pressure air flow began to push the bullet along the rifling to shoot out rapidly.
That kind of starting hand is like lightning, lightning is not enough to close the eyes, hitting people is like thunder, and the thunder is displayed before the ears are covered.
The principle of cannon fist fits perfectly, and the horse-shaped fist of shape and meaning also has such mysteries, the eight-pole standing sky cannon and so on.
"Speed, this is speed, ready to go, fast as a wind arrow, loud as thunder, haunted like a rabbit, not bad!"
Li Changsheng already had an excited smile on his face, and understanding the principle made him happier than today's exploration of many parameters of firearms.
It was another continuous shooting, and the blonde sister next to Li Changsheng was a little numb when she handed over the gun.
When she started handing the gun mechanically, she didn't care that there was always only one bullet hole in the target.
This is definitely a continental champion, or a world champion is not necessarily, in short, a big guy.
This kind of person came to their shooting club, it was their honor, didn't you see so many people watching?
Indeed, many club members have gathered around at this time.
At first, he still shouted, shouted Ness, and gradually stopped shouting, his voice was dumb and he shouted a fart.
"Brother Li, don't you really want to take a break?"
Seeing that there were only 10 firearms left on it, Zhou Guoli's eyelids twitched.
The reason why he only wanted to rent thirty-seven just now was because firearms had recoil.
The recoil of real guns is not to be played, some rookies with weak physiques, who just played with guns and did not pay attention to direct dislocation of their hands.