Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 25 is not normal

Wang Fan, a newcomer who was just getting to know the underworld, was given a strong dose of medicine by Uncle Feng.

"Remember this: when you say you want to be a mercenary, you've got nowhere to go."

Uncle Feng stood in front of Wang Fan, and in his eyes, he looked even more like a teacher than Lyme.He was scolding Wang Fan.

Uncle Feng said all this for a reason, of course, to make Wang Fan realize that war could come knocking at any time.

Wang Fan stood unprepared in front of Uncle Feng, who held his strange pistol in both hands: "First, show me how to aim a gun. Let me see what you've taught yourself."How were the results?

Wang Fan is indeed somewhat...Wang Fan picked up the assault rifle willingly. Uncle Feng was quite satisfied with Wang Fan's gun-holding posture, as Lem had given Wang Fan some pointers before.

Wang Fan's best feature is his left hand.He gripped the front of his rifle in the hand grip position, a grip method instructed by Lem.

"Enough with the small talk, let's begin."

Uncle Feng had already raised his two guns and aimed them at Wang Fan, but of course, Uncle Feng wouldn't kill Wang Fan just because he had the guns pointed at him.

Who knew that Wang Fan would chicken out at this moment and throw away the assault rifle: "No, this is too crazy."

Who knew that the moment Uncle Feng saw Wang Fan so carelessly discard his rifle, Uncle Feng's sharp eyes fixed intently on Wang Fan: "Pick it up."

Wang Fan shook his head desperately: "No, people could die if something goes wrong like this."

Uncle Feng is obviouslySomething was wrong. Uncle Feng pointed the gun directly at Wang Fan's forehead: "Pick it up, I'll let you have it, pick it up."

Uncle Feng's tone changed, becoming so terrified that Wang Fan trembled just hearing his voice.stand up.

Wang Fan didn't dare say he wouldn't pick it up anymore, seeing the black...Wang Fan was terrified by the sight of the gun barrel with its dagger-like tip.

Wang Fan slowly crouched down and picked up the assault rifle. Uncle Feng still had the gun pointed at Wang Fan: "Remember, a soldier should never abandon his weapon.".

I've only ever seen one kind of spiciness.Abandon WuThat means surrender.

I don't wantIf you ever abandon martial arts againSince you've chosen this path, never surrender, even if it means death.

Surrendering is a disgrace to a mercenary's dignity, do you understand?

Uncle Feng's words suddenly pierced Wang Fan's heart, touching his dignity.

Peng and Wang Fan were completely taken aback; Uncle Feng really didn't give him a refund.An opportunity, a single shotHe reached over Wang Fan's head.

If you could slow it down, the bullet was only one centimeter away from Wang Fan's head. What does that mean?

Uncle Feng started right away, really not giving Wang Fan a chance.

This shot truly shocked Wang Fan; his hand, holding the assault rifle, began to...shake.

"My brow."

After Uncle Feng finished speaking, he fired two more bullets, one from each hand.By aiming at Wang Fan's head, is Uncle Feng really not afraid of actually killing Wang Fan?

In Uncle Feng's words, no, because they believe in their marksmanship.

One can fire twenty-four bullets into oneThe gunman, BenofHis divine qualities are undoubtedly high.

"Know what"Building TrustShould we attack?

Uncle Feng then asked Wang Fan what else?Building Trusthit.

Wang Fan shook his head in terror.Holding the gun with trembling hands,I didn't even think about aiming at Uncle Feng's forehead.

Wang Fan was terrified by Uncle Feng's two calm shots. Uncle Feng looked at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Uncle Feng, I can't face you."

Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, Uncle Feng was truly enraged this time and fired continuously.

Wang Fan was so frightened that he stood rooted to the spot.NoUncle Feng was only five meters away from Wang Fan.

However, if Uncle Feng makes even the slightest mistake at this close range of five meters, everyone knows the result could be that Wang Fan is buried alive.

“I told you, aim for my forehead.”

Uncle Feng's bullets have been fired.He swung his hands behind him, and there was a series of cracking sounds. If it were slow...If you look at it from the side, Uncle Feng is swaying backward.At that moment, two empty magazines were already thrown out, and at the same time, the waist pack on his lower back...The magazine that came out,

A perfect, direct connection.Chamber.

This seriesThe action is within a secondoverTherefore, it can be seen that Uncle Feng is definitely a master.

Looking at Wang Fan, he still had no...Despite his feelings, Uncle Feng still showed no pity.*Bang bang bang bang bang*, another shot was fired. Of course, Uncle Feng's marksmanship was already close to godlike, so it was impossible for him to hurt Wang Fan.

But Wang Fan was terrified; this was more terrifying than any so-called live-fire exercise.Truly, because of thisIt's live ammunition.It was an attack, and undoubtedly a real war.

“I told you, aim for my forehead, and your index finger must be on the trigger.”

Very few people can meet Uncle Feng's requirements.

It is important to know that when a person's nerves are stimulated...This is the most unstable situation; if the nerves deviate even slightly, the index finger can click involuntarily without conscious control.Trigger.

Therefore, even if Wang Fan tried his best to control himselfHowever, when facing someone shooting at you and aiming your own gun, the stimulation of gunfire can easily make you lose your nerve.

Therefore, if Wang Fan were to suddenly lose focus while aiming at Uncle Feng, the bullet would...Everyone knew that once they went out, the outcome wouldn't be Wang Fan dying, but Uncle Feng dying.

