Before bringing Zhang Minghao and others to the shooting training hall today, of course Zhou Tianjue had asked Wang Yisheng in advance about pistol shooting skills.
For example, when aiming, you should dare to regain your vision, don't be afraid of the shaking of the gunner when aiming, and be bold and naturally fire when you pull the trigger... Lin Lin always told him a lot of design skills.
But for Wang Yisheng, these skills are his own summary experience or instinct when shooting. He hasn't taught a truly zero-based newcomer for a long time, and Zhou Tianjue is not aimed at becoming a shooting athlete. Yes, it seemed that it was enough to talk to him about these experiences.
Although Zhou Tianjue was ridiculed by Zhang Minghao as a master of human body strokes, he still firmly believed that it was only because he was good at shooting in the game-as for the full set of off-target operations during military training, he was even more stunned. Later, pretend nothing happened.
This time when he came to the shooting gallery, he specifically told Wang Yisheng in advance that he wanted to play with pistols—the technique of air rifles seemed to be more troublesome than pistols. He even had to wear shooting suits to help support or something. Obviously, pistols are easier. ?
Furthermore, the target of a 10-meter air pistol seems to be larger than that of an air rifle!
With this belief in mind, after several days of observation, and after consulting Wang Yisheng about relevant skills, he finally confidently took Zhang Minghao to the shooting training hall and prepared to have a wave together.
At this moment, he was standing at the shooting point with his right hand raised, and according to Wang Yisheng's previous instructions, he quickly pulled the trigger after simply aiming.
"boom."
"Bang, bang."
"Bang, bang, bang..."
When Zhou Tianjue started pulling the trigger for the first time, Wang Yisheng, who was standing not far away, jumped his eyelids, and then finally remembered that the skills he had taught Zhou Tianjue did not seem to be suitable for beginners.
At this moment, Zhou Tianjue had enough courage to shoot, and even his shooting speed was very fast. It was this accurate head...
Wang Yisheng watched Zhou Tianjue's movements dumbfounded. There was really no movement of the target belonging to Zhou Tianjue on the screen of the electronic target monitor beside Zhou Tianjue.
After Zhou Tianjue shot a set of 10 rounds, Zhou Tianjue was still a little bit interested, but he still remembered that he originally planned to compare with Zhang Minghao with 10 rounds per set, so he stopped after he shot 10 rounds. Up the action.
"How about? Brother Wang?"
Zhou Tianjue is a tall man, and he always looks rebellious during the game. At this moment, he played with an air pistol, and in a blink of an eye he looked like a child, which looked very interesting.
"Ahem." Wang Yisheng didn't feel embarrassed to hit him. After thinking about it, he said, "After all, you haven't played with a gun before, and you are not too comfortable with the feeling of holding a pistol..."
Upon hearing the meaning of Wang Yisheng's words, Zhou Tianjue understood. The original excitement of a big dog wagging its tail and erecting its ears immediately became stunned, like a dejected husky.
Not far away, Zhang Minghao shrugged, turned his head and said to Su Zhe and Ye Jun: "How? I'm right? This hapless kid still doesn't recognize the essence of his body stroke master."
Without waiting for Su Zhe and Ye Jun to reply, Zhou Tianjue said bitterly: "You are the master of body stroke! This uncle is not as good as you said!"
Zhang Minghao rolled his eyes: "Then you just hit the target?"
Zhou Tianjue glared: "If I didn't hit, can you hit it? Or try it for you?"
Su Zhe and Ye Jun watched the quarrel between the two, both look funny.
The two guys usually have a very good relationship, but when they play a game and mention Zhou Tianjue's shooting pain, the two can fight each other like elementary school students.
On the other end, Zhou Tianjue saw Su Zhe and Ye Jun, so he said again: "Little Sheep, Brother Ye, can you try it too? I told Brother Wang before that I took you to play together, so I made an appointment to shoot. The team came here during the training gap."
The members of the shooting team were standing on the side in twos and threes, and some walked away and sat down to rest. For them, occasionally watching amateur players come to play shooting is also quite interesting.
There were several members of the shooting team who had participated in the phalanx training with Su Zhe and Zhou Tianjue. When they saw Zhou Tianjue calling Su Zhe, they joined in the fun and laughed and let them try together.
Playing with guns is something that many people are interested in.
