Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

The next day, the seven-man team of the Western Military Region and the six-man team of the training cadets were all taken to the shooting range by Chen Fan.

Everyone was required to grab the heavy objects and aim at them.

There was no time limit, but they could give up.

Thirteen people lined up in a row in the open shooting range, wearing camouflage combat uniforms, with upright postures and firm eyes staring ahead.

Their feet were shoulder-width apart, their knees were slightly bent, and their body weight was evenly distributed, presenting a standard standing shooting posture.

In the breeze and under the hot sun, their lower body was stable, and the guns in their hands were also steadily held up. Their eyes followed the direction of the gun and looked straight ahead.

Chen Fan looked at his watch. It was exactly four hours. It was now twelve o'clock noon. The sun was shining brightly, and people dared not look directly at it. .

The surface temperature was already very high. On the vast playground, without sunshades, people who kept holding the gun with both hands, with a weight of 5 kilograms on the gun, and did not move at all, had already reached their limit of physical exhaustion.

The trainees were sweating profusely, their clothes and pants were soaked, and their heads and faces were sweating.

Sweat dripped down their cheeks to the ground, dripped into the sand, disappeared in an instant, and evaporated in an instant by the temperature of the sand.

Although the dripping speed was not slow, it was all absorbed by the thirsty land without leaving a trace.

The sweat on the forehead, following the direction of the earth's gravity, slowly gathered on the eyelashes and seeped into the eyes, but the soldiers just gently closed their eyelids to let the sweat drip on the ground, their eyes still looked straight ahead, and they didn't even blink.

In the anti-team, everyone was immersed in their own world, concentrating on aiming, ready to shoot at any time, their expressions and movements showed the perseverance, bravery and professionalism of the soldiers.

The first soldier in the team held the gun with his left hand, held the grip tightly with his right hand, and his index finger lightly rested on the trigger.

His expression was serious and focused, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a sharp light in his eyes, as if he was not aiming at the target, but the enemy on the battlefield.

Every breath was steady and rhythmic, and every muscle in the body was tense, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

The second soldier, with his teeth clenched and his cheek muscles trembling slightly, showed his inner tension and concentration.

His arm controlled the gun steadily, his eyes locked on the target, completely ignoring the scorching sun above his head and the sweat on his body, head and face, without any distraction, concentrating on the upcoming shooting.

The third soldier had a calm expression, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a kind of confidence and calmness.

He adjusted his breathing skillfully, his body rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the gun in his hand seemed to be integrated with him, becoming an extension of his body.

His eyes were firm and resolute, as if telling people that he would never miss any target.

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Every team member was concentrating, they were all soldiers, and they were all training with all their efforts.

At the end of the team, the young team member had a slightly immature face, but his movements were standard and his expression was serious.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, discarding all distractions, as if his breathing and heartbeat were integrated with the gun in his hand. As long as he hadn't fallen, the gun in his hand would never fall, and the country and nation behind him would never be violated!

"It's been four hours since we started practicing weighted shooting. Is anyone tired? Are you going to give up rest?" Chen Fan walked slowly in front of the students with his hands behind his back, and said to the students whose lips were already dehydrated and peeling:

"Shooting is very simple. Your military career has taught you how to shoot. But you're still a little short of being able to shoot."

"I heard that there is a sharpshooter among you, and his shooting results are amazing! Oh, no, there are at least two sharpshooters, both of whom are the best in the original unit. Are you dissatisfied with asking you to practice basic skills again?"

Che Guohua stood in the middle of the team. He was closing his eyelids slightly to let the sweat drip quickly to the ground, but despite this, his eyes were already a little painful from the sweat.

Four hours of aiming, eyes, arms, and concentration have all reached a dead end.

He can no longer remember how long he has not had such training. Since his shooting level is far ahead of the front position in the army, he has never trained himself like this again.

It's not that he can't bear such hardship, but there is no need!

Because he knows that his shooting level is so high that it has reached an astonishing level. In the army, in the field of shooting, no one can compete with him.

Che Guohua endured four hours of weighted hand-lifting training. Although he still had a blank expression on the surface, in his heart, he had already disdained and questioned Chen Fan's training method from beginning to end.

What effect can such training have! What's the use of it for him! Can it improve his shooting level or what? It's just a waste of his time!

If the mind is unstable, the breathing will naturally be different. Although Che Guohua thinks that he has hidden his emotions very well, how can he escape Chen Fan's eyes?

Chen Fan began to walk in front of Che Guohua, and kept "encouraging" him, saying, "Why, I see you are tired, give up, and then you can stop and drink some water. I don't know why the water today tastes so good."

Che Guohua and the other students all swallowed their saliva, and their dehydrated and chapped lips became even drier.

Chen Fan continued: "Che Guohua, don't you want to practice? You are a sharpshooter, this basic training is completely useless to you, do you want to give up this hard training and stop to rest?"

"I have heard that in the Western Military Region, your legend is not simple.' When he raised the gun, time seemed to freeze. His movements were smooth and natural, without any unnecessary shaking, his arm was as steady as a rock, his fingers were lightly on the trigger, and his breathing was steady and rhythmic.

The trigger was lightly pulled, and the bullets seemed to be endowed with souls, whistling out, all Hit the bull's eye accurately.

Whether it was rapid-fire or single-shot, he could hit the target without missing a single bullet. In his hand, the gun seemed to have become a part of his body, and he controlled the direction of each bullet at will.

He shot cleanly again and again, and the bullet holes on the target paper gathered closely together to form a perfect circle, as if carefully drawn with a compass. 'Listen, what a high evaluation. "

"It's really too difficult for you to do basic shooting training. You'd better stop and don't practice. It's useless to practice."