Motorized aspect

Chapter 90 I Don't Care

Angelina looked at the two with a strange expression. The chief instructor was a bit eager for love and talent. He completely regarded their pair of blooming school geniuses as air. Big exclamation point.

Although Zi Mu serves as Fenglei's acting teacher, she is also a genius of the same generation as Feng Yi. The enthusiasm between the dean and Grande gradually ignited the fighting spirit in her heart that is difficult to calm down. It is true that she is inferior in fighting skills, but her military literacy is by no means It's as simple as fighting!
But it has to be said that Grande really doesn’t put Purple Eyes and Angelina in his eyes. He will not overestimate or underestimate someone. From a side perspective, the possession of a genius who has not been on the battlefield is only theoretical. Geniuses and Feng Yi are different, and the conditions on the 103 colonial star are cruel. This alone cannot be compared with a harmonious society.

In the eyes of an ace pilot, the so-called genius is nothing more than that, and he has no capital for pride. The same goes for Feng Yi. Grande only has higher expectations for him.

A group of five people walked quickly through the aisle and entered the No. 2 military base. The No. 2 military base surrounded the [-]-meter playground. This is a gathering area with a variety of people with a complicated internal environment. It is also a weekend leisure place for soldiers of the armed forces. Entertainment, medical and fitness in one.

When you come indoors, the scene is not as neat as you think. There is a busy scene of robots in the empty hall... Some wounded soldiers are sitting at the bar looking out through the portholes, and some soldiers are driving in and out of armed cross-country vehicles. The huge Below the free fighting arena were the noisy whistles of countless warriors... They kept cheering for the two warriors on the stage and kept placing bets in their hands. There were even a few low-level officers in the group who took the lead and shouted as if no one else was around.

The senior generals who were coming in and out just glanced at them casually and ignored them at all. Only the recruits secretly debugging their equipment on one side of the hall were silent, but that was only relatively speaking. You couldn't tell from this group of bastards with an unkempt military appearance. I saw a little bit of soldiers, but they were a group of real warriors. Many of them were soldiers who had already left the battlefield or were about to enter a new star field.

A group of five people passed through the gravity zone, the gym, and finally stopped suddenly at the indoor shooting range. Two soldiers stopped in front of Grande. They were still wearing space battle suits at this time. They were obviously mobile suit pilots and successfully recognized him. As expected, the famous ace fighter of the Federation, the next second, the soldier asked Grande for his autograph.

On a whim, Grande smiled and shrugged, "Haha, I didn't expect my popularity to have spread to Alpha." Seeing him write directly on the soldier's clothes with a swipe of his pen.

Grande turned around and said, "Feng Yi, do you have any research on shooting?"

"It's ok."

"Not bad, how about we warm up here?" Grande looked at the dean.

The dean was naturally happy when he heard the words, a pair of fox eyes kept turning around, don't think that Fenglei Military Academy can't find anyone, "Hey, there is an indispensable exchange between young people, purple eyes, are you interested in coming up to Colonel Grande?" Show your hands?"

Even though the old dean said so, he didn't really want to compare with Feng Yi, he just wanted to let Grande know what Feng Lei's true level is.

Who is afraid of whom?No matter whether you show your strength or have no objection to anything, Zi Mou provoked the conversation, "I don't care, what is Feng going to compare?"

"Anything is fine, just do whatever you want, I don't care." Zi Mu casually took out an M616 automatic rifle beside him, "That's it."

Wilbur's eyes turned green. Purple Eyes is a 100-ring kilometer sniper who has won third-class merit. Although she is not holding a sniper rifle, it is almost the same. In terms of distance, he has a unique advantage, "I think the time limit can be avoided." Wilbur was afraid that Feng Yi would not be able to keep up with the shooting rhythm of Purple Eyes, and doing so would be a bit of a bully.

"Count me in." Angelina said not to be outdone, and raised her head provocatively towards her purple eyes. She didn't take Feng Yi seriously at all, and an electric current shot out of their eyes inexplicably.

When the signal sounded, three disassembled guns and magazines popped out of the device with a creak. Zi Mou and Angelina did not move. They raised their eyes and glanced at Feng Yi as if they had reached a consensus... They are all proud of shooting , obviously intending to give Feng Yi time to reload.

Feng Yi looked left and right, "Has it already started?"

The two didn't answer, but Wilbur said impatiently: "Silly boy, hurry up and reload before now."

It seems that these two women have high self-confidence in themselves. Since they are so elegant, you are welcome. Seeing him sweep away ten bullets with a big wave of his hand...

That was ten rounds of ammunition. Wilbur just wanted to criticize Feng Yi for not being able to take so many at once. This would only reduce the loading efficiency. The reloading is completed within 2 seconds of Fengyi's violent reloading.

The magazine reloading speedometer showed that Feng Yi spent a total of 1.88 seconds to complete the loading of the bullet. The jaw-dropping efficiency finally moved Grande aside!Followed by another burst of metal sounds, Feng Yi quickly assembled the gun in an almost violent way.

Click!The body of the gun was kicked into the void by Feng Yi like a stick of fire. At this moment, his lazy facial expression had long since disappeared, replaced by a serious face. At this moment, it seemed that he had returned to the same year when he was racing against time again!

Clang, click, click!Feng Yi's five fingers slapped the rotating automatic rifle in the void with a rhythm that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Amidst the continuous sound, the gun needle was pushed into place instantly, clang... the recoil bullet and the recoil spring made a long buzzing sound, crackle!With the clanging sound of the gun guard, the receiver was assembled at the same time.The single point was closed and the process of debugging the sight was skipped. When Feng Yi weighed the feel of the M616 gun, the four people around him were speechless...

The gun assembly process didn't take 4 seconds before and after. Even the elite mech maintenance fighters can't reach this kind of data, right?Was it simply done like that?You can't help but admit that the bloody fact happened right before your eyes.

Losing the accurate calibration of the front sight will not trouble Feng Yi. In the long run, in the law of survival, he has completed a series of operations by relying on the flow of the wind and the feel of the gun. A true ammunition expert will not rely too much on the limitations of the weapon itself. It is true that Feng Yi has not yet reached the level of an ammunition expert—but this kind of fighting method that feels natural with the body is beyond the reach of an ammunition expert.

Rub... shoot!
(End of this chapter)