Firepower is king

Gao Guang really couldn't understand why a person who combined strength and speed and had extremely fast movement could not shoot accurately.

Even if you don't have much talent, you can't become a top shooter. This is easy to understand, but if you can practice your marksmanship to the level of an ordinary person, there shouldn't be a problem.

So now we need to understand what Fang Zhenwu means when he says that his marksmanship is too bad.

"If you are shooting with a rifle, just use a 200-meter target. How many rings can you hit with ten shots?"

Fang Zhenwu thought for a while and said very embarrassedly: "It's hard to say. One shot may be able to cover ten rings, but the next shot will miss the target. The approximate number based on statistics should be thirty or forty rings."

The 200-meter target can hit thirty or forty rings, which is indeed below average, but not extremely bad.

"What about a hundred meters?"

"Well, it should still look like thirty or forty rings."

"A little further, fifty meters. Have you ever counted the shooting at fifty meters?"

"It's probably still at the level of thirty or forty rings."

Gao Guang is speechless. If you are a recruit who has just joined the army and is shooting for the first time, your ability to shoot thirty rings at fifty meters will be relatively poor. But after practicing for a while, you can always shoot sixty or seventy rings because of this distance. The test is not talent, but the mastery of basic movements. As long as you know how to aim and coordinate your body, it is really not difficult to pass the game.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult for Fang Zhenwu to perform so stably regardless of distance.

"It's very easy to shoot a gun. Why can't you shoot accurately? It stands to reason that you should have very good control over your muscles. As long as your movements are accurate, it shouldn't be like this. How about using a pistol?"

Fang Zhenwu sighed softly and said, "Have you seen the pistol before? If I could shoot the pistol accurately, I would definitely not be the one lying here today."

"How many rings can you make during pistol shooting practice?"

Fang Zhenwu thought for a while and said: "A ten-meter target can hit ninety rings, a twenty-meter target can hit eighty rings, and a fifty-meter target depends on God's will, but it cannot be used in actual combat because it has to be shot very slowly and has to move. It’s very slow. If I shoot too fast, it’s useless. About seven or eight out of ten shots will miss the target. That means I can only stand and aim slowly, and I’ll be dead if I move.”

"So how do you feel when you're actually shooting?"

"I just feel like the gun is superfluous and has nothing to do with my movements. I just want to throw it away."

"Have you ever seen a professional shooting instructor? Can anyone figure out what your problem is?"

Fang Zhenwu said without hesitation: "I know a lot of good shooters, but they can't tell me anything. I even looked for a professional shooting coach. People said that my muscle memory is too strong. When I shoot, My entire movement trajectory is incompatible with shooting, that’s what it means anyway.”

"Is it because the kung fu is too strong that it affects the accuracy of shooting? Although it is unreasonable, it is very interesting. I think you may have encountered some obstacles and failed to break through, or there is something wrong with your shooting method. I will hire a professional shooter for you later. Coach, maybe he can correct it for you."

Fang Zhenwu sighed: "I've looked for a professional shooting instructor, but it's no use."

"What instructor?"

"Well, a master shooter, a sniper, who teaches shooting to new recruits in the Iraqi army."

"That's okay. The majors I'm talking about are not at the same level as you. Just like the table tennis coach who teaches primary school students is a coach, and the coach who teaches the national team is also a coach."

Fang Zhenwu said with a fascinated look on his face: "That's it, then maybe my problem can be cured?"

"Well, this is all for the future. What matters now is whether you are willing to have sex with me."

Fang Zhenwu said cautiously: "Uh, can you give me a call? I want to make a call and talk first."

Gao Guang thought for a while and said, "Do you want to talk to Mustafa first and ask him what he means?"

Fang Zhenwu nodded lightly and said: "I know there is a future in following you, but I can't just run away without saying a word, let alone me like this..."

Looking down at himself slightly, Fang Zhengwu sighed: "I'm so injured that I won't be able to move for a while. If I want to move, I'll have to wait for a while."

After a thoracotomy, even if Fang Zhenwu recovers quickly, it will take three months to fully recover.

Gao Guang thought for a while and said: "Your injury will take a long time to heal, but there is no need to rush you to do anything. I am very patient. If you want to say hello to Mustafa now, this is also what you should do. It's really not appropriate to run away without saying a word, so why don't you give him a call."

Fang Zhenwu looked melancholy and whispered: "Well, I have to think about how to say it. Alas, this is not easy to say. I have to think about it carefully."

Gao Guang took out the satellite phone and said, "There's nothing to think about. Use my mobile phone to call him. Call him now."

Fang Zhenwu looked stunned and said, "How about I tell him in private."

Gao Guang shook his head and said: "No, you call him now, and then I will say a few words to him, don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you, I will find face for you, and also for Mustafa." To save face, believe me, if you make this call to him, he will jump with joy."