When Zhang Minghao, Ye Jun, and Su Zhe came to the shooting training hall with Zhou Tianjue, they guessed that there would be a chance to touch the gun. Of course, they would not pretend to refuse, but thanked them. After the shooting team members, they also got close to Wang Yisheng and listened to Wang Yisheng explain to them the specific use of air pistols.
Seeing that everyone was coming to play, Zhou Tianjue was still not reconciled to the zero target record just now, so he proposed that 4 people can come to a novice competition.
"Hey, since it's a competition, are there any bet rewards and punishments?" Zhang Minghao didn't hesitate to add weight when he heard the word "match", as if he believed that the loser would definitely be Zhou Tianjue.
Zhou Tianjue obviously understood the meaning of Zhang Minghao's words, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Gamble, and whoever loses in today's game is a dog! Those who lose will post a bunch of barks on Weibo!"
? ? ?
Hearing that Zhou Tianjue and Zhang Minghao both quickly placed their bets, Su Zhe and Ye Jun couldn't stop them.
The members of the shooting team obviously heard what the two of them were saying, but this kind of joke bet was innocuous, so the big guys laughed happily and even moved a stool. Began to be the audience of the first men's 10m air pistol competition of the national track and field team.
Wang Yisheng looked at the teammates who watched the excitement around him, and dumbfoundedly took on the role of referees for this shooting contest. In addition, several team members also gathered around a few people, preparing to help Su Zhe and the others. Reading on the spot.
This sudden match, although it was a playful look, but the scene was full of professional athletes, so it also gave a simple competition standard, referring to the standard of the men’s 10-meter air hand and gun, each shooting 6 groups, each group of 10 bullets, the final total number of rounds after the 6 groups of shooting is the final score.
Of course, the time limit of the game will not be as long as the official game. For the four players present, in the eyes of the athletes, it is about the same as Zhou Tianjue just now. They will shoot the number of shots in 6 groups in a very short time. It's all finished, so for this, there is no additional timing standard.
Among the 4 people who participated in the'match', except for Zhou Tianjue, who had just tried shooting a group first, the remaining three were people who had not really touched an air pistol in reality, so Wang Yisheng asked several people if they wanted to try first. When the gun was fired, both Zhang Minghao and Ye Jun nodded.
This game is different from the previous track and field team's military training. The guns used are naturally the standard guns used by the shooting team in the 10-meter air blast competition, and the target is naturally an electronic target that meets the standards of the International Shooting Federation.
When looking from the side before, Zhang Minghao had complained about the size of this target, but when he was actually standing at the shooting point, looking at the target 10 meters away, his face was blue.
Zhang Minghao turned his head and asked Su Zhe who was touching the gun: "Hey, I said A Zhe, can you see the target 10 meters away clearly?"
Su Zhe turned his head and glanced at the target 10 meters away, then shook his head very honestly: "I can't see clearly."
Zhang Minghao sighed: "Tsk, forget it, today's Weibo, we don't know who is learning how to bark..."
Having said this, Zhang Minghao turned a look of grief and anger on his face.
Among the few people, the one who communicated most smoothly with Wang Yisheng was probably Ye Jun. He was about the same age as Wang Yisheng. The two actually knew each other before. At this moment, Ye Junzheng asked Wang Yisheng about some basic gun shooting postures. , And at the same time asked Wang Yisheng how to aim, including from firing the gun, loading, aiming, and firing, what matters need to be paid attention to, etc., which is considered to be the most serious among the few people asking for advice.
After Wang Yisheng finished instructing everyone, including Zhou Tianjue, everyone tried their hand with guns. In this test shot, Zhou Tianjue accidentally shot on the target, which made his eyes shine immediately and he was excited again. stand up.
When several people tried shooting with air pistols, Su Zhe didn't move much, just holding the gun in his hand, adjusting the position between his mouth and the gun grip.
"A Zhe, why don't you try a gun?" Zhang Minghao saw that Su Zhe didn't shoot, but was always robbing, while standing in front of the shooting point, seeming to be adjusting his posture.
Su Zhe didn't say much, just smiled and said, "I'm trying."
Compared to the previous training in the training space, or the last time he played with the gun during the military training of the track and field team, this is the first time he has picked up the air pistol in reality and has to complete a relatively formal 6 Group shooting.
