Chapter 792: Shooting range, familiar feeling (1/4)

Do you want to show a little real technology to the old man? It saved him all the time. Sitting in the jeep of the Year of the Ink, Yang Lan has been secretly pondering.
"What guns did you play in the army before? Rifles? Pistols? Or machine guns?" Mo Henian asked without a ride.
They are heading to the shooting range of the largest firearms club in Savannah, where there are more guns than gun shops and supermarkets, and they can experience different firearms.
"Everyone has played." Yang Lan simply answered.
In the wolf, the predecessor even the heavy-duty machine guns of the tanks have been trained, and even the training of the shells has been done. The question asked by the ink crane year is a little too pediatric!
Of course, Yang Lan figured out that he did not show up in front of Lao Zhang. Although I put my qualifications out, I can let the ink crane know that I am not an ordinary veteran, nor that the soft persimmon can be pinched. But playing the face of his old man, it seems that there is no benefit!
When he arrived at the shooting range, Yang Lan discovered that the shooting range was a bit interesting. Some of them were indoors and needed to be used to shoot in the headphones. Some of the shooting ranges were built on a wide and open suburb. Not only can the target paper be used, but also various items can be used. Shoot bottles, apples, etc.
Ink Crane Year is obviously a frequent visitor to this firearms club. When he first came in, the administrator greeted him kindly. The fashionable old man in the shorts polo shirt at the door also called: "mo! Your family's cow..."
These fashionable old men look like they are playing golf, and they talked with the ink crane year. They had already played enough to go back, and now they see the ink crane year, they are backing their shoulders, and they are ready to go back and fight for another five hundred rounds.
Originally, Yang Lan thought that these old men were also the same farmers as Barea and Mohe, but when he introduced him to him, Yang Lan knew that they lived in the town and did different business. The main supermarkets, some operate bars, and some sell cattle and sheep, but that is mainly done in the nearby city of Arlington.
"Choose a gun and see what you want to play." Mohe was cold and heart-warming. He didn't neglect his son-in-law because he saw a friend. He handed over the firearms roster and showed him Yang Lan. "First pick one." Practice, I will try to try another change."
The name of the world's firearms is very different from that of Yang Lan's previous life. Yang Lan took a few eyes and picked an automatic rifle similar to m16.
When he was in the gun, Yang Lan couldn't use the gun alone because he was new. There were coaches who came to teach him how to use this rifle, and told him some rules to be observed in the outdoor shooting range and indoor shooting range.
A few old men didn’t play on their own. They chatted and watched Yang’s
novice
trained.
"Mo, I thought your daughter would marry a young man from the country. I didn't expect her to marry the Chinese."
"Hey, this kid has gone for a dog!"
"I think it is okay. As far as I know, China is not as tall as him."
"Right, mo, I heard that your daughter is a star in China?"
The old guys chatted, and Yang Lan patiently listened to the coach's instructions. He didn't tell the other person that he actually understood everything. After all, this is a brand new world. Let's take a look at other people's demos and make sure that they don't understand the mistakes and operation errors. It’s more meaningful to be eager to show yourself.
"You can try it with me." The middle-aged coach of the abdomen nodded to Yang Lan.
Yang Lan finally grabbed the dark-colored rifle. The texture of the gun was a little worn, giving Yang Hao a very wonderful touch. The cold feeling also made Yang Lan somewhat disoriented. The spirit seemed to cross two at the moment. The same as the world.
"Take a gun, what do you need to do?" The coach saw Yang Hao worry, thinking that he did not know how to play the gun, he reminded.
Yang Lan returned to God. He smiled slightly and came out with his hands.
I saw that Yang Lan took the opportunity to pull the handle of the gun and check it. A series of complicated operations were completed, and then he inserted the clip.
"咔嚓" whispered as if it were a firing gun.
Suddenly, Yang Lan felt that the voice of the whole world became clear. He was able to perceive the movements around him, the position of the old man who spoke, walked, smoked, and the location of some gunmen in the distance.
He has fully entered the state of battle, as if a gangster emerged, he can immediately choose to shoot at the same target!
In fact, the coach originally thought that he had to train for a period of time before he could understand the use of the gun. However, now that he saw such a skilled operation as Yang Lan, he had to be said to have been thrown away.
"You know the gun!" the coach said silently. "Show me two shots? I think you may not need training!"
"Where to fight?" Yang Lan asked.
"One hundred meters target, a8." The coach pointed to a target in the distance.
According to the coach's request, Yang Lan walked to the position of a8, gently pushed the safety device, that is, the speed machine, to select the single shot mode, and then he skillfully placed the on the shoulder and sideways. Aim, shoot.
"boom!"
The gunshots interrupted the chat of the old men, and they all looked over.
"Start shooting so soon?"

How is the score?

Mo He Nian is also somewhat curious and follows his friends to his son-in-law and coach.
Now the target paper of the shooting range is electrically replaced, and the camera can view the traces of the bullets. The coach quickly puts up the picture of the a8 target paper on the display next to it.
Yang Lan’s bullet hit the bottom left of the target paper, and there was still a little distance from the bull's-eye. However, the bullet did not miss the target, which made several old men smile and slap their hands.
"Yes, the first shot, there is such a level! To make persistent efforts!" Mohe year encouraged. In fact, his heart is very satisfied with the performance of the son-in-law, can hit the target paper, he can boast of his friends to Yang Hao's talent!
Yang Lan is a little bit smirking. He is not completely familiar with the gun. The first shot is just an attempt. He wants to see the recoil of the gun, the shooting speed of the bullet, and the degree of falling.
Now, he already has a basic concept in his mind, silently counting some corrected data, and he fired another shot at the distant target paper.
The bullet hit the top right of the bull's-eye, or slightly offset, but this distance from the bull's-eye is much shorter!
After two tests, Yang Lan has already figured out the performance of this gun.
However, no one looked at his performance. The coach saw that he was very skilled. He left a box of bombs to Yang Lan and went to the other people on the shooting range.
And Mo Heinian and his friends chatted about the sky, I felt that the light was not enough to be addicted. Under the advice of one person, they took a double-barreled shotgun and went to play the saucer!
Yang Hao was on the side and changed the target of 200 meters. However, he still stood and shot, and easily hit several bulls, but unfortunately, no one saw his good results.
Yang Lan did not care, he also came to enjoy, guns for Yang Lan, just a simple skill, in contrast, his past life more like the assassination of cold weapons.
However, when Yang Lan was practicing the gun, there was something out of his old man.
"Mo, how about we gamble?" Three old farmers came over, the one who was heading with a cigar, said with a smile, "You have to give me a chance, I like the mine you treasured." Minton has been around for a long time!"