"Tuanza, can you put your so-called protected animals aside and continue our competition first?" Yu Xiancheng endured the anger in his heart, tried his best to remain calm, and said word by word. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Don't look at the flush on Yu Xiancheng's handsome and white face due to constant anger, just look at the sudden bulging green tendons on the back of his white hand with a gun, Liu Lang knows that if he talks about his young master for a while, the young master is very likely to point a gun at his nose and let him roll the calf.

He didn't take himself as the head of the regiment in his eyes, before he let him see the strength.

I have to say that both Master and Dad lack enough humor cells, and they have to learn from themselves about this.

"Okay!" Liu Lang shrugged indifferently.

Yu Xiancheng sneered, looking at Liu Lang's prodigal young master, let alone beating a bird, even if he could lay a piece of bird feathers, he Yu Xiancheng would only look forward to him, and never said anything again.

"Hurry up, you guys, go and run a few laps in the woods for me." Liu Lang lazily raised his gun and leaned on his shoulder, and ordered several soldiers standing not far away.

Without waiting for the soldiers to receive the order, the dozen or so soldiers closest to Liu Lang's muzzle were like frightened rabbits, and took the initiative to carry out the orders of the regimental seat. They are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for several years, and when they face the gun, their minds turn faster than the windmill.

Those who turn slowly are lying in the soil.

This is 。。。。。。

It's to save bullets!

The soldiers bared their teeth and found a reason for the highest commander, although it was much lower than the dashing move of Chief Yu to startle the flying birds with a shot, and in modern terms, it was a lot LOW, but the people were winning safely, at least they didn't waste a bullet in vain, right?

"Oh, the group seat is also yes, this hand is not as beautiful as Chief Yu!" The kitten was annoyed and rushed up to remind Liu Lang that he couldn't say that he was weak at the beginning!

"What do little kids know?" The old man who was standing on the side rarely stood on Liu Lang's side. After a sentence of kitten, Lao Hou turned to Ji Yanxue, who had a strange face and couldn't see joy and anger, and said with a smile: "Tuanzao is a big official, and his personality is natural and calm, so we can feel at ease when we follow such a chief!" Do you say, Chief Ji? ”

The bet is already won, but the chief can't be offended! The old man naturally has to blow the group seat in the good, otherwise, the angry and unclear Chief Ji in front of him will not be easy to dismiss!

"Oh? Do you think the head of the regiment has a calm personality? Ji Yanxue looked at the veteran ruffian in front of him who was very good at finding people's advantages and asked.

"Of course, you see, the group seat is not fancy at all, in this regard, Chief Yu is not as good as the group seat, that shot startled the birds looked very handsome, but, a waste of a bullet! In the first few months on the battlefield, if you dare to waste it so much, you have to love to smoke. Lao Hou nodded and said very firmly.

This old monkey, why dare to pat on the back? A group of soldiers was dumbfounded.

"Well, I think you're right." Ji Yanxue nodded seriously, as if she was afraid that Lao Hou would not understand, and added: "Liu Lang never wastes bullets." ”

My mother, this girl was hooked away by the fat head of the group, and the old marquis couldn't cry or laugh. It's really rare for a sycophant to be accepted so generously and openly.

As soon as the soldiers stirred up in the woods, the flock of birds that had just fallen was frightened again and flew up from the forest and circled in the sky.

"See that sparrow, that thing is a scourge, let's use it for wine today." Liu Lang burst into the sky and Nunu mouthed.

Yu Xiancheng didn't bother to pay attention to him with a cold face.

The two unknown big birds just now were fifty or sixty centimeters long, and their wings were about the size of a goose, and they were about the size of an egg a hundred meters away. Why are you talking to me about sparrows? Can you see that?

Seeing that the young master didn't speak, Liu Lang smiled, raised the gun with both hands, put the butt of the gun against the shoulder socket, stood with his feet indifferent, leaned forward slightly, and aimed his eyes at the crosshair.

Yu Xiancheng was slightly stunned, Liu Lang's shooting posture was very strange. But Yu Xiancheng had an illusion in his heart that he felt absurd, and he might lose.

Of course, Liu Lang didn't have time to tell him that this was the most scientific clay pigeon shooting posture that later sports scholars had studied for decades before they determined, and in fact, it was the shooting posture of athletes in the skeet shooting competition that everyone could see in the later Olympic Games.

Lean forward with your center of gravity forward as you prepare. This is in order for the shooter to facilitate the tracking of the target after the appearance of the disc target, and to prevent the upper body from falling backwards due to recoil after the first shot, which affects the second shot. Skeet shooters, on the other hand, tend to bend their knees and squat in order to make their rotation flexible and facilitate timely capture of two saucer targets flying out in different directions at the same time.

Liu Lang also represented the 3 million People's Liberation Army in the National Games shooting competition, so he naturally came up with such a shooting posture for the competition, after all, this is not a battlefield where life and death must be divided.

It's just that the flight speed of the Olympic disc target is about 70 km/h, which is much faster than the speed of ordinary birds, but Liu Lang uses a rifle, which is more difficult than the shotgun used in the Olympic competition.

He only needs to let the young master and the old bird lieutenants know that they, in front of the real masters, are a weak chicken, even if it is just a competition.

If it was Liu Lang in later generations, Liu Lang really didn't have the confidence to take such an old gun without a scope and aim at a sparrow flying up and down to hit the effect he wanted. But in the past two months, Liu Lang has become more and more familiar with his current body, and can even be called satisfied, the fat man has a lot of fat, but the unexpected flexibility is excellent, coupled with the super eyesight of the fat man Liu Lang, Liu Lang's marksmanship is even two points stronger than the sharp blade of the Republic seventy years later.

Liu Lang even felt that if he trained according to the methods of the later generations for a few years, God and his old man would go crazy and let him travel back again, he would be able to beat the few people who had been ranked on his head all over the ground to find teeth, whether it was marksmanship or hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, now I can only take the handsome young master first.

didn't wait for others to think more about Liu Lang's weird shooting posture, Liu Lang also "bang。。。。。 Bang...... Five shots were fired in a row, a few points faster than Yu Xiancheng, and the five bullets in the magazine were poured out.

The shooting speed is awesome, but this marksmanship! It's really not very good to say.

With everyone's faces visibly toothache, the soldiers, who had not yet left the woods, began to search for the results of the battle.