Although this game was full of jokes, Su Zhe was still slightly excited. He couldn't help adjusting his state according to the pistol holding method and the standard shooting stance he mastered in the training space.
Standing on the side, Wang Yisheng, who was helping a few people adjust the shooting posture, showed a slightly surprised expression when he saw Su Zhe's movements. He glanced at his left hand in his trouser pocket and his right hand with a gun. Wang Yisheng felt that Su Zhe's posture was unusually standard and proficient, and it didn't look like a novice at all.
The players in the'audience stand' on the side were also a little surprised when they saw Su Zhe's movements. Although the other three people in the shooting position also received Wang Yisheng's action guidance, Su Zhe and others For the three people, in the proficiency and natural fluency of this shooting stance, the athletes can see a sharp difference at a glance.
"Wipe, Su Zhe looks like a veteran? Has he played with guns before?" At the place where the players gathered, an air rifle athlete turned his head and asked his teammates next to him.
"I haven't heard of it? Wasn't he in the entertainment circle before? I only watched his sprint and 110-meter hurdles competition. Just the amount of training he has on the track and field team, can I have time to play guns?"
The chats among the shooting players naturally did not reach the ears of Zhou Tianjue who were preparing. After about 10 minutes of preparation and test shooting time passed, in order not to waste too much time of the shooting players, this game was very Announced casually.
The players on the field, including the coordinated coach and staff, were very generous about the game. Seeing the game started, everyone smiled and applauded. For this moment, the four people on the field cheered.
At this moment, the four people on the field, except Su Zhe, have quickly raised their hands and started their first round of shooting.
It's a pity that not only Zhou Tianjue, but also Zhang Minghao and Ye Jun, had nothing to do when facing a target 10 meters away that couldn't be seen clearly through squinting.
Pang-bang gunshots kept ringing in the arena, but the athletes who stood beside a few people to help report the count, after 3 people fired 10 shots each, they also occasionally reported a ring 1 and ring 2 The numbers come.
Zhang Minghao and Zhou Tianjue attacked each other after finishing the first set of 10 rounds. They mocked each other as masters of strokes. The only person on the court who really hit the target was the one who seriously asked Wang Yisheng about basic shooting actions before the opening. Ye Jun-but really speaking, he can hit the target, luck also accounts for a big factor.
After a few people took a break and was about to hit the second set of 10 rounds, Zhang Minghao discovered that Su Zhe seemed to have not fired a shot yet. He was about to ask Su Zhe what he was doing, but he did not wait for him to speak. The female shooting team member beside Su Zhe made a silent gesture to Zhang Minghao.
The female team member who stood by Su Zhe and said that he would report the ring count was the participant of the Olympic women's 10-meter air pistol, and a veteran marksman who had won the Olympic gold medal for the national team.
At this moment, she took a few steps back and looked at Su Zhe in front of her. He seemed to be very indifferent, with his body slightly to his side, standing with his feet in a horoscope, his left hand in his pocket, and his right hand holding a gun pointing directly at the target.
His head is facing the position of the electronic target. It is very stable. Unlike some shooters, because the gunman is not in place, he will let his head appear when the gunman is looking for the best shooting point. Shaking.
If everyone was just jokingly saying that Su Zhe’s posture looks very sophisticated, then everyone can’t help but hold their breath and calm down when looking at Su Zhe’s state at this time. Distracting thoughts, the attitude that a shooter should have when concentrating on entering the shooting state.
Although Su Zhe was only playing an air pistol in reality at this time, after he started holding the gun, he instinctively entered the empty shooting range in the system training space and was immersed in shooting training alone. In the state.
The air pistol given to him by the shooting team was of course not the one he was used to in the training space. He rubbed the grip of the pistol before the opening, adjusting it to the most comfortable and natural trigger. Holding the gun posture.
He did not blindly test fire before starting to shoot. When he mastered the training skills instilled by the system in the training space, he was used to getting rid of distracting thoughts and excluding everything around him to another world.
The surrounding noises, gun shots, and even the small discussions of the crowd were no longer in his ears. He calmly raised his right hand, closed his left eye, and looked at the gap on the mandatory scale in his hand with his right eye. Sight to the shooting target point 10 meters away.
In real shooting, athletes do not focus more on the target point, but focus more on the normal relationship between the gun sight and the gap, and the target is on them. In other words, it is the real vague existence.
