Abyss Express

"I am ready."

Jiang Xueming nodded and raised his hands, waiting for the next instruction from the shooting coach.

"Hey..." Mr. Liu seemed hesitant to speak—to be honest, at first he didn't take Bu Liuxing's inexplicable urgent invitation to heart at all.

Ah Xing is often whimsical and makes some inexplicable requests.

Including this time, the young master moved his mouth lightly and called out big names from various fields in the area to come to this place.

Just to give Jiang Xueming a physical test?

If it weren't for the relationship of Ah Xing's mother, the three teachers present would feel unreasonable in the face of such outrageous demands for sudden overtime.

But just now, Jiang Xueming's meticulous expression and calm and solemn attitude when dismantling and assembling the firearms changed Mr. Liu's attitude.

When looking at the young man, Mr. Liu remembered how many students looked like when they first entered the police academy. They were all like this, as if they had a certain mission on their shoulders, full of vigor and vitality.

All this made Teacher Liu feel that it is necessary to take this commission seriously.

"Play with him as you like." Teacher Li yelled from the side: "As long as Young Master Xing is satisfied."

Teacher Liu completely ignored the old friend's cynicism, took out the MOLLE system from the weapon bag, and helped Xueming put it on.

"Mr. Xueming, let's go, come with me to the running field."

"Should I get familiar with this shooting range first?" Jiang Xueming put on his equipment.

Teacher Liu pushed open the short fence at the entrance of the shooting range: "You are very smart."

Xue Ming followed closely behind the other party: "I saw it at the shooting club."

Teacher Liu trotted all the way, leading Xueming in the complicated and narrow path.

"Look, we're only going to run once. Remember as much as you can, and we're going to shoot at these targets later."

"good."

"The test and training project is the simplest CQB entry shooting, the full name is"

Jiang Xueming replied: "Close Quarter Battle, indoor close quarters battle."

"Don't interrupt the teacher's speech, student Jiang." Teacher Liu led the way in front, and ordered the students behind him, but his expression was very happy: "Although what you said is correct, it is to simulate street fighting in buildings and residential buildings and other complex environments. Quick reaction close quarters combat. But not every fight that happens indoors is called CQB."

Walk through six rooms with complex environments and different target heights, and then a large straight road with four windmill targets on both sides.

"Jiang Xueming, here are sixteen indoor human-shaped targets, three groups of fixed targets, three in each group, four groups of windmill runner targets in different sizes, eight in each group, with rushing slopes and downhills, emergency stops and right angles. Get close to the target. There are fifty-seven targets in total, do you remember?"

"remember."

"How much do you remember?"

When the two ran back to the entrance of the shooting range.

Jiang Xueming said, "I remember everything."

"Remember everything?" Teacher Liu's eyes widened, and his blood pressure went up: "You think it over before you talk! This place has just been renovated, and CQB training is very dangerous. Although the shooting compartments are all solid wood walls, some places are still buried. If you hit the steel bar, you miss the shot, and the bullet will bounce when you hit it, so don’t hurt yourself.”

"Thank you teacher for your concern." Jiang Xueming smiled: "But I did remember everything."

"Remember everything, remember everything." Teacher Liu frowned, said nothing, packed up his gun and magazines, and muttered in a low voice: "Young people know how to be stubborn. This is my first time running here. If you don’t remember it all, you will remember it all.”

Old Liu didn't say much, and told Xueming kindly, "Each target is only shot once, regardless of whether it hits or not. I'll say it again, be careful, I didn't bring a bulletproof vest and helmet, you Don't hurt yourself."

"Okay, thank you teacher." Jiang Xueming followed suit and packed up the equipment with Teacher Liu.

The Sig Sauer P220 has only eight rounds of ammunition, and the extended expansion box can only hold ten rounds of ammunition.

For fifty-seven targets, Mr. Liu prepared seven expansion magazines, three of which were put in the girdle plate bag, and the remaining four were hung in front of the MOLLE shield on the chest.

There are two advantages to doing this.

In the complex environment in the first half, when changing bullets, he only needs to take out the magazines one by one from the waistband on the left hand side to complete the reloading action, and will not be hindered by the narrow environment.

In the second half of the ramp shooting, after the waist magazine is used up, it will not hinder him from climbing up and down the slope. The chest hanging plate is closer to the gunner and can be replaced faster.

In order to prevent the magazine from falling out during fast movement, Teacher Liu prepared 70 rounds of ammunition even though there were only 57 targets.

Jiang Xueming’s SVI Infiniti is originally a competitive pistol. The magazine with the expanded bottom bracket can carry 23 rounds. He only needs to carry three magazines to complete the whole shooting, which is three times less than Mr. Liu. The three magazines can be placed on the chest without hanging on the waist. The SVI grip has a magazine guide well, and the reloading time will be shorter.

