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After teaching for half an hour, Gray Wolf told Qi Tongwei all the knowledge and experience of fixed rifle shooting.

The rest depends on him.

Qi Tongwei started like everyone else, lying in front of the target and began to aim and shoot.

With his current physical condition, holding the gun steadily is no problem at all.

It's just a matter of finding the breathing rhythm and the strength of holding the gun that suits you.

With a little practice and adjustment, he could find the one that suited him best.

Gray Wolf handed Qi Tongwei a telescope and said, "Take this. After you finish shooting, you can use it to see your own ring count on the 200-meter target. That way, you'll have a better idea of your own numbers."

"However, I suggest you start practicing with the 100 meters first."

"I can let..."

Qi Tongwei said: "No need for Gray Wolf, this distance is good enough, I can practice slowly."

Gray Wolf nodded, "Okay, then you decide."

After giving the instructions, Gray Wolf went to supervise the shooting of other rookies.

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Qi Tongwei began to aim and shoot according to his own feelings.

After firing a few shots, he picked up the telescope and began to look at his target scores.

I found that out of five shots, two of them missed the target, and the other three shots only hit 6 rings.

Not far away, the high school team and the Gray Wolves also saw Qi Tongwei's results and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads.

Gray Wolf laughed and said, "During this devilish training week, this kid didn't get a single point deducted."

"But I'm afraid he'll lose a lot of points in this combat skills training."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Even if he has great talent, it would be difficult for him to get an 200-ring score at 80 meters without three or two months of practice."

The high school team leader said, "We can't expect him to get full marks in every subject."

"As long as he has great potential for improvement, we have a great chance to develop him."

"I can't remember this thing."

"take it easy."

The gray wolf nodded.

They only looked at the results of Qi Tongwei's first few shots and didn't see what Qi Tongwei shot next.

Otherwise, you will be shocked.

After teaching for half an hour, Qi Tongwei only had half an hour left to finish shooting the remaining bullets.

After adjusting for more than ten minutes, Qi Tongwei finally got the feel for shooting.

The shooting speed afterwards was several times faster.

Almost one shot per second.

More than twenty people were engaged in crazy shooting training.

If the regular troops below knew about this, they would be so envious and complain to death.

All the money spent is funds!

A thousand rounds of bullets are enough for the regular troops below to fight for a year!

And now, they finished beating him in just one hour!

No wonder people say that the best gunners in special forces are fed with bullets.

This also fully demonstrates that the training funds of special forces are indeed not comparable to those of the regular forces below.

The rookies were gasping for breath while playing.

When a bullet is fired, there is recoil.

The recoil hit their shoulder sockets.

Let alone a thousand rounds, even if I shoot a hundred rounds a day, my shoulder socket will ache slightly at night.

What's more, they have to fire these thousand rounds in an hour!

At this time, almost all the rookies' shoulder sockets were bruised by the recoil.

"Damn it! I felt like throwing up during my first target practice!"

As Qiangzi fired, he complained to Geng Jihui beside him, "When I was in the company, I always yelled at the company commander for more bullets."

"Now, damn, I feel like fainting when I smell gunpowder."

"Do they really train like this? Does firing at such a high frequency really help our shooting? Why do I feel like my shooting is getting worse?"

Geng Jihui also kept frowning as he continued shooting. He said, "Do you think they are practicing our shooting performance?"

"Eh? Isn't it?"

Qiangzi was stunned.

Geng Jihui glanced at him, then turned to look at the high school team and instructors such as Gray Wolf behind him. They were grinning smugly at the rookies fighting.

"They want us to develop a feel for the gun, to develop the skin and flesh in our shoulder sockets, and to develop a connection with the gun."

"What's the matter?"

Qiangzi and the other rookies next to him were all confused.

The medic chuckled and said, "Special forces must always be prepared to go out and carry out actual combat missions, and they must fire live ammunition at the enemy at any time."

"So, the team members must be very familiar with the feeling of firing live ammunition with the gun."

"Another way is to rub the shoulder sockets and create calluses, just like hand calluses. This will increase the friction in the shoulder sockets, making it easier to hold the gun steady while also reducing the pain of recoil from the buttstock."

When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized.

Qiangzi sighed, "This is too extravagant! All the money that was paid out was real silver bills!"

Geng Jihui said calmly, "So, what's more important, missions and lives, or money? Isn't this the purpose of the special forces?"

After hearing these words, everyone finally understood why the special forces had such strict combat requirements.

The rookies fired their guns desperately, enduring the pain in their shoulders and the tinnitus in their ears. Finally, they fired a thousand rounds of bullets within the stipulated hour.

Including Qi Tongwei.

Even someone as strong as Qi Tongwei would still feel a dull pain in his shoulder socket after firing a thousand rounds of bullets in half an hour.

There was also a large bruise inside.

Qi Tongwei tried to secretly use the Qigong training techniques to absorb and relieve the pain.

Although we only trained for an hour in the afternoon, we saw some initial results.

After moving it around for a bit, I found that the pain in my shoulder socket was actually relieved a little!

"It's worthy of being a top-notch hard Qigong technique!"

"It seems that my recovery ability will be greatly enhanced in the future!"

"Hey! Awesome!"

The paratrooper bumped Qi Tongwei with his shoulder and said, "Aren't you strong in everything?"

"Let's have a shooting competition later to see who has the better result."

As soon as these words came out, the medic next to him laughed and scolded: "Ostrich, aren't you bullying me?"

"Comrade Qi Tongwei was specially recruited from the community. Although he's a former police officer, he doesn't even know how to use a rifle! You scored a 97, and you're going to challenge a newcomer to a shooting competition. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

As soon as the hygienist said this, the other rookies also laughed.

The paratrooper cursed a little embarrassedly: "I was wondering why you, a medic, are mentioned everywhere?"

"I was just kidding him."

"With my shooting ability, who among you can compare with me?"

"I saw that Qi Tongwei had done so well during the devilish training week that he was getting too proud. So I wanted to give him a little bit of a blow so he could see himself more clearly."

Then the paratrooper said to Qi Tongwei, "Don't worry, brother. I was just joking."

Qi Tongwei naturally knew that he didn't mean it, but he still said, "It's okay. Although I'm a newcomer, I don't mind competing with you."

"Well??"

The paratrooper didn't expect Qi Tongwei to take it seriously. "No, brother! Do you really dare to bet with me? You saw my results in the first round."

"With your grades, even if you multiply them by three, they still won't be as high as yours!"

Qi Tongwei pointed to the target where he had just practiced shooting and said, "I've been training for an hour. I think I've improved a lot and should be no worse than you."

When these words were spoken, all the rookies present were stunned.