Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The little girl left and went to look for food, Xiaohong lay on the shooting position thinking: That person just now was talking about me, right?

Picking up the binoculars beside me, I looked at the gun target 150 meters away. I shot seven or eight clips, and less than ten hit the target. As for the bullets that missed the target, God knows where they went.

Even with the standard design posture, the shoulders are painful.

At this time, she realized that guns are not so fun, not to mention shooting accurately, even if she wants to hold the gun, it is not easy.

Xu San's figure suddenly appeared in her mind. She raised her hand to shoot, pointing and shooting, which really made her look forward to it very much.

When thinking of Xu San, he naturally thought of his stinky face, and when he thought of that stinky face, he felt angry.

I promised to bring myself to practice guns, but I ran away. It took a long time, but I didn’t even have a shadow. Although there are enough bullets now, without his personal guidance, Xiaohong still feels a little lost. I feel something is missing.

There was still that kind of sparse gunfire on the shooting range, and the loud voice just now was no longer heard.

The man said that someone owed him money and hit his target. It seemed that he was very angry. If it were me, I would be angry too, but who is so owed and hit his target?

Xiao Hong raised her seductive eyebrows, then looked at her target paper, and suddenly felt that the man seemed to be talking about herself. After all, the rate of hitting the target was less than [-]%, so the rest of the bullets flew there and said indefinite.

I glanced at the two target positions, and felt that it was really possible, after all, the two targets were not too far apart.

Put a new magazine on the 400 cover, check it, and after confirming that there is no problem, Xiaohong put the gun on her shoulder again, put the ruler flat, and muttered in her heart, the ruler lying flat is to hit the target within [-] meters
"Bah!"

With a gunshot, Xiaohong's body trembled slightly, and then her brows also twitched.

Missed again!

But it’s okay, after so many shots, Xiaohong is used to it now, she believes that marksmanship is fed by bullets, as long as she holds her brother-in-law’s thigh firmly, her marksmanship will definitely be improved if there are enough bullets .

Five bullets were fired in no time.

One nine rings, four misses.

She is quite satisfied with this result, because there is still a nine ring.

Maybe, next time it can be taken care of better.

"Good marksmanship! Another heart!"

Just as Xiao Hong was about to change a new magazine, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind.

"There is no red heart, just nine rings!" Xiaohong said modestly.

"No, I didn't say your target, I said mine!" The voice behind said with a hint of displeasure.

These words made Xiaohong's body tremble slightly, and she glanced back, and saw a 27-year-old officer standing behind her, looking at her with displeasure.

It's over, the Lord is here.

The guilty Xiaohong couldn't think of an excuse for a while, so she could only say vaguely, "That...is the target of Bullet falling in love with you, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who traveled thousands of miles to meet each other."

After speaking, he stood up and showed a charming and apologetic smile.

In fact, her charm was not deliberately brought out, but a habit that is not a habit.

But it was this kind of charm that immediately made the officer lose all anger.

At this moment, not only was there no anger at all, but another fire was rising in his lower abdomen.

The person who came was Merida, the commander of a communications battalion and the brother-in-law of brigade commander Hao Jianping. This time he came to Ping'an County with Hao Jianan just to relax. Because Hao Jianan wanted to talk about military affairs, he came to the shooting range to pass the time.

His marksmanship can only be considered average, but this half is considered good in his communication battalion, and he is the brother-in-law of the brigade commander, so there are always a group of people around him who flatter him and praise his marksmanship as a god , Over time, he also regarded himself as a god.

Today he had nothing to do, so he followed Hao Jianan to Wuying to relax. He decided to show off his "godly" marksmanship when he had nothing to do for a while, but it didn't work out. One-third of the people in the fifth battalion work in the cement factory, one-third of the people are pulled out to perform a five-kilometer cross-country, and the rest are either in the stronghold or some civilian staff, and such people are basically not interested in my shooting. .

In such a situation, Merida, who was originally excited to shoot the target, had the feeling of punching cotton.

But since you're here, let's fight, as if you are familiar with the feeling of guns.

However, before he had fired a few clips, he discovered that someone had hit his target, either the eighth ring or the ninth ring, and the last shot hit the red heart.

Hitting someone else's heart instead of your own target is a provocative behavior on the shooting range.

Seeing the red heart, Merida's anger rose, and at the same time, his warlike heart also came up, so he shouted loudly, hoping that the person who hit him with the red heart would stand up.

As a result, no one paid him any attention.

It's not that no one paid attention to her, but that Xiaohong, who shot, didn't know where the bullets she fired went.

Merida's military rank is Battalion Commander, which is on the same level as He Yong. Although Xiaohong doesn't know him, she dare not underestimate him.

Merida looked at Xiaohong's charming smile, and suddenly felt that she couldn't speak. She suddenly forgot all the words she had just thought up, and she wanted to reorganize her words but didn't know where to start.

Staring at Xiaohong's pretty face, Merida held back for a long time, and finally said two words: "Auntie."

Xiao Hong frowned slightly, pretending to be angry, "Am I that old?"

"No." Merida still stammered.

Frowning slightly, Xiao Hong thought, why is this man stuttering, didn't he speak fluently just now?
Is it because of me?
Thinking of this, Xiaohong smiled, and suddenly she felt that her charm was still the same, but she had lost confidence in it after being with Xu San for a long time, making her think that she was a female college student who became more and more ugly.

Seeing Merida's ugly appearance today, she couldn't help but regain her confidence in her own charm.

He was a little more charming than before, and then lowered his head slightly, with a shy and coy attitude, "Then, sir, did I do something wrong just now?"

"no no."

Merida was still unable to speak well, so he quickly shut up, raised his hand, gritted his teeth, and slapped himself in the face.

"Snapped!"

A mouth hit him on the face, and one side of his cheek swelled up just by looking at it.

"Girl, I didn't mean that. I was just now."

Under the effect of this slap, Merida finally recovered his normal language ability. He thought about his words and said, "Young lady, that's right. I just came here to ask for advice because I saw that she was fascinated by marksmanship."