Peng, this time it's clear Uncle Feng is trying to provoke Wang Fan, starting with bullet after bullet.hit.

As soon as Wang Fan spoke, Uncle Peng Feng fired a bullet, and the bullet was still...He reached over Wang Fan's head.

The shooting range was monitored, and Victor, watching the monitor, was sweating profusely. He swallowed hard and muttered to himself, "I..."Has Uncle Feng gone mad?

This is even more terrifying than Uncle Lyme.

Uncle Peng was still firing at Wang Fan, and Wang Fan's expression...andThe clues already indicated that Wang Fan was almost there.She was on the verge of emotional collapse.

"Uncle, no, no."

Wang Fan was still shaking his head and talking, but Uncle Feng didn't say anything, continuing to fire bullet after bullet.This is a shot that even ordinary marksmen might not be able to handle.

As Uncle Feng fired his gun, he asked Wang Fan, "Are you afraid of dying?"

"I'm scared, I'm scared, but I don't want to kill you."

Wang Fan's StoryTo be honest, a newbie in this kind of...How could they not be afraid of death under such circumstances?

Snap, snap, Uncle Feng continued firing rhythmically, a rhythm that had already taken Wang Fan by heart.I'm going crazy.

"I didn't tell you to kill me, I just told you to point a gun at me, that's all."

Uncle Feng spoke casually, but it was true that a gun was pointed at him.

However, this gun is loaded with bullets, and if you accidentally pull the trigger...The trigger, the bullet will leave the barrel.

"No, no, I won't, that's too risky."

Wang Fan continued shaking his head, saying that he really couldn't take this step.

When Wang Fan arrived, Uncle Feng had already taken over.I cried.

Bang bang, Uncle Feng continued firing, while asking, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Become a mercenary."

Wang Fan even answered that he wanted to be a mercenary, and he started crying at that. He couldn't believe he was going to be a mercenary.mercenary.

Clap clap, Uncle Feng remained expressionless.He fired a shot and continued to ask, "Stand up. You are someone I value. Your current cowardice is only to make you stronger in the future."

I was once like you; I, an ordinary citizen, was simply thrown away...In war, surviving is a matter of luck.

"You won't survive, and that's the path you chose."

As Uncle Feng finished speaking, Wang Fan, with snot and tears streaming down his face, slowly raised his head. *Bang bang bang*, the gunfire continued, still aimed at Wang Fan..

"It was you who came here to be a mercenary. Nobody else was."You do this.

Uncle Feng is trying to win Wang Fan's heart; only by getting Wang Fan into this situation...Mental qualityOnly when he grows up will he dare to face war in the future.

According to statistics, one hundred new recruitsIn a war, those who survive are those with exceptional mental fortitude.of.

Of course, the death rate of new recruits in this battle was as high as 65%.

Wang Fan remained silent; it was still Uncle Feng who fired the first shot, and he trembled.He stood still for a moment.

Uncle Feng pressed on, "Do you want to be a mercenary?"

"think."

Wang Fan's attitude was very firm. He had been asked this question by Uncle Lyme long ago, and his answer had always been affirmative.

Suddenly, Uncle Feng holstered his pistol. Just as Wang Fan was about to relax, Uncle Feng picked up his AK-47 assault rifle.

Wang Fan was instantly stunned; the real drastic measure was yet to come.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, a series of bulletsThe bullet pierced Wang Fan's scalp, and Wang Fan stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to flinch, terrified that it would hit him.Focus on yourself.

"This is a bullet"As you passed by"Besides, are you scared?"

Uncle Feng asked questions while changing magazines, and it was clear that he was deliberately slowing down the magazine change process.

"Fear."

Wang Fan gave the same answer.

Rat-a-tat-tat, another burst of bullets.He gestured for Wang Fan to come over: "If you're afraid, why are you a mercenary? Mercenaries just go straight in...""You desperate bastard on the battlefield, what kind of mercenary are you?"

At this moment, Uncle Feng was cursing and scolding Wang Fan in Northern Chinese.

"This is the war you chose. You're afraid of it now. How can you control the war? If you're afraid, then get out of here."

I command you, aim at me, aim at me, aim at me.

Uncle Feng seems to have gone a bit crazy right now, he keeps shouting.Wang Fan was aiming at himself.

"The war I chose!"

Wang Fan began to ponder Uncle Feng's words carefully.

At this moment, Wang Fan was no longer afraid. When he recalled why he had come here, he was no longer afraid of the gunfire outside.

"Mercenaries are war machines facing death."If you're afraid, why are you doing this?

Pick up your gun and bravely face the hail of bullets.

Fear? What are you afraid of? Fear? What's this?

Come on, aim at me.

I want you to aim at me. If you're afraid, it'll be cannon fodder like you who die on the battlefield..

As Uncle Feng finished cursing, bullets continued to roar from the muzzle.

Who knew Uncle Feng would say a word that Wang Fan disliked hearing the most right now: spicy..

Some say that one either perishes in madness or runs rampant in madness.

"War does not need your restraint, war does not need your comrades."War needs no pity; true war is...It is nothingHell.

Facing everything bravely, even if it makes you abnormal, is the best choice in war.

Come on, aim at me.

Uncle Feng suddenly reloaded so fast that the bullets almost flew off the ground.There was no connection.