Chapter 35

Shooting training room.

A heavy muffled sound came out and disappeared on the surrounding sound insulation baffle.

Rong qianxia's body stood straight, holding the gun with both hands, staring at the target in front, aiming and shooting at one go.

"Three rings!"

"Seven rings!"

"Zero ring!"

……

The mechanical electronic sound accurately reported Rong qianxia's shooting results, but the two people present frowned at the same time.

Rong qianxia put down the gun, shook her arm, rubbed the sour muscles on her arm, and walked towards the target in front.

On the target paper, her achievements were clearly displayed, but Rong qianxia frowned.

Such a result is too unstable to be promoted to the seventh Ring Road in two days.

Pick up the gun that still emits residual temperature on the table, and let shallow Xia wonder why her performance fluctuates so much when she hits the target.

After a short rest, Rong qianxia changed a magazine again and fired again.

Song lengge stood beside him, his black eyes carefully staring at Rong qianxia's shooting action, subtle to any small point.

Song lengge also has some doubts. A person's shooting talent is often born. No matter how good or bad, after a period of training, the shooting level will be in a relatively stable range.

It's rare for people like Rong qianxia to shoot at good times and at bad times, and with such a big gap.

For a moment, even song lengge could not see the specific problem.

After shooting again, Rong qianxia put down her gun and moved her fingers in front of song lengge. This time, her performance was even more outrageous. The best was the eighth ring, and the worst was still miss the target.

"Song lengge, do you know why?"

There was really no way. Rong qianxia stared at Song lengge, hoping that he could solve his doubts.

Her biggest problem now is how to stabilize her performance. Looking at the Miss target and the eight rings for a while, Rong qianxia felt uneasy in her heart.

Song lengge frowned, with a touch of doubt on his cold face. He stretched out his hand and pulled Rong qianxia's palm and looked at it carefully.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The right hand was suddenly held by a man. Rong qianxia frowned and spoke coldly.

However, when seeing song lengge's serious expression, he stopped resisting and let the man move.

A moment later, song lengge picked up the pistol and put it in Rong qianxia's palm. Looking at Rong qianxia's action of holding the gun, he finally raised his eyebrows, as if he had solved his doubts.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the man standing in front of him, he obviously understood but didn't open his mouth. Rong qianxia was a little worried.

It can't be your own hand. There's really a problem!

"No problem, I'll teach you to shoot." song lengge's cold face and low voice instantly dispelled Rong qianxia's uneasiness.

Rong qianxia asked no more questions, went to the shooting position, picked up the gun and put on a standard posture.

Song lengge strode behind him, with his broad chest on Rong qianxia's back, clenched her palm with both hands, and adjusted Rong qianxia's position of holding the gun bit by bit.

"Shoot!"

Loosen his palm, song lengge slightly lowers his head, looks at Rong qianxia's small hair and opens his mouth in a deep voice.

Like a conditioned reflex, at the moment the man spoke, Rong qianxia pulled the trigger.

After the gunshot, listening to the number of rings reported by the mechanical electronic sound, Rong qianxia was a little stunned.

Ten shots in all, the number of rings is between the fourth ring and the seventh ring!

The surprise came so suddenly that Rong qianxia was stunned.

A moment later, Rong qianxia looked at his palm in disbelief, looked up at Song lengge, and said suspiciously, "it's really the problem of my hand?"

Song lengge nodded, his ink eyes stared at Rong qianxia, and whispered, "the curvature of the joints of your right index finger and middle finger is different from that of ordinary people. The action of holding the gun needs to be adjusted slightly!"

Um

Rong qianxia bowed her head and touched her fingers. She didn't feel anything!

How can this man see the subtle differences that can't be felt with his hands?

Rong qianxia looked up and was surprised in her eyes, "how did you see it?"

Song lengge was silent and spoke for a long time. A low and elegant voice sounded in Rong qianxia's ear, "mine is different from others!"

At the same time, the man also raised his hand, stretched out two fingers and compared a "two" action.

The crimson lip flap opened in a surprised arc, with shallow Xia holding her eyebrows high.

What a coincidence!

The same "two"!

For a moment, Rong qianxia waved the man's palm, turned to the shooting position, and said, "since you have found the root of the problem, don't deliberately block in front of me. I have to practice shooting..."

The red lips curled up, and Rong qianxia snorted coldly, "wait, I will reach the seventh ring tomorrow. I must go to the military exercise!"

Song lengge frowned, and his bony palm pounded heavily on the table. How could he feel that he had been torn down by the river

In the training room, there was constant shooting.

For a whole day and night, Rong qianxia stayed in the shooting room. Even the meal was sent here by Xiao Liang.

Like not feeling tired, Rong qianxia forced herself to repeat the same training again and again: end gun - shoot!

In this crazy state, her shooting performance is increasing at an unimaginable speed, and each time the sound of target reporting falls, the radian of the corner of Rong Xia's mouth will increase by one point.

……

At noon the next day.

When song lengge appeared in the training room again, Rong qianxia's small face was full of fatigue, but his spirit was extremely excited.

Seeing such Rong qianxia, song lengge Jun frowned and opened his thin lips. At last, he didn't say anything. He just walked to the position next to Rong qianxia with a cold face and stood still.

Rong qianxia licked her lips. The original ruddy lips were dry and cracked, but she didn't care. Her eyes stared at Song lengge, with a rush of excitement.

"Can we start?"

"Let's go!"

Song lengge nodded, and his deep eyes looked at the gun target in front of him.

Gunfire sounded and fell.

The mechanical electronic sound starts to report the target: eight rings, seven rings... Total score: 78 rings, average score: 7.8 rings! "

Put down the gun in her hand, Rong qianxia closed her eyes, opened it again with a strange light, and looked straight at Song lengge: "7:8 ring, I won!"

After a moment of silence, song lengge nodded and said in a deep voice, "from now on, you are appointed as my portable military doctor. Tomorrow, follow me!"

Rong shallow Xia was stunned.

Military doctor? What's that?

This appointment is too capricious