A War Between Spies

Yang Yi is a bit stunned. His education from small to large is to keep correct and important, correct posture, correct behavior, and correct attitude.

Keeping it right is something that is inscribed in Yang Yi’s bones.

"Is the posture correct?"

"Nothing wrong."

After the book was finished, he thought about it and said: "It is very important to pose correctly. Training with the correct posture may feel a little hindrance in a short time, but after a long time to adapt to the correct posture, it will let you have Whatever progress, no matter which kind of exercise, receiving the correct training from the time when it is not possible, the effect is often better, because a piece of white paper is obviously easier to draw than a piece of paper full of paintings."

Yang Yi immediately realized the problem.

If he is a newbie, it is understandable that some of the actions are rigid when shooting in the right direction, but the problem is that he has already played at least tens of thousands of bullets. He is not a newbie.

The people who teach Yang Yi shooting are all experts. They are all the people who are the best at shooting in the world, but why they didn't find any problems.

Yang Yi has some doubts.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Yi said with a blank face: "No one has said that my posture is a bit stiff when I shoot."

Ben shrugged and said: "Maybe I will only shoot and not fight. I have been working here for a long time. I have seen too many people shooting. I have also seen how a person's shooting state from nervous to relaxed has evolved. You feel like a newcomer who is in contact with shooting soon."

Just like a bright light into the dark room.

Yang Yi felt that he had touched the key. He raised his hand and trembled: "Let me think about it."

Finding problems, summarizing problems, analyzing problems, and finding solutions to problems are what Yang Yi is good at.

"I just said that because I was too eager to shoot the right shot, it caused the inaccuracy?"

Yang Yi trembled and said his conclusion.

After thinking about it for a while, Ben nodded and said: "It can be said that the good shooters I have seen, when they can play their best standards, are all played in a relaxed state, if you are nervous, Then you can't fight well."

"I am not nervous, but I am always reminding myself to remind myself that I must play well. I understand..."

The window paper is transparent, but it is not transparent.

Yang Yi immediately lifted the gun again, but he quickly released the gun again, because he found that he would subconsciously make a standard posture as long as he raised the gun, and the body would always try to maintain the correct posture, but The problem is that when shooting, especially when it comes to real gun battles, it is often impossible to maintain a stable posture.

The correct and standard posture is important, but it is not suitable for Yang Yi, the genius, because he paid too much for the right.

Yang Yi put down the gun, and then he said with excitement: "How should I practice?"

I seriously thought about it and said: "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"I am just an administrator, I am not a shooting coach, so I don't know how to teach you."

Yang Yi has seen a lot of excellent shooters, but this is the first to point out that he is not allowed to play because the shooting action is too standard.

"You must know, but you can't remember for a moment, please, think about how you practice shooting? Help me, please."

Ben thought about it for a long time, then he looked helplessly: "I just practiced like that."

"How to practice? Can you show me a few shots?"

Ben took the gun from Yang Yi’s hand, and then he held the gun with one hand, raised his face casually, and then shot a few shots toward the target.

All ten rings.

"Just like this..."

When he spoke, Ben gave the gun to his left hand, then he shot a few more shots, understated, and the very random gun shot ten rings.

"The hand will shake, you just need to... Hey, just just hit it, just hit it."

Ben put down the pistol, and then he looked embarrassed: "Many people have taken too many bullets, and then they can't finish it. I am bored here every day, and I don't like to re-register the bullets that I brought out. So I finished the remaining bullets. For many years, I just played it. You asked me how to play, sorry, I won’t teach."

Yang Yi lingered for a while, then he whispered: "I understand, just my mother oh... I will do it."

He picked up the pistol again and put on a magazine, but this time Yang Yi was holding it with one hand, but he immediately found himself entering the shooting position immediately.

Yang Yi's so-called shooting attitude is that the body and the brain all react and prepare for the correct shooting method.

Yang Yi put down the gun. He pulled his head to the side and pointed the gun at the target and pulled the trigger.

This very strange way: "What are you doing? I have never seen anyone who can look at the target."

Yang Yi smiled and said: "I am different from you. I am different from you. I just pick up the gun and look at the target. It will automatically enter the correct mode. It is not good for me to pursue the correct correct shooting position. So what I have to do now is... just hit it."

This time, I really played it casually. Yang Yi did not pursue a few rings. He just filled the bullets and then randomly played them out and repeated them.

Now Yang Yi is purely a slap in the face, not in love, does not matter.

Yang Yi finally knows what is really a relaxing shot, and he now deliberately avoids remembering this feeling. For him, deliberately remembering is better than not remembering.

Finally, Yang Yi turned his head, then he looked at the target, and his hand slammed over and shot the gun across.

Strike horizontally, slantingly, waving this arm up and down, waving and playing around, how to fight how to play.

Ben touched his chin and said: "I am seeing you for the first time, man, you are wasting bullets."

Yang Yi smiled and said: "We don't have to pay for ourselves."

"This is true."

While talking with Ben, Yang Yi is shooting at random, the bullet of .22 is small and the hand is not too shocked, so Yang Yi is really relaxed now~www.readwn.com~ Ben and Yang Yi chatted for a day, then he chatted while helping Yang Yi to load bullets into the magazine, and when the magazines were all empty, Yang Yi also installed with this.

When Yang Yi felt right, the trouble finally came to the door.

Three people entered the indoor shooting range together, and then they came directly to Yang Yi.

"Kid, you are hiding here."

A middle-aged man has a smile on his face, but the words are not at all polite.

"It really makes us look for it. Why, if you take advantage of it, you want to escape? This is not right, man, I suggest that you better go back to the fighting field and compete with us for the last time."

Yang Yi put down the gun, then he said to the open man: "Don't you find that I am very busy now? Gentlemen, can you please show the gentleman's demeanor? I said, I don't have time to play with you. I won’t go again in the fighting field, thank you.”

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