Return of the Soldier King

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"Oh."

Lin Qingwan felt Ye Fei hugged herself from behind, and subconsciously adjusted his lower body posture.

"Hold the gun in your right hand, and the position of the tiger's mouth is stuck to the back of the gun handle. The palm should be as close as possible to the gun handle. The index finger should be relaxed. When not shooting, don't put it on the trigger. Put it on the trigger ring to prevent fire.

Lin Qingwan was held by Ye Feihuan, and felt his warm nose blowing on his cheek, the fawn in his heart bumped into his heart, how could he learn these essentials, and he had been messing around for a long time, but fortunately, Ye Fei was tireless of his guidance, and finally set it up Correct posture of holding the gun.

"Very good, the next is the left hand. The thumb between the left and right thumb is parallel to each other. Hold the right hand firmly with the grip of the gun. Use both hands evenly. Adjust properly according to the feedback when shooting. Try to avoid recoil and move the muzzle to the upper left. Fang push. "

Ye Fei guided the next action: "Okay, straighten your arms, don't bend, and don't be stiff. Use your forearms to drive your forearms. Do you see the gap in front of you? Sight, gap, and sight line up and align Bullseye. "

After all, Lin Qingwan was slow for the first time, following Ye Fei's instructions.

"Aimed, can you pull the trigger?"

Lin Qingwan asked. .

Ye Fei nodded and said, "Take a deep breath. Don't spit it out, and then pull the trigger. As much as possible, don't let your breathing affect your shooting accuracy."

Lin Qingwan took a deep breath, then narrowed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

After the gunshots sounded, Lin Qingwan was shooting for the first time after all. The recoil pushed her back slightly, and Ye Fei standing behind her quickly helped her.

At this time, Lin Qingwan was held in his arms by Ye Fei.

Lin Qingwan's little face flew a little bit of Hongxia, struggling for a moment, quickly stood firm, and whispered sideways: "Thank you."

Ye Fei lifted Lin Qingwan up, let go of the hand that hit her shoulder, and did n’t have to walk to the target to see it. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he could clearly see the target paper 25 meters away. There was a bullet mark in the lower right corner. "Yes, you hit the target the first time you shoot. You are very talented in shooting."

"Ah? Hit?"

Lin Qingwan couldn't believe it. When she saw the bullet marks on the target paper with her eyes raised, she smiled lightly: "What talent do I have, isn't it because you teach well?"

Next, Lin Qingwan fired a few more shots, but this time he did not fall, but all missed the target. Her expression was a bit discouraged: "What's going on, why is it so difficult!"

Originally thought that shooting would be a very simple matter, not to mention that the target position was so close, Lin Qingwan felt that he was already aiming accurately, but did not expect the bullet to be far from the target position.

Lin Qingwan was arrogant and arrogant. She did not want to fall behind others. Her successive failures made her a little angry.

"Do you know where the problem is?" Ye Fei came over.

Lin Qingwan shook his head and frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubts: "I've done what you said, but why can't be sure?"

Ye Fei smiled and said, "Your biggest problem is being too anxious. Shooting is not a simple matter. And, you are too nervous. The bullet hits the target, not you. I don't understand that you are What are you nervous about? The first thing you want to do is to learn to relax your body first. Take a deep breath, hold your gun, aim at the target, and shoot! The whole process is so simple! "

After Ye Fei came up, he stretched out his hands and held Lin Qingwan's slim waist.

Feeling that big pair of hands caressed his waist, Lin Qingwan's delicate body shook slightly, and quickly wanted to step forward to avoid it.

Ye Fei frowned, his voice was cold: "I'm just correcting your mistakes, this posture is normal, don't think about it."

Lin Qingwan's footsteps, white beak teeth lightly chewed on her lips, and some cheeks appeared on her cheeks, but in the end she did not avoid any more, but snuggled in Ye Fei's arms in an ambiguous posture.

"Don't be nervous, the more nervous you are, the more you will be inaccurate. The lower limbs should be stable and the upper body should be relaxed when shooting. If your body is too tight and your body is tight, it will not only cause inaccurate but also like Just pushed back by the recoil like that. "

After a pause, Ye Fei patted Lin Qingwan ’s slender waist: "From here, the entire upper limb should be kept relaxed, like a spring, so that you can adjust your body state in time under the effect of recoil, so that it will not appear. Do you understand the situation of dumping backwards? "

Hearing Ye Fei, Lin Qingwan bit her lower lip and nodded.

Although wearing military uniform, Lin Qingwan can clearly feel the warmth from Ye Fei's two hands.

Lin Qingwan has not been in contact with Ye Fei for a long time. From the initial disgust, contempt, and admiration to the present, if Lin Qingwan does not have a little affection for Ye Fei, an excellent man, then it must be a lie.

But Ye Fei has already said that it was just to help her correct the mistakes and make her don't think about it. At this moment, Lin Qingwan is not easy to say anything. She can only blush and nod gently.

"Try again."

Ye Fei's hands did not leave Lin Qingwan's slim waist.

Lin Qingwan took a light breath, raised the gun and aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger, but the gun was obviously absent-minded.

With a bang, Ye Fei's powerful dynamic vision captured the bullet's trajectory, as before, without hitting the target.

