Ling Qingyu began to hone her skills of firing one round per second to four rounds, in a semi-mode, which was already remarkable in Tang Ziyi's eyes.
Perhaps, Tang Ziyi's prior superb performance broadened Ling Qingyu's horizon, but she was no longer satisfied. As an instructor, Tang Ziyi was delighted to see this state of mind in Ling Qingyu.
Because Athena could produce these humongous amounts of training bullets, Ling Qingyu could lavishly keep up the training pace. This was also the number one reason why more of her guards worked with smiles. Stay connected through M V L
Others who trained firearms in the rest of the world must take note of the spending based on their finances. So, it took longer for their skills to improve. Some even practiced dried-fire, a drill without any live bullets to train muscle memory.
Nonetheless, how could this be comparable to the real experience? Although firearm training in Ling Qingyu used bullets solely for practice, in contrast to the live ammunition, the feeling of recoil and the touch of the firearms remained the same.
Except for the lessened penetration power to avoid accidents, the training bullets were as genuine as the live ammunition.
Soon, Ling Qingyu could easily fire 6 rounds per second with her Glock, a feat only senior gunners possessed. However, when Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu checked the paper target, the holes were outside the nine-ring and some even marked their spots inside the seven-ring.
Ling Qingyu gave a questioning look at Tang Ziyi, who immediately comforted. "Don't worry about this result. It depends on your control skills. Soon, you'll hit ten-rings like mine, even in a rapid-fire mode."
On the inside, Tang Ziyi was exclaiming. This was no longer a genius but a freak. At a range over 30 meters, accurately landing hits like Ling Qingyu did for a first-timer was already above textbook level.
Listening to Tang Ziyi's words, Ling Qingyu regained her mood and continued practicing, developing her muscle memory to control the recoils.
Afterward, Tang Ziyi taught Ling Qingyu, two important methods of reloading magazines during a firefight. Ling Qingyu already knew how to reload on her own. She had changed magazine after magazine, wasting loads of ammunition.
In fact, Tang Ziyi was waiting for Ling Qingyu's Glock to malfunction. She didn't know whether the maintenance was very good or Athena's production quality was extremely perfect, Ling Qingyu never once had a problem.
Thinking of the malfunction drills, Tang Ziyi discovered the guards' discussions of the weapons produced by Athena, rarely encountered troubles. However, they still practiced the drills to be prepared for any scenario.
Tang Zyi scratched her head, unable to deliver a profound malfunction lesson to Ling Qingyu while she shot. It seemed she must manually make a problem for training.
"Emergency reload and tactical reload." Tang Ziyi introduced, satisfied to see Ling Qingyu listening carefully. Indeed, Ling Qingyu already knew what these terms were but she remained quiet for a first-hand experience.
Soon, Ling Qingyu moved onto the new exercise under Tang Ziyi's wry smile, still involving rapid replacement of magazines.
Ling Qingyu shot the pistols in various poses—standing, crouching, prone position, sitting and kneeling.
Initially, Ling Qingyu got used to the feeling of her firearm's response in different positions and began to shoot while transitioning through many poses.
After shooting all the rounds she and Tang Ziyi could carry, Ling Qingyu brightened her smile and said. "Aim small, miss small."
Her expression clearly telling her scores on the paper target, all shots scattered inside the nine-ring. Not the best results, but not bad.
Tang Ziyi's corner of the mouth twitched. Aim small, my arse. you watched too many movies, Tang Ziyi cursed inwardly. In a real gunfight at close range, nobody would aim carefully and fire. It was all based on instinctive shooting, relying on the muscle memory honed from several hours of training.
Point shooting was the correct method. Other than the situation watching out for non-combatants, nobody had the time to aim small. Hostage rescue was a different scenario though.
By the time after aiming small, the enemy might have landed a few lucky shots on you before you pulled the trigger. But Tang Ziyi didn't want to undermine Ling Qingyu's achievement.
All that mattered was Ling Qingyu enjoying the process without making severe and dangerous faults.
While the two were training, other guards were also observing them from afar. Some, mindlessly, wasted the ammos on the paper targets, their attentions on Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi.
Many noted the extremely lightning progress Ling Qingyu improved. A novice shooter who held a firearm for the first time to a professional shooter, matching the standard required by the elite unit.
Although Ling Qingyu's current abilities were lacking, given enough time, she would show everyone who was the boss, depending on her sheer learning capacity.
Everyone who took note of her achievement was envious of Ling Qingyu's rare opportunity under Tang Ziyi's detailed personal instruction.
They attributed her success to Tang Ziyi's involvement. They weren't wrong entirely. Tang Ziyi spotted the slightest defects and corrected them. Without her, Ling Qingyu's improvement would be definitely more sluggish.
Her guards wished to replace Ling Qingyu to also enhance at the same rate. But would Tang Ziyi have the patience and time to take care of them? The guards shook their heads in regret and unleashed their depression by venting bullets onto the target paper.