Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 28 Confidence

Time has lost its meaning for Wang Fan now, because he spends his time either training or resting, so there is no concept of day or night.

The only difference was that Uncle Feng forced Wang Fan to eat three meals a day.

"Kid, get up and have breakfast."

When Wang Fan, exhausted and barely able to keep his eyelids open, heard Uncle Feng...Wang Fan was drowsy while eating breakfast.He got up from the grass at the shooting range.

Wang Fan didn't go home to rest all night; he seemed to have gotten used to sleeping outside.

"Hiss hiss hiss, my arm."

Sure enough, just as Wang Fan had said last night, he was wearing sandbags on his arms.Guns really do cause soreness the next day.

Wang Fan's arms felt like they weren't his own anymore as he slowly got up from the grass.

Uncle Feng, seemingly unconcerned, said, "Do you remember how Lem trained you in the beginning?"

When a person encounters danger, selfofWhen you exert force, it will be unleashed. Even if your arm can't exert force for a moment, your arm...You'll find a way to protect yourself.

Wang Fan picked up the food with difficulty.He started eating, but upon hearing Uncle Feng's words, Wang Fan's face trembled.He recalled the time when Lyme threw a bomb at him..

Wang Fan slowly raised his head to look at the tall Uncle Feng. At this moment, Uncle Feng's long hair covered half of his face, but...The corner that sticks outWang Fan was startled by the eerie smile.Jumping.

Uncle Feng does dangerous things, and Wang Fan knows that if Uncle Feng goes crazy, he really won't be able to handle him.

However, Uncle Feng chuckled and said, "Let's eat first, then we'll talk."

After Uncle Feng said that, Wang Fan finally felt relieved and started eating.

Victor monitoredWang Fan and Uncle Feng were looking at the shooting range.

"Is Uncle Feng going to start playing with Xiao Fanfan first thing in the morning?"

Victor was absolutely right.

While Wang Fan was enjoying Uncle Feng's nutritious breakfast, he picked up a cow...He took a sip from the cup, clatter, cowWhat's in the cup?Inside, Wang FanI felt myself bite into something, so I just casually bit down, *plop*, *glug glug*.

oxThe cup is steaming.

"Oh s**t, a grenade."

Wang Fan screamed in terror, throwing the grenade off the firing range as he did so, immediately dropping to the ground: "It's a bomb!"

Boom! Grenades flew in the distance.More than ten meters awayfry.

But at this time, Uncle FengThey stood firmly beside Wang Fan without flinching.Bian: "Just a little provocation and you'll...""Amazing! Don't you know that the direct kill radius of a grenade is eight meters?"

Wang Fan struggled to get up with his arms. Was Wang Fan angry?

Wang Fan wasn't angry. He was used to whatever Uncle Feng did to him.

Of course, Wang Fan was forced to get used to it.

"Today's topic has changed slightly, but it's still about the same."

Uncle Feng didn't bring an assault rifle today, only two pistols at his waist, it seems he's going to refine his training.

At this moment, Uncle Feng picked up a contactHe put it in his ear: "Hey kid, did you get it?"

Who can Uncle Feng connect with?

Of course it's Victor. Victor is excited in Uncle Feng's headphones.He called out, "Uncle, tell me, should we open them all or one by one?"

Uncle Feng knew Victor was just joking, so he simply ordered coldly, "You drive whichever number I tell you to drive, understand?"

Wang Fan was still wondering what Uncle Feng was going to do with him today.

Uncle Feng held a bamboo pole that was five or six meters long, with a paper target in the shape of a human figure tied to it. He began to explain: "This paper target is your teammate. You are responsible for covering him."

Remember, always be observant of your surroundings."Quiet, people die in war."

Uncle Feng's last sentence, "People will die," did not scare Wang Fan. Yesterday's training of Wang Fan by Uncle Feng had already made Wang Fan somewhat abnormal, a state of being neither afraid nor unafraid.

Uncle Feng held a bamboo pole in his left hand in front of Wang Fan, who was now positioned about five meters away from the pole, swaying back and forth with it.go ahead.

Uncle Feng didn't teach Wang Fan this; it was all Wang Fan's fault.I learned this from the information provided by Lem.

This is one of the good things about Wang Fan; he can learn some things without needing Lem's personal instruction, simply by using the materials.

"Number two, please."head. "

Uncle Feng began directing Wang Fan. Wang Fan's arms were already somewhat exhausted, but he gritted his teeth and tried to aim his assault rifle at the second target's head. But just then, Uncle Feng spoke to the liaison...He said, "Open three."

Wang Fan didn't understand what this meant, but at that moment, something happened to Wang Fan's left side.There was a loud thud in the grass, about two meters away from the edge.It exploded.

However, this is not a real bomb.It's just a small training bomb; at most, it will knock people unconscious, but it won't kill them.fry.

Even so, Wang Fan, who was completely unprepared, was hit by the bomb and fell to the ground.

Just as Wang Fan, feeling dizzy and with tinnitus, was about to get up, Uncle Feng was already squatting down beside him.Uncle Feng pointed to the distance.Target number three:Strike.

Uncle Feng let Wang FanHe aimed at target number three, but Wang Fan's assault rifle...He had been thrown aside when the bomb was being blown up, and Wang Fan groggily got up.

"Pistol, pistol, pistol!"

Uncle Feng was shouting at Wang Fan while making a gun gesture with his hand.

Wang Fan understood and pulled from his waistThe Type 54 Black Star pistol was shown; it was c****d.

