Supreme Medicinal God

"What else can I do, students plus doctors..."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "As for the matter of touching the gun, do instructor Nie think that I have other channels besides military training to get the gun?"

Ye Feng didn't flick Nie Qingwu's words. He did touch the gun before, but they were all the kind of small pistols. This kind of eighty-two bar was the first time to get started.[Latest chapter reading]

Nie Qingwu thought for a while, and felt that Ye Feng did not touch the gun.

Although it is somewhat unbelievable, it can only be admitted that Ye Feng may indeed have some talents in dismantling guns.

"Okay, the four shifts followed me. The training lasted two hours, and the other teams watched the training."

After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, Nie Qingwu classified the product as a crowd that could not be understood with common sense, and then together with Liu Feng, led the crowd into the shooting range.

Said it is a shooting range, in fact, it is just an open space with vertical target paper.

"Liu Feng, can you explain the essentials of S-strike." After arriving at the shooting range, Nie Qingwu said to Liu Feng.

All the classmates looked at Liu Feng expectantly. Except on TV, they had never seen a real sharpshooter.

"Below, I will give you a practice of S-shock posture, everyone pay attention to it carefully."

Facing the crowd, Liu Feng skillfully loaded ammunition, then turned around quickly, squatted, and shot three shots.

It didn't take long for the gunshots to fall, and a sound came from the target paper 100 meters away: "Three shots and thirty rings!"

Wow!

Hearing the sound of the target, all the people in Class 4 immediately looked at Liu Feng in admiration.

The target paper is not large, and it seems to be very small at a distance of 100 meters, and Liu Feng can score 30 rings without carefully aiming. The name of the sharpshooter is not covered.

"I haven't used this gun for a long time, I'm not used to it..."

Liu Feng's face also showed a sharp face. After the guns returned to their positions, they looked at Ye Feng provocatively: "The sharpshooter is not just a gift. There is a saying in the army that the sharpshooter is fed by bullets. I fight at least twice a year. Only more than 10,000 bullets can maintain the current results."

The smell of gunpowder is very strong...

Ye Feng's mouth twitched and smiled disdainfully.

Although Liu Feng's marksmanship is indeed quite accurate, but if it is really done with his real gun, he can solve the warhead with a flying needle and kill Liu Feng by the way.

"Yan Feng, your talents for dismantling just now are good. It is better for you to give you a demonstration to see how many rings you can play at such a distance."

Seeing Ye Feng's disapproving look, Liu Feng was a little bit fierce in his heart, and Xiao Feng waved at Ye Feng who didn't smile.

"Ye Feng, you try."

Hearing this, Nie Qingwu handed Ye Feng a gun.

She also wanted to frustrate this guy's vigour and stop him from being so arrogant.

In addition, she was also curious. She wanted to see if this guy who touched the gun for the first time, besides disassembling and installing, also had talent in S-strike.

"The target paper is so big, what is the meaning of playing, it is better to move back a bit, so that it is challenging."

Ye Feng sighed, slowly grabbed the gun, and discussed with Nie Qingwu.

Liu Feng's nose is almost crooked, this guy is not young, but he is really big enough.

"How far do you want to fight?" Nie Qingwu was also amused by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng patted the 82 bars, curiously: "What is the effective range of this gun?"

"A single target of four hundred meters, a target of five hundred meters group, still has lethality within two kilometers." Nie Qingwu said skillfully.

Ye Feng nodded calmly and said, "Then a thousand meters will come."

"One thousand meters?!"

Before waiting for Nie Qingwu to speak, Liu Feng sneered: "Do you know that although the eight two bars have lethality within two kilometers, they rely on throwing S kinetic energy. In fact, it is difficult to aim at 500 meters away, The record I have created is only eight hundred meters and ninety rings. How could you hit a thousand meters?"

Nie Qingwu also nodded. Although the killing S course of the 82 bar can reach two kilometers, the trajectory is already an arc after flying out.

Moreover, the eighty-two bar is just an ordinary rifle, not a sniper rifle. Without a sniper mirror, how could it aim at a target that is quasi-kilometer away.

She has also seen many sharpshooters in the army in recent years, but she has never heard of anyone who can hit a target one kilometer away with a bar of 82. The only record is the eight hundred meters and ninety rings created by Liu Feng.

Hearing Liu Feng's explanation and Nie Qingwu's expression, all the students in Class 4 also stared at Ye Feng. Although the boss was fierce, the cowhide seemed to be blown up this time.

"You can't do it, others can't do it. Who stipulated it?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and said casually.

Liu Feng's lungs were about to explode. After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, he sneered: "Okay, you come to hit a thousand meters. I don't want you to shoot ten or ninety rings. As long as you can hit, I will put the cartridge case Eat it all!"

"Ye Feng, don't talk so early. If you can hit the target paper of 100 meters, if you can make a 30 ring, I will let you play it."

Nie Qingwu also smiled, got up and handed Ye Feng a magazine.

"Why don't you believe that some things in this world depend on talent?"

Ye Feng sighed, and after taking the magazine to load, the internal force moved, running to the eyes, and then squatting and holding the gun at will, aiming at the target paper and shooting.

Bang Bang Bang!

With almost no pause, the three shots were released.

"One shot and ten rings, two shots missed the target..." Soon, a target sound came from the target paper.

Liu Feng heard the sound and immediately looked at Ye Feng with disdain, the cowhide blown up...

Nie Qingwu also smiled and shook his head, finally able to frustrate this guy's vigour.

Missing target?

Ye Feng mouth outlined a weird smile.

"Wait, let me check the target paper..."

Just as Nie Qingwu was about to use comfort to suppress Ye Feng’s words, the voice of the target shooter suddenly came from the intercom. After a while, there was a cold airing sound: “Team Nie, I made a mistake, I made all three shots, Thirty rings, and a bullet hole!"

Three shots, thirty rings, and only one bullet hole!

Nie Qingwu instantly widened her eyes and looked at Ye Feng in disbelief.

The disdain on Liu Feng's face also disappeared in an instant, his mouth widened, his face full of wonder.

Playing 30 rings, it can be said that the blind cat met the dead mouse, but the three shots came out of a bullet hole, which is not luck!

Three shots and thirty rings, and only one bullet hole, the boss is really a talented sharpshooter!

The students in Class 4 also immediately changed the object of worship, and looked at Ye Feng with a shocked expression on their faces.

"Is this accurate head shot by our sharpshooter Liu Feng?" At this moment, the target reporter asked.

The sentence fell, and Liu Feng's face suddenly became hot.

The students in the four classes next to them looked at Ye Feng while admiring the great man, but they all looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"Instructor Liu, are you convinced? Some people in this world really can rely on talent to crush other people's efforts!"

Ye Feng spread his hands, watching Liu Feng joking.

It must be the blind cat who met the dead mouse, how could a guy who touched the gun for the first time have such a good result!

Liu Feng's face was pale, and he wanted to defend the glory of his sharpshooter.

After a cold snort, he turned to look at Nie Qingwu and said: "Nie team, give me a chance to move the target paper to a thousand meters away. Today I want to see how he uses talent to crush me!"

(End of this chapter)