Leaving aside the ergonomic design of other firearms - this is the most intuitive firearm performance gap between 5,000 dollars and 1,500 mosquitoes.

In order not to lose the face of Meteor, the coach took great pains in the arrangement of this shooting test.

Teacher Li sat in front of the monitor, looked at the cameras in each isolation room, and was about to press the timer.

"Ready?"

Jiang Xueming also posted it, wanting to see the teacher's demonstration.

"Ready."

"start!"

A refreshing siren sounded.

During the surveillance, Mr. Liu broke into the first room, barely stopped, opened fire while walking, and entered the next room.

There are occasional pauses in the reloading action, and there are often misjudgments about how much ammunition is left.

But he's fast, very fast.

Without any intention of stopping, we walked through the small rooms in the narrow corridors, keeping moving while hitting the target.

You can hear very heavy breathing from the closed-circuit TV. It is very difficult to hold your breath while shooting and moving quickly. For players who run the field for the first time and start shooting directly the second time, this group of CQB sports is by no means light Things that can be done with ease.

When rushing down the slope, they could hear Mr. Liu's panting neighing from his chest, lungs and throat from the crackling gunshots.

There was a clanging sound from the windmill targets one by one.

The final score was two minutes and forty-four seconds.

Fifty-seven targets, fifty-three hits, four misses.

In the second half of the round, Mr. Liu seemed to have little physical strength left, and it was difficult to maintain concentration. Those little targets that follow the wheels of the windmill are hard to hit.

Old Liu panted heavily, and ran back to the entrance with a red face.

"Hoo hoo. I'm dying, I have to smoke less in the future. How about hoo? Lao Li? Are your grades okay?"

Teacher Li smiled: "The treasured sword is not old yet."

"It can be faster." Teacher Liu saw the numbers on the timer and the scoreboard: "It's the first time, I didn't remember the positions of a few targets clearly, so it's inevitable that I'm a bit unfamiliar. This broken gun still jams, which is really bad luck. "

"It's your turn, kid!" Old Liu leaned on his knees, took a bottle of Coke, and said to Jiang Xueming, "Be careful. Be careful."

Teacher Li turned around and said: "Safety first, it's not bad if you can finish this road, it's very difficult. Are you ready?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xueming stood by with a gun, "Ready."

"Three, two, one."

"start!"

The whistle sounded again.

The three coaches at the entrance of the shooting range heard the continuous roar of gunfire from the 5.4-inch barrel of the Infiniti.

Lao Liu was still resting, and just finished drinking half of the Coke, Teacher Li went to the toilet to put some water.

Jiang Xueming rushed all the way back to the entrance from the ramp, and tapped the big red button of the timer.

The final time of the timer is.

One minute and forty-four seconds.

Teacher Li had just returned to the CCTV and was about to say hello to Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu stared at the TV screen with a demented face, without saying a word, as if he had seen a ghost.

Only the fitness trainer, who was a meteor, turned his head and took a few more glances.

Xue Ming pulled out the magazine, ejected the remaining eleven bullets, and listed them on the table.

Pull the sleeve, eject the last bullet left in the gun chamber, just like last time, before the bullet was thrown away by the shell catcher, he grabbed it back tightly in his hand.

Primer down, bullet up.

After finishing these things, he finally let out a long breath. His face became pale, and he only took a breath and ran the whole distance.

It's like when a battle is over and he is completely disarmed, he has time to relax and take a breath.

"Is this kid beating around? He went in and ran around and then came out?" Teacher Li finally understood what happened, and asked Lao Liu in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Old Li, look at the scoreboard and the video before talking, don't insult me, you say he is fighting randomly?" Old Liu asked Coach Li: "Looking at his timing of reloading, it's like using the target as an imaginary enemy. , The CQB game does not limit the timing of reloading, but his two reloading actions are all after clearing the target of the current scene, or after confirming that he is in a bunker, he starts reloading——

——Look at the technology of this group of axle-loaded locking guns.

—Look at this cut to the action of triangle shooting.

——When reloading, none of the magazines had any extra ammunition left. In such a strenuous exercise, he counted the ammunition clearly.

——Fifty-seven shots were shot, you said he was a random beating? He is not fighting randomly, I think he came prepared. "

Mr. Li is just a professional fighting coach, and he half-understands: "Aren't you kidding me? He is a minute faster than you? Is the gun we prepared for him too easy to use?"

