Chapter 31
What Qin Feng was holding
was the Type 81 automatic rifle, which had been transferred to the reserve force.
This gun was extremely similar to the AK47 in appearance and performance,
and the AK47 was the must-have weapon for thugs in various international blockbusters.
That "backhanded bolt-pull, cool to the bone" movement was something countless boys kept in mind.
Therefore, **CHAPTER 76**
Qin Feng's casual backhanded pull just now
was why the boys around him immediately started shouting.
Seeing the instructor asking him again,
Qin Feng smiled and said: "This is my first time touching a real gun, but I've played with water-gel guns before."
"Alright."
The instructor nodded, explained the shooting principle of "three points in one line,"
and then had Qin Feng aim from a standing position to conduct shooting training on the blank-cartridge target 50 meters ahead.
"Ready! Fire!"
"Bang!"
Before the instructor's voice had even faded,
Qin Feng pulled the trigger directly, and the target in front fell in response.
"Not bad."
The instructor glanced at Qin Feng and then said: "Next, aim and fire on your own."
"Yes."
Qin Feng responded, then pulled the trigger one after another.
Then, the remaining 4 targets fell one after another.
The instructor looked at Qin Feng in surprise, then smiled and said: "5 targets hit in a row, you're pretty good, Qin Feng. Don't let me down during the live-fire shooting later!"
"No problem."
Qin Feng smiled and nodded, returned the gun to the instructor, and then returned to the formation.
"Squad Leader, that backhanded bolt-pull was explosive!"
"Squad Leader, have you really never played with a real gun before? Why do I feel like you're particularly proficient!"
"Squad Leader, I heard that for our Qingbei University student military training, the live-fire shooting record is 97 rings out of 10 bullets. Squad Leader, break it!"
"That's right, Squad Leader, since we've come here, we have to leave a mark before we go!"
As soon as Qin Feng returned, the boys in the class started clamoring one after another.
Seeing this situation,
two military firearm custodians walked over,
and said with a smile: "Alright, alright, is that shooting record so easy to break? Let alone your Qingbei, with so many university students in the Imperial Capital, only one person has hit 97 rings in the past two years."
"Let me tell you, shooting doesn't just require talent, it requires bullets to feed. The sharpshooters in our company fire hundreds of thousands of bullets every year."
"Alright, stop talking. If your instructor hears you later, he'll definitely punish you."
Half an hour later,
all students had completed basic shooting training.
Next,
it was live-fire shooting.
Looking at Qin Feng and the students beside him who were eager to try,
the instructor's face darkened, and he said: "Alright, don't be so impatient, you'll have your turn to shoot later."
"I'll state two precautions first. First, during live-fire shooting, the sound will be much louder than it is now, so girls, don't panic, don't scream, and definitely don't drop the gun and run!"
"Second, live-fire shooting is to let you experience the hardships of soldiers, so everyone doesn't need to feel pressured. It's fine if you really can't hit the target, just finish the bullets."
"Also, you must aim at your own target. Don't shoot at other people's targets, that's very embarrassing!"
"Alright, everyone, turn right!"
"Line up to enter the shooting training and wait for live-fire shooting!"
"Yes!"
Under Qin Feng's leadership,
Class 3 of the Microelectronics Department lined up to enter the live-fire shooting position and waited quietly.
At this time, the military firearm administrators
were already standing on the left and right sides of the shooting position,
loading and adjusting the firearms.
After the live-fire shooting started later,
they would also stand beside the students to handle any emergencies in time.
Not long after,
live-fire shooting began.
Gunshots rang out one after another on the shooting range.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After a few gunshots,
many girls showed difficult expressions, some even wanting to cover their ears.
But the boys were even more excited, rubbing their hands and eager to try.
After a few rounds of shooting,
the firearm custodians and the instructor shook their heads with a smile.
It was very obvious,
that up to now,
the scores of these students were all very poor.
Subsequently,
Qin Feng finally arrived at the shooting position,
waiting for the firearm custodian to clear the chamber and load.
The instructor also walked over,
looked at Qin Feng, and said in a low voice: "Shoot well. If you can really exceed 97 rings, you'll be this year's military training model soldier."
"Okay."
Qin Feng nodded,
then aimed the gun.
The two firearm custodians sandwiched Qin Feng between them to prevent any emergencies.
"Each target position, fire on your own after you're ready."
"Yes!"
As soon as the chief instructor's voice fell,
Qin Feng was the first to pull the trigger.
"Bang!"
The instructor picked up the binoculars to take a look, then nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, the first shot is 10 rings, keep it up!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Qin Feng fired two more shots in succession.
After checking the score, the instructor was slightly surprised: "Not bad, not bad, three shots, thirty rings!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After eight shots,
Qin Feng had directly scored 80 rings.
The instructor's expression changed slightly.
He stood beside Qin Feng,
and exchanged a look with the firearm custodians on both sides. **CHAPTER 77**
Subsequently,
the three of them stared at Qin Feng together.
"Bang!"
Another shot hit the bullseye precisely.
The instructor's eyes widened: "Whoa, another 10 rings! Qin Feng, you're strong enough, ninety rings! Stay steady for the last shot, strive to break the record!"
"Understood."
Qin Feng replied with two short words,
then pulled the trigger again.
The instructor frowned: "I told you to stay steady, why did you shoot so fast? This shot must have missed... Damn?! Another 10 rings?! Is this for real?!"
The firearm custodian beside him heard this and immediately raised his binoculars.
After carefully verifying Qin Feng's shooting score,
the custodian immediately raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop shooting!"
The gunfire stopped abruptly.
Everyone turned to look at Qin Feng's side, feeling somewhat confused.
The firearm administrator took the gun from Qin Feng's hand,
and then shouted to the chief instructor: "Report, our shooter's current shooting score is 100 rings!"
"Hmm? Really?"
The chief instructor was stunned for a moment and walked toward Qin Feng.
The students started whispering to each other.
"100 rings? Is he that awesome? Was it that handsome guy who shot it?"
"Damn, you don't even know the school hunk Qin Feng?! He's the freshman god voted for by ten thousand people!"
"Qin Feng, you're too cool! You dance street dance so well, and you shoot so well too!"
"God, god! Qin Feng, you are the god in my life!"
"It's over, it's over. With Qin Feng around, us ordinary boys won't be able to find girlfriends!"
Walking to Qin Feng's side,
the chief instructor ordered the instructor to run and fetch Qin Feng's target paper,
and then carefully verified the shooting score in front of all the instructors and students.
"10 rings! 20 rings! ... 90 rings! 100 rings!"
After confirming the score,
the chief instructor also looked at Qin Feng very happily,
and then shouted loudly: "I announce, after verification by me and the instructor group, student Qin Feng of Class 3 of the Microelectronics Department has a shooting score of 100 rings! Breaking the current live-fire shooting record for university students!"
The students heard this and immediately started roaring.
"Qin Feng is awesome!"
"Squad Leader, you're devastatingly handsome!"
"Qin Feng, you are the god in my life!"
"Squad Leader, you're too awesome, you broke the record so easily!"
"Qin Feng, you are the first university student I've led who could hit 100 rings! You really saved face for me!"
... **CHAPTER 78**
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