The sport of shooting, in the real competition field, relies more on the athletes to develop their own shooting feeling through mass practice, rather than relying on eyesight to see the size of the target on the field.
Su Zhe's right hand holding the gun is shaking slightly at this moment-this is a very normal phenomenon, even for an athlete no matter how strong and stable it is, there is no guarantee that his arm will never shake when the arm is raised.
What the shooting athletes have to do is to use their long-term training intuition and instinct to accurately grasp the moment when their front sight is aligned with the highest ring number, and then pull the trigger without hesitation. Let your bullet hit the highest number of rings accurately!
"boom!"
At the moment when no one noticed, Su Zhe pulled the trigger easily and firmly, and the bullet was ejected, touching the electronic target 10 meters away in the blink of an eye.
"Fuck, this posture is very handsome!"
The members of the shooting team expressed their admiration for Su Zhe's shooting posture and action. Amid the clap of applause, everyone looked at Zhan Jingtian who was standing in front of Su Zhe's electronic target monitor.
"Hey, Tiantian, why don't you report the count? Su Zhe's shot was properly targeted, right?"
When Zhan Jingtian heard this, he nodded: "Well, it's on the target."
Next to her, Zhang Minghao heard this, and before he even started shooting the second set, he simply walked to the monitor and looked at the number of targets on the monitor.
?
? ? ?
Zhang Minghao originally thought that Su Zhe had hit the target and it would be fine. It should be one or two rings like Ye Jun, but when he saw the number of rings on the monitor, his eyes widened.
"Wipe, 9th ring?!" Zhang Minghao was stunned, "Su Zhe, is he lucky?"
Soon, he remembered Su Zhe's performance in the military training target shooting, and then muttered: "Oh, no, this guy was a sharpshooter before..."
Without waiting for Zhang Minghao to say a few more words, Su Zhe had already completed the second shot. Soon, as Su Zhe seemed to find the state, his shooting speed became faster and faster.
This game is a rare match for Su Zhe. He really experienced the opportunity to shoot in reality. He was immersed in his own shooting world. From firing the gun, loading to aiming and firing, the whole process was smooth and flowing. Generally, it is his instinct that has been carved into the body after countless firing exercises in the system space.
Beside him, Zhan Jingtian's eyes widened, watching the number of target rings on the monitor continuously jumping up, and he forgot to report the count at all. Wang Yisheng also noticed Su Zhe’s here. Rhythm came over quietly, and after seeing the number of rings on the monitor, he also showed a look of surprise.
What's more surprising than a track team member who shot such a professional high-level ring number in the shooting team training hall?
After Su Zhe started shooting, Zhang Minghao, Zhou Tianjue, and Ye Jun also finished their 6 sets of 60 shots, and then they got behind Su Zhe and stared at the electronic target monitor in a daze.
9.1, 8.3, 8.9, 10.2, 7.9, 8.1...
From the moment he saw Su Zhe’s list of achievements, Zhang Minghao was already a complete buddha. He stabbed Zhou Tianjue with his elbow, and the look in his eyes meant, "How about?" Did you see it? This is the real shooting genius’.
Zhou Tianjue curled his lips and didn't speak, but in the game just now, all of them had tried the 10-meter air pistol. Of course, they knew how difficult it is to achieve Su Zhe's result.
In fact, it was not Zhou Tianjue and the others who were the most shocked. After seeing Su Zhe's ring number data, Wang Yisheng was truly surprised.
For these professional shooting athletes, Su Zhe’s performance is simply unbelievable-this performance is not something that people who have never touched a gun can get, even this performance is a lot of professional athletes. It's hard to reach.
What should this be called?
I thought the big guys would just play around, but the ace player of the track team had a performance comparable to that of a professional shooting team?
"A Zhe's performance is almost up to the level of a professional shooting athlete?" Zhang Minghao exaggerated exaggeratedly.
After hearing these words, Zhan Jingtian and Wang Yisheng looked at each other, and then swallowed what they were about to say with a wry smile.
In fact, don’t look at this result as if it is not as good as some top professional shooting athletes, but it also depends on the shooting time between each shot of other athletes.
After the first few shots, Su Zhe's subsequent shooting speeds were extremely fast. It can be said that to a large extent, he is relying on his own physical proficiency to almost instinctively fire the guns.
