Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 29 Relax

Uncle Feng hadn't considered this; Wang Fan didn't have a dagger.In this situation, the first thing I would think of is usingBorder people's martial artsWhat does this mean?

This shows that even in this kind of situation, this kid...In all cases, the brain can analyze quickly.

Uncle Feng believed that Wang Fan's quick adaptability would definitely save his life on the battlefield.

"yeah."

Wang Fan also excitedThey cheered.

Of course, Wang Fan could do thisIn that case, cheering should be a cause for celebration.At least he was told not to shoot.Under such circumstances, being able to hit the target with a knife is already quite good.

You know, Wang Fan wanted to fire a shot more than anyone else.

You must know that holding a loaded firearm, no matter what...Under no circumstances were you allowed to fire a gun; that was an incredibly agonizing experience.

Sometimes, if a person is kept cooped up for too long, problems can arise.

Of course, Wang Fan is not allowed to fire his gun right now because of Uncle Feng and Lem.I've considered many things.

To outsiders, firing a gun is actually a very simple matter.of.

It's normal for new recruits to miss their targets when firing, although movies often exaggerate that.

For example, the idea that someone who has been using a slingshot since childhood will be a good shot is absolutely nonsense..

Marksmanship is honed through practice with bullets; every soldier knows that there are no shortcuts to marksmanship.

What Wang Fan needs to practice now is not marksmanship, but his courage.

Because a qualified mercenaryIt's abnormal. The reason Uncle Feng trained Wang Fan like this is to make Wang Fan so that once he throws...Combat requires an extraordinary mental fortitude.ability.

That's why Uncle Feng started with strong medicine from the very beginning.

Uncle Feng's actions constitute an absolutely surreal war; let Wang Fan go.What is the real battlefield like?

Uncle Feng in Wang FanAs Uncle Feng watched Wang Fan cheer, he felt a pang of guilt.Surprisingly, this kid achieved such a feat on his first try, showing that he has some talent for throwing knives.

"Hmm, not bad, that's interesting."

Uncle Feng's simple "not bad" is enough. The fact that Uncle Feng can praise Wang Fan as "not bad" shows that this kid is capable.

Wang Fan, who was standing to the side looking smug, was somewhat dissatisfied: "Sigh, there's only one dagger, and once it's thrown out, it's very troublesome to retrieve it. It's better not to throw knives carelessly."

Wang Fan is smart enough; throwing a dagger on the battlefield would be tantamount to suicide.

Uncle Feng didn't add anything to this point. He first put both daggers away and said, "Continue our training of cover and assault."

Now, whatever Uncle Feng says goes, so Wang Fan just followed behind the bamboo target in Uncle Feng's hand without caring.

"Open the gates, target number six."

Bang! Splash! Dirt flies everywhere, but Wang Fan is still following Uncle Feng's instructions at the blast point.While the bomb was being fired, Wang Fan would do his best to aim his assault rifle at the target that Uncle Feng had pointed out.

"Hurry up, the speed at which you hang up the sandbags is as fast as the ice seller at the door."You know, it's as slow as an old lady.

Perhaps they're even faster than you.

Uncle Feng at the bomb siteHe cursed Wang Fan while he was frying the food.

To everyone's surprise, Wang Fan retorted to Uncle Feng, "Uncle, there's no ice sold at the entrance."of. "

"What the hell are you talking nonsense for? Do you really want me to find you an old woman?"

"Damn it, get down in the mud!"

Uncle Feng's anger was serious; Wang Fa knew that his training was no longer limited to the shooting range, but extended to the entire base.

Wang Fan, carrying his heavy load, ran quickly to the mud pit and, without any hesitation, plopped down into it. Uncle Feng stood at the edge of the pit, shouting, "I..."Then someone tried to take me hostage. Quick, aim and kill him!

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes are full of mud."

Wang Fan was so unlucky; he got mud and water in his eyes as soon as he jumped in. Wang Fan knew that he had to protect his gun no matter what.

Of course, although Aka'sIt can be quite violent, but it also requires protection.

Even if Wang Fan enters the mud...In their eyes, they still saw the assault rifle in hand.

"Quickly, I'm about to be killed."

Uncle Feng shouted, but Wang Fan was unable to aim at that moment. Wang Fan's eyes were blinded. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but his right eye was burning and he couldn't see anything clearly. Only his left eye could vaguely see where Uncle Feng was.

Uncle Feng shouted, "Hurry up, are you trying to kill your comrades again?"

"Quick, aim!"

Wang Fan decisively used his right handAmidst Uncle Feng's curses, Wang Fan drew his dagger.

After throwing out the dagger, Wang Fan immediately took out the water bottle again to clean his eyes. At this moment, Wang Fan didn't care about anything else; he only knew that his eyes were blurry and he needed to clean them immediately.

One minute later, Wang FanLooking up, he said, "Ah, so much easier." But when Wang Fan saw Uncle Feng while still holding a water bottle, the water bottle in Wang Fan's hand crashed into the drowning water.

Uncle Feng, with a smile on his face, gripped the hilt of Wang Fan's dagger with his left hand and asked Wang Fan, "Who gave you the confidence to be able to see clearly?""Under what circumstances could a throwing knife be used?"

Uncle Feng maintained his grip on the dagger hilt.Judging from the trajectory of the throwing knife, it wouldn't have hurt Uncle Feng.