Ye Fei frowned slightly and pinched the tight skin on Lin Qingwan's waist: "Relax, don't be tight."

Lin Qingwan's body shivered slightly, shyly suppressing the strange feeling that appeared in his heart and said a little shyly: "You ... I can't relax like you."

To be honest, this feeling of being gently rubbed by a man stroking his waist and limbs was too much for Lin Qingwan. If the other party was not Ye Fei, she would have slapped it. Now Lin Qingwan can only endure desperately.

"Eh, Ye Fei, what's the matter with you! Obviously I want to point me at the marksmanship, why don't you come and point me, I have been helping Sister Qing Wan, you are too partial!"

Murong fired a few shots with unsatisfactory results, turned his head and stared at Ye Fei angrily.

"Ye Fei, you want to help Murong. I'll be familiar with the performance of this gun."

Lin Qingwan took the opportunity to pull Ye Fei apart, and then took a long breath.

Ye Fei walked to Murong and said, "You shoot first, let me see."

Murong heard the words and took a shot. The bullet scraped the edge of the target and flew away.

"Hey, how is that again!"

Murong sighed. The target didn't look far away. She thought she was aiming accurately, but she just missed it.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sowhat kind of marksmanship, I dare not compliment! If you encounter a gangster kidnapping hostage, you must shoot at the hostage, maybe you can hit the gangster.”

Ye Fei sneered mercilessly.

"Ye Fei, you're enough! Why are you so gentle with Sister Qing Wan and sneered at me. I'm sorry for you!"

Murong cried dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay. I will make it difficult for me to point you as a stupid policewoman."

When Ye Fei talked to Murong, he was very relaxed and could make jokes casually. Anyway, he already knew that Murong would not be angry.

"Did you worry that the muzzle will cause the bullet to move up when the bullet is fired, so you involuntarily lowered the muzzle when firing?"

Ye Fei asked.

Murong thought for a while and nodded slowly: "It seems like this."

"This kind of thinking is wrong! In fact, the bullet has already been fired when the muzzle is lifted, so the inertia of the muzzle when shooting will not cause the bullet to move up, that is to say, how to aim, do not aim at it. To depress the muzzle, do you understand what I mean? "

Ye Fei said.

Murong said slightly, "I understand, then I will try again?"

"Well." Ye Fei nodded.

Murong took a light breath, relaxed his upper limbs, raised his gun to aim, and then pulled the trigger decisively with his eyes narrowed!

'boom! ’

The bullet hit and Murong looked nervously at the target in the distance.

"Seven Rings!" A target sound came from across the street.

"Haha, this is my true strength! Ye Fei, you are awesome, your eyes are as bright as a torch, and you can see what my problem is!"

Murong's body was stunned, and the next moment was a high jump. With a look of excitement, he reached out and patted towards Ye Fei.

Ye Fei's mouth hung with a faint smile and raised her hand gently.

"You don't have a lot of problems, and the shooting action is very standard. As long as you practice hard, you will definitely become the premier sharpshooter of the police."

Ye Fei commented.

Ye Fei's praise gave Murong infinite confidence. She nodded heavily and waved her fist seriously, "I will definitely do it!"

Then Murong turned his head to aim the gun and started her shooting practice.

Ye Fei looked at the policewoman in front of her eyes, her lips slightly upturned, a little smile appeared, and nodded approvingly.

To be honest, when first contacting Murong, Ye Fei did not like her. Because Ye Fei felt that Murong was a little reckless and stern, not suitable for being a policeman.

But now it seems that Murong's character is also very good. The police, especially the criminal police, are exposed to the darkest side of society. If there is no cheerful personality, it is easy to get stuck. After a long time, the psychology will be out. problem.

Murong's optimistic and cheerful personality, at least do not have to worry about this issue.

Murong practiced the gun, Lin Qingwan rested at the side, Ye Fei walked to a target position, took out the 92 type pistol, withdrew the magazine and replaced it with a new one, raised the gun with one hand and aimed at the 25m half-length target in the distance His eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled the trigger, but did not pull it, and then put the muzzle down.

Then Ye Fei raised the muzzle, then lowered it, and did it several times.

Lin Qingwan looked strange in the back and said, "Ye Fei, why don't you shoot?"

"I'm looking for feeling."

Ye Fei replied casually.

Ye Fei's gunman of this level has reached the peak of his understanding and skills of firearms. The only thing that affects his performance is the state.

When the state is good, it is naturally a hundred hits, and the state is not good, there will be a little deviation.

Adjusting the state to find the feeling, in addition to taking a deep breath and keeping the body relaxed, the most common is in-brain simulation.

In the shooting arena of the Olympic Games, it is also common to see competitors holding up their guns and aiming down such similar movements. They are also performing in-brain simulations to guess the trajectory of the bullets, and then adjust their bodies to the best state. .

"Huh, look for the feeling? I don't think you will feel it anymore! Ye Fei, I heard that you are a sharpshooter, how is it, is it enough to compare with me?"

At this time, suddenly a voice rang around Ye Fei, a handsome mixed-race young man with curly hair and a three-dimensional face like a sculpture, but a pair of eyes with a dark color. One of the criminal police.

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