Chapter 58: .Gunner Pharaoh

There is another chapter in the middle of the night. Thanks for the support of brothers and sisters. Although the results of this book are not satisfactory, but read the book review area, the support of brothers and sisters still makes the cartridge shell grateful!
Wang Bo's two mistakes were that he held the gun in both hands and the index finger was on the trigger.
"For pistols, if you want to be a marksman, you must develop the habit of holding a single-handed gun. First, the single-handed gun responds faster and the muscles are more relaxed; second, the single-handed gun has a longer baseline and higher accuracy some."
"As for the position of your fingers, do n’t put it on the trigger, it ’s better to put it on the trigger guard, and then stick it into the guard when shooting. Otherwise, even the safest steel Durex will not be able to save you if you go out of the fire. ! "
Wang Bo listened carefully, then the cowboy stopped talking, so the old king asked, "What else?"
The cowboy shrugged, "What else? There is practice, don't you think the F1 driver was taught by the teacher in the classroom?"
"Is there any knack for shooting? Why do you shoot so accurately?"
"Because I've been good at shooting since I was a kid!"
There are many ranch rabbits. In order to avoid frightening cattle and sheep, Wang Bo deliberately practiced guns at the edge.
The two previous shots shocked many pheasants and hares. The two saw the hens running about ten meters away at a glance.
Wang Boxue waved his cowboy like a shot. After the gun rang, a cartridge case was ejected. The recoil of the pistol was not very strong for him, but where did the bullet go?
The cowboy said in surprise: "Are you also a sharpshooter?"
"Isn't it?" Pharaoh looked into the distance, and the cowboy said so. Did he accidentally hit him by mistake? But after looking at it for a while, he didn't see any wild animals, and the young chicken had disappeared.
After listening to his words, the cowboy shouted, "Xue, knowing that you are not a sharpshooter, are you not aiming for a quick fire?"
Wang Bo smiled awkwardly, and said, "Isn't this a good habit of developing a marksman? Continue to practice, continue to practice."
The hills were undulating and the grass was vast. Pharaoh stepped on a clump of wild grass and looked around, aiming at the turquoise greenness of the mountains and mountains, with some wild flowers interspersed among the green grass, and the flowers were bright red.
Since the management of the pasture heart, the grass in this area has grown a lot better. Some weeds that are not suitable for livestock to eat have died, and more tender grasses have been replaced.
In addition, the grassland has become much smoother. Although there are thousands of cattle and sheep scattered in the pasture, the impact on the grassland is small, and the density of green grass is greater than before, and there are obviously more animals to feed.
The biggest change now should be the taste and nutrition of pastures or weeds, otherwise it won't attract so many birds and beasts.
However, Wang Bo's marksmanship was too bad. Although there were many birds and beasts, he hit two magazines in a row.
Of course, his purpose is to train his hands. Now that his purpose is achieved, the gun is not panic in his hands, and he has gradually adapted to the feeling of firing.
Bowen always shook his head when he saw no results, took the gun and said, "Forget it, let me do it, you watch carefully."
Wang Bo laughed: "Oh, no bullets."
Bowen asked in amazement: "Just two bullets?"
Pharaoh shrugged. If he could do anything, the police station equipped him.
Normally, you need to submit a report if you use it, but there are gun shops everywhere in New Zealand, and you can even buy it online, so you can replenish the ammunition in time. The police will not check this.
In this way, only two hares can eat, and the cowboy is very annoyed. It would have been nice to know how many more shots he had started.
The roasted hare must have had more cowboy experience, so after returning to the castle, they set up a bonfire in the inner court square and began preparing to test the hare.
The cowboy is responsible for it. It is easy to put the rabbit meat on a layer of salt and put it on the bonfire.
Wang Bo shook his head and said it wasn't baked like this. He went to prepare the buns, chopped the onion, and garlic with a knife to smash. After mixing the buns, they were put in the hare's belly, and then a gap was made with iron wire, so that the cowboy was instructed to bake.
The cowboy slowly turned the hare, and continuously applied oil on it. The vegetable oil and the animal fat of the rabbit blended under the flame, quickly roasting the aroma, and the pink rabbit meat gradually turned golden yellow.
The strong man smelled the scent and ran over quickly. His mouth still contained the dog's chewing gum, and the saliva ticked outwards. The big brown eyes stared at the roast rabbit meat without blinking.
The roasted rabbit meat was so hot that Bowen was about to eat it.
Wang Bo tore a piece of rabbit meat with bloodshots, and fed it to Zhuang Ding. Zhuang Ding didn't hate it. He opened his mouth and swallowed it quickly. He stared at the owner with big eyes: continue to feed me.
"Continue roasting, you have to cook it!"
Bowen said: "No, six is ​​enough. The meat is the most nutritious now! Look, this gravy is red, you don't look like ..."
"The woman's aunt?"
"OK, you won, keep baking!"
After roasting the rabbit meat, Wang Bo tore two hind legs first, one strong and one strong, and Bowen spread his hands and shouted angrily, "This is the success of my labor. You can't do this ... Oh, Xuete!"
Pharaoh took advantage of his spreading hands, quickly grabbed the rabbit and tore off the healthy breast, split it into two pieces, or sliced ​​one piece by himself.
Bowen couldn't help complaining, and quickly grabbed the rabbit and shoved it into his mouth.
When roasting rabbit meat, keep brushing up the oil, so the meat quality is not firewood, the hare meat is very tight, and it chews with a chewing head. Wang Bo stuffed the seasonings and greens in the rabbit's belly, and the flavor of the seasoning went into the rabbit's meat, making it more delicious.
After eating a piece of rabbit meat, Bowen couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect, Wang, your craftsmanship is so good, but as far as I know, you Chinese rarely eat barbecue. I bet you have opened a barbecue restaurant before. "
Pharaoh grinned: "How can there be, I used to work part-time in the crematorium of our city during my summer vacation in the city ... Well, why don't you eat?"
Bowen looked blue with the roast rabbit meat left in his hand.
"Haha, I'm kidding."
"I knew it." The cowboy laughed.
"Yes, how can people in the city crematorium get in? I'm a part-time job at the county crematorium."
"For God's sake, your mother blew up!" Bowen also learned the commander's mantra.
In fact, the two rabbits were not enough to eat. The two big men and a developing super dog were half-full.
Bowen finally sucked the dregs on his fingers and said, "Maybe we should go hunting from time to time on the ranch, and the harvest is not small."
Wang Bo took the strong man to find another food, and said lazily, "No, I can't shoot in the ranch, it is easy to scare cattle and sheep."
"That's a trap," the cowboy said for granted.
"Well, it's up to you, you go to the trap, I don't understand this, the cowboy should understand."
"Cowboy understands, of course, cowboys know everything!" Bowen said proudly, and after that he thought something was wrong ... For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net