"I, I..." Wang Fan himself didn't know how to explain. As soon as Uncle Feng urged him, Wang Fan got anxious. When Wang Fan got anxious, he wanted to throw a knife because Uncle Feng wouldn't let him fire a gun.

Of course, if it was in that situation just now...If Wang Fan were to fire, who knows how Uncle Feng would die?

Uncle Feng tossed the dagger to Wang Fan, who carefully caught it and put it away. Uncle Feng casually asked, "You seem quite confident in throwing the dagger."

Uncle Feng was no longer just slightly shocked; he was now filled with a sense of awe and wonder.

Wang Fan's throwing knives are really...That's impressive. Uncle Feng is really curious about how Wang Fan judged the throwing knife just now.

"I, I, I just made a rough judgment based on your voice, and then..." Before Wang Fan could finish speaking, Uncle Feng pressed him, "You actually dared to determine my location and throw a knife based on just a rough voice?"

Are your ears alright?

You know, just now all kinds ofWang Fan has tinnitus, okay? Is this kid crazy, relying on his hearing?

Wang Fan smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, Uncle Feng, to be honest, I have very good hearing."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Feng squatted down beside the mud puddle, puzzled, and asked, "How is it good?"

Wang Fan was even more embarrassed: "I used to win the provincial championship by relying on my hearing when I played games."

Wang Fan wasn't exaggerating when he said that.

Wang Fan, who was in college, also played online games. There was a game called "Crossing Rice Noodles" that had a ghost mode, and Wang Fan was quite good at playing that.

Simply put, in this game mode, if you're playing as a police officer, you can't see ghosts; you have to rely on your hearing to determine their location.Where is the ghost located? Wang Fan is a master at playing this game.

"That's interesting. You seem quite confident."

Uncle Feng had a smile on his face when he said this.

Upon hearing what Wang Fan said, Victor immediately checked Wang Fan's information during his university years, and sure enough, Wang Fan had indeed won a provincial individual championship.

"Is this game of crossing rice noodles really that amazing?"

I'll try it too.

Victor downloaded the game and started playing it himself.

Uncle Feng can be certain of one thing: Wang Fan's fiveofThey are definitely much more capable than the average person.

Their military training does include using hearing to determine the enemy's location behind barriers, but this...The power is still too low.

But for someone like Wang Fan...For some extraordinary people, it's much easier.

HumanityThey are all different.Yes, some people are born with exceptionally good eyesight and can see clearly from ten meters away.Some people can hear faint sounds from fifty meters away, even with characters the size of a palm. These are not unfounded claims; they are real.

Just like radio monitors during World War II, the requirement for waving hands was that one's hearing was above average.

ChangeWang Fan, who was making mud gourds, chuckled.He flashed his bright white teeth: "Hehe."

Wang Fan chuckled, and Uncle Feng suddenly shouted, "Immediately! Run to the truck's location and cover the retreat!"

As Uncle Feng spoke, he picked up the bamboo target and shook it from side to side with Wang Fan: "Left side...""There is an enemy in the womb."

CompleteWang Fan, struggling through the mud, aimed at the target, while Uncle Feng continued to shout out the target: "Quick, the enemy is on you!"Then, at the seven o'clock position.

Wang Fan quickly turned aroundUse the muzzle of an assault rifle to aim, the point is to avoid firing that bullet.go out.

gasWhen Wang Fan, panting heavily, rushed to the car, Uncle Feng's bamboo target was still beside him.It's a program that exists during regular mercenary training.

Uncle Feng suddenly shuddered"Look, the enemy and your team are entangled."

Uncle Feng shudderedA target becomesTwo were caught, and the two were still lingering back and forth. Wang Fan made a decisive move...He drew his pistol and aimed.

Uncle Feng continued to sway.The targets, two targets, swayed back and forth like roly-poly toys.

Wang Fan's gun barrel kept chasing the black figure.Suddenly, Uncle Feng dropped the target and shouted, "RPG coming from the ten o'clock position!"

Wang Fan was stunned for a moment, but his daze lasted less than a second. He then aimed his pistol at the ten o'clock position.

Uncle Feng's faceIt's quite terrifying: "Damn, this kid's not afraid of death, he even wants to fight!"Artillery shells.

Generally speaking, when rocket artillery attacks, people usually take cover; no one would be as foolish as Wang Fan to use a pistol to search for the rocket targets.

"You want to hit"Cannonballs?

Uncle Feng approached Wang Fan, who had put away his pistol.While asking questions.

Wang Fan picked up his AK-47 rifle and answered seriously, "Yes."

Since it's an incoming artillery barrage, all my teammates are here.If everyone tries to dodge, the shells will definitely kill everyone. Why not fire the shells instead?This eliminates security.Suffering from.

Uncle Feng gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "You're something else. Take RPG shells for example, they travel at 272 meters per second. You think you can hit them?"?

Wang Fan asked Wang Fan, somewhat annoyed, "Is it not allowed?"

If Uncle Feng hadn't denied Wang Fan's answer, he would have said, "No, you can ask around and see who dares to fire an RPG."

"Kevin."

Wang Fan answered this question without hesitation.

Uncle Feng asked curiously, "Who is Kevin?"

Wang Fan chuckled and replied, "The old man in 'Crimson Flame Battlefield II,' he used his left..."pistol shot"The shells were fired."

Uncle Feng looked furious at the time.