General Fang Zhenwu was doubtful, but he still said softly: "Then... okay."

"Say the number and I'll call."

Fang Zhenwu reported a phone number and Gao Guang dialed it. Then he put the phone directly to Fang Zhenwu's mouth and turned on the speakerphone.

After a while, the call was connected. A person weakly spoke a few words in Kurdish, but Fang Zhenwu said in English with a tangled look on his face: "Boss, I am Fang, and I am not dead."

There was no sound on the other side of the phone, and Fang Zhenwu whispered: "Boss, did you hear it?"

Gao Guang took the phone back, and then he said directly: "Is it Mustafa? I'm a mad dog."

"ah!"

There was a low voice immediately on the phone, and a moment later, a person said in a British accent: "Hello, Mad Dog."

Gao Guang said slowly: "You are lucky because you once saved Mr. Fang. Otherwise, there would be no Qasim family anymore, only the Qasim family of Ace Ace's associates."

Mustafa was speechless for a long time. After a long time, he stammered: "Mr. Mad Dog, haven't we already reached an agreement? The money has been compensated in place. The remaining part, the remaining part, The handover will be completed soon, I... there are no new problems between us, right?"

Gao Guang said lightly: "Don't you understand? Because Mr. Fang and I have known each other for a long time, so for Mr. Fang's sake, you have the opportunity to spend money to buy Ping An. Otherwise, we will lose the property of the Qasim family." Get it yourself.”

Although everything is over, it doesn't stop Gao Guang from using Fang Zhenwu to show off his face again.

Besides, there is still a long time to come. Gao Guang does not need to turn enemies into friends with the Qasim family, but if someone in the Qasim family is smarter, they should look for opportunities to gain access to Gao Guang.

Now isn't this giving Mustafa a chance? Gao Guang gave Fang Zhenwu a face and stretched out his legs for Mustafa to hold. Mustafa had to thank Fang Zhenwu for finding him this opportunity.

You can't be too subtle or too tactful with these people, as they won't understand, so Gao Guang's speech became more direct, and Mustafa finally understood Gao Guang's profound meaning.

"Mr. Fang, are you okay? I've been worried about him these past few days."

Fang Zhenwu was stunned as he listened.

Gao Guang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Mr. Fang has said a lot of good things to you. I originally didn't plan to have anything to do with the Qasim family anymore, but for Mr. Fang's sake, I'd better meet you. You Come over today."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Mad Dog. I'm very sorry. I'm in Sulaymaniya now. It will take some time to get there. I'll leave immediately. Where should I go to meet you?"

Gao Guang thought for a moment and said, "I'm at the military base now, and Mr. Fang performed the surgery here. Well, you make this call after you get to Baghdad, and that's it."

The phone was hung up and Gao Guang said to Fang Zhenwu: "You were injured while protecting the Qasim family. Now you have to recuperate. The time is not short. You definitely can't do it alone. You should let Mustafa find it." These people will take care of you."

Fang Zhenwu said in surprise: "Is there something wrong with asking Mustafa to come over?"

"I'm fine. He's fine. Let him send you to the best hospital in Baghdad and let the best doctors treat you. Then I won't have to worry. You can just follow me when you're completely healed. "

Gao Guang said calmly: "This time the Qasim family's vitality has been severely damaged. We have to find a way to regain our strength. Mustafa has to thank you for giving him a chance to meet me, so you don't have to feel uncomfortable." Sorry, just wait and see, Mustafa has to beg you to hang out with me, and if you do it for me, you will be doing him a big favor."

Fang Zhenwu said in astonishment: "But I, I... okay."

"When you get out of the hospital, I will give you a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan after you join the job. There will definitely be dangers in working with me, but I can't let you die. As for the distribution of dividends and spoils, wait until you are discharged from the hospital. Let’s elaborate further.”

Fang Zhenwu nodded subconsciously and said, "Okay, okay."

There are quite a lot of things to do. Gao Guang thought about it and said: "That's it for now. I still have a lot of things to deal with. Someone will send you to another hospital later. I will visit you later. I wish you a speedy recovery. , we’ll talk later.”

There are too many things. Gao Guang has to go to see Dawson. After meeting Dawson, he has to discuss something with Musa. If nothing else happens, Mustafa will have to meet him in Baghdad before night, so Gao Guang wants to express his gratitude. Fang Zhenwu took him seriously and personally transferred him to another hospital, but unfortunately, time did not allow for it.

After leaving Fang Zhenwu's ward, he said hello to the hospital and told the hospital that someone would pick up Fang Zhenwu from the hospital today. After Gao Guang called John, he finally couldn't help his excitement and said: "Man, let me tell you Good news, Chen Jinjun’s real name is Fang Zhenwu, and he is already a member of the King’s Defense Department. Once you recover from your injuries, you can come to Baghdad to meet your idol, haha.”