In such a fast shooting situation, he can maintain such a high level of performance, which in itself is already a miracle.
After Su Zhe happily shot his own 6 sets of shooting times, he suddenly realized that he accidentally played too much, and even forgot that he was not in the training space, but in the training hall of the shooting team. in.
Recalling his shooting state just now, Su Zhe turned his head a little embarrassed, smiled as natural as possible, and recounted the actor's professional training 10 times in silence.
"Fuck, A Zhe, you are awesome!" Zhang Minghao leaned to his side after seeing Su Zhe put down the gun, took his shoulders, and scanned him up and down with the look of a fairy: " Niubi, after we return home, let's go to the shooting gallery again! Then teach us how to play with guns?"
For the young guys, the sharpshooter is an incredible halo. At this moment, Zhang Minghao spotted the sharpshooter beside him. It was like picking up a treasure again. He decided to look back and hug Su Zhe’s thigh. Let him teach himself how to play guns.
Zhou Tianjue coughed after taking a fake ink stain, saying that Su Zhe would remember to take him with him when that time comes.
After seeing that Su Zhe had finished 6 sets of shooting, the shooting team members also gathered to take a look at the final ring number, and then in the voice of Zhang Minghao boasting, “We are really awesome” Er all showed a dazed face.
After Zhou Tianjue and his team thanked Wang Yisheng and the shooting team happily, everyone said goodbye to the shooting team and turned to the training ground of their track and field team.
After watching Zhou Tianjue and a few people leave, the shooting training hall suddenly exploded. Everyone surrounded Su Zhe's electronic target monitor just now, looking at the numbers on the ring, looking at each other.
When the shooting team coach Zhou Shoufu walked into the shooting hall, he saw everyone looking at each other. Some wondered what the players were doing. After glancing at the results on the monitor, he felt ordinary at first, and then saw After totaling the results, I think this data is quite good.
After asking who made the score, Wang Yisheng hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "Well, it's Su Zhe of the track team."
?
? ? ?
After Zhou Shoufu heard this answer, it took half a minute for Zhou Shoufu to react.
However, these are just an episode before the Olympics.
After Zhou Tianjue and Zhang Minghao posted a series of barks on Weibo together, the time has passed on July 24, the opening ceremony of the Olympics, the day when the official start...
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
_(:з」∠)_ wrote shooting, there are too many frames, oh oh oh, quietly modify it
↓The following are the words before the modification
————————
_(:з」∠)_ woo woo woo, it’s too late to say anything today
Covering his face silently, Cai Cai will show you an in-place comparison=w=……!
————————
Mr. Shao:? ? ? Can't I have a small theater today?
Caicai: ...but you have the qualifications to appear in words! =w=……(Holding his head and scurrying, quickly slipped away)
Mr. Shao: (Blasting on the spot again) = Pan = +
————————
Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~
Thank you for the little angel who cast [land mine]: Zizi, small pillow of glutinous rice balls, 1 foot, scotty, Novi, and Zixi;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
170 bottles of Dongdong; 50 bottles in the dimly lit place; 30 bottles of Zixi and Hua Manchu; Wenli, Swordsman, Scotty, Rhubarb, Jackpot 20 bottles; ghost kid, not a bear @, Qing Luo wine, Ah The tattoo is here! ! ! 10 bottles of Zizi DAI; 7 bottles of Cindy, flower name unknown; 6 bottles of May; 5 bottles of Crystal and Swallow; 7746917083 bottles; 2 bottles of Zhang Momoo and yuyuyu; Moyang, Xiaomuyu, Evil Witch, Mu Muxi, cc, Yi Er, warm.殇1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
- Home
- Genre
- Fantasy
- Romance
- Romantic
- Modern Romance
- CEO
- Urban
- Action
- Billionaire
- Modern Life
- Historical Romance
- Game
- Xianxia
- Sci-fi
- Adult
- Historical
- Drama
- Urban Life
- Fantasy Romance
- Comedy
- Harem
- Farming
- Adventure
- Military
- Son-In-Law
- Wuxia
- Games
- Josei
- Ecchi
- School Life
- Mystery
- Completed
- Top
- Power Ranking
- Trending Ranking
- New novel
- Latest Release
- History
- All Novel