C8 sense of hand

No one dared to say another word, because they all knew that in this place, there was only order and obedience. Lin Mo's training was very simple. Whoever could quickly assemble a firearm from a pile of weapons and components, and also finish the live ammunition within the time limit he set, would be able to rest. Otherwise, it was just a repetitive exercise.

Just like most of the students, Zhang Minghai did not meet Lin Mo's requirements, so he continued to practice in groups.

Li Liqun couldn't help but say, "Instructor Lin, isn't that standard a bit too high? In this pile of spare parts, there were at least dozens of different models of firearms. In less than two minutes, the parts will be sorted and assembled, and the live firing will be completed. "This..."

"Weapons are the life of soldiers. Unfamiliar with weapons is the disregard for one's life." Lin Mo walked to his side coldly, and quickly finished assembling the firearms, and shot at the shooting target behind him. And then he said slowly, "This is just the beginning, and I'm asking you to do more than that. Once the weapon is in your hands, you need to familiarize yourselves with its performance in the shortest amount of time. Because no matter how unified each gun was, their shooting capabilities would not be absolute. When shooting, the accuracy would be slightly off. This is the time to test the gunman. "

Lin Mo said lightly, "A truly good gunner can finish adjusting their weapon after firing one or two rounds of bullets and understand how to rely on their own hand perception to correct their trajectory. This is definitely not a simple matter, and what you need to do now is only the foundation. "

Zhang Minghai frowned, "Hand feeling?"

"That's right, it's the feeling of his hands." Lin Mo slowly picked up a bullet from the side, looked at everyone, and said, "Speaking of feeling, this is a standard bullet. 7 of m1943. 62x39 mm Hua approximately bullet, charge 1. Six grams. Full projectile length: 56 mm. The warhead is 26. 8 mm, cartridge shell length 38. 7 mm, warhead weight 7. 91 grams. The initial speed was 710 meters per second. Full missile quality 16. 4 grams. The best gunner would be able to sense the subtle differences between these ten or so grams of firearms. "

Lin Mo took off the bullet box and threw it over to Zhang Minghai. Then, he covered his eyes with a piece of cloth and calmly said, "Put it on, at will. I can demonstrate it to all of you, even if I don't look at the number of rounds you've loaded. Just by the feel of it, you can tell what kind of gun it is, and how many bullets are in it. "

Everyone was somewhat astonished. They were all veterans and were not unfamiliar with firearms. They were clearly aware that it was impossible for them to do what Lin Mo had said. However, they still witnessed the impossible. Lin Mo used a piece of cloth to cover his eyes, he did not even look at the bullets in the gun's magazine, but as long as the gun was in his hands, he would be able to immediately report what kind of gun it was, and even report the bullets in the magazine.

It was as if he had a pair of eyes on his hands.

Zhang Minghai was really convinced this time. Although Lin Mo's move seemed like he was joking, the content behind it was far too much. It was impossible to do this unless one was extremely familiar with these weapons. Only then did Zhang Minghai remember the old cocoons that were playing with spears in Lin Mo's hands, which contained an unknown amount of time and effort.

Last time, Li Liqun placed a gun in Lin Mo's hands. Lin Mo said indifferently, "This gun is a Famas, the first small caliber rifle without any Legendary Artillery in the world, made in France." He suddenly took off his blindfold steps, raised her gun and aimed it at Li Liqun, and smiled: "Do you think I won't shoot you?"

Everyone was stunned, they did not know why Lin Mo suddenly attacked them, but they all watched dumbstruck as he pointed his spear at Li Liqun's forehead.

Li Liqun's face turned pale white, "Instructor Lin, don't joke with me."

Lin Mo said lightly, "You are the one joking, because there are no bullets in this gun, not a single one." "He decisively pulled the trigger on Li Liqun's forehead. "Crack." The sound of the gun was crisp, but there were no bullets in the gun.

Lin Mo said lightly, "You know what this is? This was confidence. If a gunman lacked confidence in the gun in his hand, what else could he rely on? Your seemingly boring and boring gun decomposition practice is to let you build up this full confidence. If you understand, then continue your training. "

Li Liqun's face turned a little pale as she forced out a laugh, "Instructor Lin, you're really too awesome."

"I don't need a pig's head to praise me." Lin Mo waved his hand, "Practice well, when will you be able to meet my requirements? When would he be able to get rid of this boring and boring training and move on to the next stage. From an ordinary veteran to a true expert in light weapons, you still have a lot of ways to go. "

Zhang Minghai silently took the gun from Lin Mo's hands, dismantling it as fast as he could, and then assembled it again. The other soldiers and students also lowered their heads. These veterans who had once been top military trainers were now completely convinced in front of the true experts.