"Yes. We're a full minute behind. It's his first time touching an Infiniti. No matter how easy the gun is, it won't be so far behind." Old Liu turned around and asked Jiang Xueming cautiously: "Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

"Teacher, I still have a few questions, and I want to ask you for advice." Jiang Xueming skipped the link of naming names: "Just now I couldn't find a space to take a breath at all, because I entered this kind of environment for the first time. As soon as I catch my breath, my concentration will drop, and I only have one chance to shoot, and it is impossible to guarantee that I will miss it.”

Old Liu couldn't understand, this is a knowledge blind spot in sports shooting competitions: "Huh? You can't breathe because of this?"

"Yes." Jiang Xueming held his chest and lungs, feeling very uncomfortable - this intense anaerobic exercise had accumulated lactic acid on his body, and it would take about ten minutes to recover.

But he was still reluctant, and grabbed Teacher Liu and came to the front of the video.

He pointed to several frames in the video and played them in a loop for an instant.

"I was very awkward when I fired at this corner, and I wanted to learn your gun movement, but our heights were different, and the situation at the time was also different. I want to know why you can hit the target without aiming. In the surveillance , I can see clearly, you didn't aim with your eyes."

"There is another problem. In this room, you fired one more bullet. It was supposed to be one bullet for a good target, but you shot two. I know, that's the Mozambique shooting method. The chest and torso should be shot first. The target stops moving, and then heads to end the target. Can you teach me more? I can only use one or two of the gun stances. There should be many scenes that can be used in this group of actions. How should I tilt my shoulders and neck to adjust the angle of aiming? "

"Oh." When Lao Liu heard these words, he seemed to be teaching his students, "About aiming, if you know a little about the axis of the gun, in fact, the target at that distance does not need to be aimed. Our arms and torso are like straight Rulers and compasses, if you don’t pay too much attention to the hit rate, you only need to use your body as a support for the gun to knock down the target at this distance.”

Jiang Xueming was thoughtful: "Is that so? Thank you."

Old Liu scratched his head honestly: "And that. Why did you shoot two bullets at one target and use the Mozambique shooting method? I simply forgot. It will cause intense exercise and brain hypoxia, and you will always be distracted. Sorry, Call me a foul."

Jiang Xueming didn't care about this as a side note.

He just grabbed Mr. Liu and asked non-stop, and then invited the teacher into the shooting range, using these targets as imaginary enemies, and asked about the breathing time of each round of shooting.

This toss is more than half an hour.

Jiang Xueming repeatedly ran more than 20 rounds in the shooting range.

I ran with Lao Liu for another eight rounds.

Old Liu was crying, and when he saw the evil star running back to the entrance, he was still full of energy.

The limit time was shortened to one minute and six seconds, excluding the reloading time, almost one target per second.

"No, no, no! No need to practice, no need." Teacher Liu pleaded bitterly: "I'm hungry, let's go to eat, okay, you are now running all over the shooting clubs in HK, shouting at the venue, probably there is no one Dare to compete with you for medals, are you really human? Humans have limits."

"I don't want a medal." Jiang Xueming asked sincerely: "I think there is a connection between the third corner and the fourth room. I have been looking for opportunities to adjust my gait. The connecting passage between the rooms is awkward to walk. Three steps Too short, and four steps too trivial for me."

"Don't talk about being a hero." Teacher Liu begged, his eyes darkened, as if his mental strength and concentration had been exhausted: "I have been sucked dry by you, I have nothing to teach you, really. The next thing Road, you have to go by yourself. Shooting guns is like martial arts, you have to have your own martial arts, we will be mentors and apprentices, don't you always think about black-haired people sending white-haired people, okay? Little, I don’t want this appearance to become a legacy.”

"But." Jiang Xueming still felt that it was not enough.

"Just let him go." Teacher Li was watching the fun, with a smile on his face: "The bullets are all gone, not only he was sucked dry by you, but also his weapon bag was sucked dry by you." .”

Old Liu quietly said to Teacher Li: "This young man is very evil, do you think you can escape?"

"Tch..." Teacher Li disdainfully said, "Can your physique be compared with a martial arts practitioner like me? He has been running with you for so long, I don't believe he still has the strength to deal with me later, hehe."

Old Liu was aggrieved at first, and then he gritted his teeth: "Li Zongzhu! You are now! How despicable!"

Jiang Xueming caught a glimpse of the titanium coating on the SVI barrel, which had started to blacken from prolonged continuous shooting.

He still didn't give up and wanted to continue to become stronger, otherwise how would he go to the station to get the certificate of armed employees? How to deal with armadillo hunters?

Seeing Teacher Liu's frightened expression, Xue Ming finally sighed.

"ε=(ο｀*))) Well, then make an appointment next time?"

Old Liu seemed relieved from the death threat, and quickly agreed with a smile.

"Next time! Next time!"