Just as Wang Fan pointed outAt the moment the trigger was pulled, Wang Fan seemed to feel much more fortunate.

Yesterday's scenes flashed before my eyes, and because of my dizziness, I was about to...Wang Fan's index finger loosened the triggerSome were deducted, but not directly.He went down, but the gun was already aimed at target number three.

Uncle Feng was training like a madman, shouting at Wang Fan: "Get up, your comrade has fallen!"

Get up, get up.

Wang Fan walked around for a couple of minutes, picked up the assault rifle, and shook his head, still experiencing some tinnitus.

Uncle Feng then contacted the liaison.He shouted, "Open one!"

As soon as Uncle Feng shouted "Here!", the remote-controlled bomb, less than two meters in front of Wang Fan, exploded on the grass.It exploded.

Wang Fan was completely unprepared and was directly hit by the bomb, falling backward to the ground.

Uncle Feng was still standing next to Wang Fan, who was lying on the ground, holding a bamboo target. Wang Fan could neither see clearly nor hear clearly.

Uncle Feng kicked Wang Fan directly, and Wang Fan endured it.Despite the soreness in my arms, I had to get up, even if I had to crawl.

He had dropped both his pistol and assault rifle when he fell backward.

Uncle Feng gave Wang Fan a thumbs-up.The finger indicates target number five.

What should Wang Fan do now?

Despite having tinnitus, difficulty hearing and seeing clearly, Wang Fan still managed to pinpoint the location of target number five.

Wang Fan pulled from his waistHe drew his dagger and casually swung it at target number five.

"Shut up!" The dagger flew straight at him. After throwing the dagger away, Wang Fan rolled over and picked up his assault rifle and the pistol next to him.

But at this moment, Uncle Feng didn't shout anymore, nor did he...fry.

Wang Fan quickly picked up the water bottle and cleaned the mud and sand from his eyes. As he cleared his eyes, he wondered, "Did I kill Uncle Feng?"

Wang Fan thought he had thrown the dagger poorly and accidentally injured Uncle Feng.

Wang Fan hurriedlyHe wiped the water from his eyes, while Uncle Feng stood with the bamboo target in his hand, facing Wang Fan.Afterwards, Wang Fan quickly walked over and asked Uncle Feng, "What's wrong, Uncle Feng?"

As Wang Fan spoke, he patted his ear, and at the same time, he said with some dissatisfaction, "Hey Uncle Feng, when did you plant the explosives last night? They scared me to death."

You could at least have told me so I could be mentally prepared.

"What's wrong?" Wang Fan shook his head, which was ringing in his ears, and looked at Uncle Feng strangely.

Uncle Feng pointed at Wang Fan strangely.Then, Wang Fan turned his head and glanced at it: "No." However, when Wang Fan turned his head, it seemed...Sensing something was wrong, Wang Fan quickly turned around again.:"this?"

A few seconds later Wang FanxingHe got up and exclaimed, "Holy crap, I actually hit him with the throwing knife?"

Wow, I have this skill too?

Uncle Feng retrieved the bamboo target, and sure enough, Wang Fan's knife struck the bamboo target squarely on the head.

Wang Fan was just about to get excitedWho knew Uncle Feng would...He slapped Wang Fan on the head: "Damn it, what grudge do you have against your teammates?"

These are your team members. I just asked you to attack that target.

Target number five, you f*****g killed your teammate with a throwing knife, you wouldn't be...Is it fine?

This is awkward. Wang Fan just now...I can't see clearly if it's HuIt would be a coincidence if the lost dagger hit any of its targets.However, the coincidence of hitting one's own teammate was awkward.

"You're still happy."

Uncle Feng grabbed Wang Fan's ear, which made Wang Fan cry out in pain: "Ouch, ouch, ouch! Ahhh! Uncle Feng, I was wrong! I didn't see clearly!"

Uncle Feng then released Wang Fan's ear, and at the same time...He drew his dagger: "Let's try target number five with this dagger."

Uncle Feng believes this is not an accident; Wang Fan's ability to hit the target on his first throw of the dagger may indeed not be an accident.

Wang Fan put away his pistol, took the dagger, and looked at the target number five, which was ten meters away.

"What do we do?"

Wang Fan himself lacked confidence, which frustrated him.

Uncle Feng kicked Wang Fan's butt: "I told you to fly, so you—" Before Uncle Feng could finish speaking, Wang Fan, extremely unhappy, interrupted, "Stop!" The dagger was slightly...The thread flew towards target number five.

"ah!

sure. "

Viktor, watching the footage on the monitor, was so shocked that he stood up from his seat.

dagger directlyWang Fan's aim was pretty good, as he positioned himself in the lower middle of target number five.

"Hey, I won again! Wow, not bad!"

Wang Fan proudly spoke arrogantly next to Uncle Feng. And sure enough, Uncle Feng nodded repeatedly when he saw Wang Fan's strike. Uncle Feng hadn't expected Wang Fan to have such talent.

"Target number three."

Uncle Feng suddenly noticed Wang Fan's smug expression.When the situation was brought up, Wang Fan was stunned for a second. After that, he did something that even Uncle Feng didn't expect.Wang Fan actually directlyThe dagger at Uncle Feng's waist flashed, and with a whoosh, it went "bang!"

This time, the dagger struck the eight-ring mark on target number three, which was only eight meters away.

Uncle Feng was even more shocked: "Such a quick response!"