For the next many days, Zhang Minghai practically drowned in this pile of scrap iron in the training camp. He believed that even if Lin Mo was able to do it, he could do it too. He had always been proud, because he had never been behind anyone in military training. However, Lin Mo had let him know, there was no one that was stronger than him in this world.

Over the past ten days of hard training, a layer of skin had almost been grinded off Zhang Minghai's hands. However, his understanding of the various weapons had also been imperceptibly trained. In the end, he was one of the first batch of students to reach Lin Mo's standards. He was able to accurately assemble each and every firearm from a pile of parts, and also compress the process to less than a minute. Before this, this was a speed that was hard to believe.

At the same time, Zhao Xueyou's stealth and survival training, Zhang Minghai did not slow down. He could lie still in the snow for an hour. As he lurked, even a solitary chickadee would land defensively on his snowy head. His entire body seemed to have turned into a rock in the middle of a snowy mountain, except for his eyes which were still as bright as the stars.

In comparison, Lin Shuya's training was much more difficult than the first two, so the students not only had to undergo combat training, they also had to undergo training in human anatomy. In his words, if she wanted to learn the art of quick killing on the battlefield, she had to master human anatomy. Only with a deep understanding of the weakest parts of the human body can one train up to a truly efficient military fighting technique.

The dissecting corpses were all brought in from the outside and were labeled by a certain medical university. Lin Shuya would personally guide them to become familiar with every part of their body. Facing these bloodied corpses, sometimes Zhang Minghai felt that he was as cold as these corpses.

The 36 soldiers students, including Zhang Minghai, gradually grew up under this difficult and cruel training. Every day, they would wake up at 4: 30 am, start a long run at 6 am, or climb the mountain.

They had to climb five stories of brick wall in half a minute without using auxiliary equipment, swim 5 kilometers in 80 minutes with full armed weight, jump 10 kilometers in armed weight, jump 3. 5 kilometers of snow-covered mountain road armed with heavy weight to march, there are also sit-ups, push-ups, parallel bars, barbells, projectiles and other subjects, as well as mine, explosion, underwater penetration, diving and so on.

It was never an easy thing to dive into the frozen lake on the snowy mountain. Almost every few days, someone would freeze under water and be dragged back to the base like a dead dog. Lin Shuya treated these methods very simply, they were wine. A kind of earthen braised wine with an accuracy sufficient to burn. Let them drink it, massage their limbs, and then continue to exercise until the blood flow in their body completely dispels the chill. Zhang Minghai had also been treated like this twice.

All the students no longer called this training camp the "Falcon Hell" — this was a phrase they often said. The Snow Mountain underground training camp continued for four whole months under the cold and gloomy smell of death and gun oil until the spring of the next year.

On this day, according to the usual practice, the soldiers and students reacted reflexively when the buzzer sounded from the underground base. They quickly gathered at the training hall.

Strangely, the ones summoning them this time were not Lin Mo or Zhao Xueyou and Lin Shuya. After they formed a battle formation, a handsome middle-aged man walked over. He was also not wearing a military uniform like Lin Mo and the others, but was instead wearing a suit and leather shoes.

Zhang Minghai immediately recognized that it was Commander Liu.

Commander Liu did not seem to have any changes, his handsome and stiff face still remained. He stood there calmly, looking at the students. As for the three instructors, including Lin Mo, all stood behind him. As the instructor who had always been ruthless, Zhao Xueyou's attitude towards the Commander Liu was so humble that he was respectful.

Commander Liu looked at all the students and smiled, "I think that some of you know me, but there are also some that you don't. My name is Liu Zhonghua, of course it's just a name. All of you were chosen by the army to enter the Falcon, but as it turned out, the army was not mistaken. None of you have been eliminated in these four months of training. I'm glad of that. "

Commander Liu said lightly, "You have completed the training tasks for the past few months. Everyone's abilities have increased by a large degree now. However, war had never been fought by a single person. No matter how powerful a single soldier was, it was impossible to defeat them all. It was just one person. Next, there would be a military survival test. Lin Mo, explain it to them. "

Lin Mo nodded, and walked forward: "This survival test is extremely cruel. Because you will face the most dangerous task. Someone could die at any time. I do not wish for one person's death to affect the battle efficiency of the entire team. "