Chapter 218

eadx(); AMR-2 is a big gun, but holding it in the hands of the broad and strong Yang Zhengdong, he felt petite. He folded the butt of the gun, held the handlebar in one hand, and lifted it up, looking relaxed.

Xiong Er looked at his Sao Bao and muttered, "what's so proud of? It's fun to carry a Vulcan gun."

In appearance, AMR-2 is indeed somewhat similar to Barrett cannon. It seems that Yang Guo is a little passionate, and he can't wait to play it right away.

"Don't worry, I'll show you first!" Yang Zhengdong laughed. He took the magazine, loaded it, and then walked to the pit, lying down on the spot. Yang Guo followed him to his back.

Yang Zhengdong explained the precautions while opening the butt and bracket of the gun and propped it firmly on the ground.

"The recoil force of the gun is a little big. Don't bruise your shoulder later." With that, Yang Zhengdong stared at the distant target through the optical sight.

Pull the trigger, Yang Guo heard a "bang", the gun sat back, and a bullet shot out. There is no imagined loud noise when shooting. The noise treatment of this gun is very good!

Pull the gun, change the target, and empty the magazine. Only then did Yang Zhengdong reluctantly stand up. The result of loading Kung Fu has been hit on the LED screen overhead. At a distance of 1000 meters, all five shots hit the bull's-eye! Worthy of being a soldier of the special combat brigade!

"Come and try!" Yang Zhengdong lay on the ground, adjusted the gun, made room, and said to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo's hands had long been hungry and thirsty. Hearing Yang Zhengdong's words, he was very excited to go up, and whether the ground was dirty or not, he fell down.

"Hold it here..." Yang Zhengdong was nearby, teaching hand in hand.

When Yang Guo learned how to grasp the gun, Yang Zhengdong picked up a single tube of glasses and observed.

"Wind speed..." before he finished, Yang Guo pulled the trigger.

The gunfire echoed in the shooting range, and the target did not move. Yang Zhengdong was stunned. Yang Guo felt that the recoil of the sniper gun was really bigger than expected. Before, when playing games on the computer, there was no concept of recoil. Just aim and shoot. Now, the muzzle of the gun shook, the gun recoiled, and the butt of the gun hit Yang Guo's shoulder. Rao is Yang Guo's body, and he also felt a little painful.

"Missed?" Yang Guo saw that the target he aimed at was still there, which was very different from the scene where Yang Zhengdong just shot and fell. He asked a little uneasily.

"Sniper guns are not aimed at three o'clock!" Yang Zhengdong said some speechless, "I just haven't finished speaking, you shot, of course, you can't hit!"

"Don't pull the bolt yet, listen to me." Yang Zhengdong patiently told Yang Guo about the impact of wind speed, gravity and so on on bullets, and taught him how to adjust it.

i see! Yang Guo suddenly realized that playing sniper gun in reality is a different concept from playing on a computer, and the playing method is different at all!

After looking at the behemoth in his hand, Yang Guo thought to himself, "even brother Yang Zhengdong, he can't play sniper and jump sniper. That's bullshit!"

Pack up your mood, Yang Guo pulled the bolt of the gun, withdrew the cartridge case, and then aimed again. Yang Guo adjusted the aiming position according to the wind speed and distance according to Yang Zhengdong's small skills, and slowly aimed for a long time before aiming.

"I should be able to hit it this time!" Yang Guo didn't dare to say that he could hit the bull's-eye, but he still felt that he had already aimed at it like this. Is it still OK to hit the target?

shoot! I was hit on the shoulder again.

But looking back, the target was still standing there. Yang Guo was a little crazy. He hit a target of 500 meters! Compared with Yang Zhengdong's one kilometer target, it's half the distance, but why didn't you touch it?

"When you shot, you didn't control it well." Yang Zhengdong explained, "the muzzle of the gun shook slightly upward. You know, the sniper gun will deviate by several meters or even more when it reaches the target with a little angle deviation."

Come again! Yang Guo doesn't believe this evil!

Pull the gun again and aim. This time, Yang Guo took longer. Even when he shot, he held his hand tightly to prevent it from shaking. We have reached this point. Can we hit it anyway?

I think so, but the reality is very cruel. After the gun was fired, the target still stood there, laughing.

"Don't grip too hard. If you grip too hard, your muscles will be stiff. You should think about that degree yourself." Yang Zhengdong said, "there is also the need to adapt to recoil, which is also one of the reasons why you can't hit."

Yang Guo also knew the trouble of recoil. Every time, he had to make his shoulder numb, and then the gun could not be controlled well.

Empty two magazines. In the end, Yang Guo still failed to hit the target.

Xiong San wiped the sweat exposed by the afternoon sun and thought, "it's fun. Guns don't work. If everything behaves unexpectedly, it's really a demon!"

After Yang Guo stood up, he Wenzhuo smiled and patted him on the shoulder, comforted him and said, "snipers are fed by a large number of bullets. It's normal for you to touch the gun for the first time. Moreover, AMR-2 is very difficult to control. You ask Xiong Da about them, and they can't fight well."

Yang Guo knew that his eldest brother was comforting himself. Even if the soldiers of the special combat brigade were not top-notch in playing sniper guns, they would not lose all ten bullets like him. His discomfort is actually a psychological gap. He used to play games in front of the computer. A sniper gun was superb by him. As a result, he changed the real gun and couldn't even hit the target! Suddenly from a god like existence to an out and out rookie, it really tastes bad.

AMR-2 Yang Guo didn't continue to play. He Wenzhuo replaced him with a smaller caliber 88 sniper rifle. With such a large recoil, AMR-2, Yang Guo hasn't been trained. After playing for a long time, it is estimated that he will have to apply medicine to his shoulder tomorrow.

Yang Guo, a small caliber sniper rifle, couldn't play well. He hit two magazines with 20 bullets, and one bullet hit the target. It was too striking! Yang Guo couldn't hit the fixed target well, and he Wenzhuo simply didn't mention the mobile target.

Yang Guo on the sniper gun failed to continue the myth that he had been creating miracles, while Yang Guo still didn't play well in the automatic rifle.

"Slow down, slow down!" He Wenzhuo helplessly shouted in Yang Guo's ear. The type 95 automatic rifle was used as a machine gun in Yang Guo's hand. When the trigger was pulled, it stopped. The bullets in a magazine shook and poured out, but the edge of the target was not touched.

"Don't hit in a row, shoot, bullets come one by one!" He Wenzhuo's mouth was dry, but Yang Guo's body was a little stiff when he touched the automatic rifle, and he was really rotten!

Finally, he Wenzhuo gave up, and he couldn't teach, so he let himself play.

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