Supreme Medicinal God

"You can finally target!"

Whether it is a dormitory for boys or a dormitory for girls, there is a constant cry of excitement.[Latest chapter reading]

And for the first time, everyone gathered downstairs within a minute without any complaints.

Of course, these people do not include Ye Feng.

He was not very interested in guns, especially the micro-punch in Nie Qingwu's hand, which was inconvenient to carry. It was not as convenient as the needle bag in his hand.

"Old rules, first run three rounds around the C field, go to breakfast after half an hour of military posture."

After seeing the queue assembly, Nie Qingwu's face showed a smile of J swindle, he carried the gun behind his back and looked at everyone.

In a word, everyone sighed suddenly.

I thought I could go downstairs to gather in a minute, and then I could feel the real gun, but I was still played by Nie Qingwu.

After running, the military posture stood, the breakfast was over, and everyone gathered in the C field.

Surprisingly, Nie Qingwu's words in the morning weren't actually playing with them. Today, he was really going to shoot at the shooting range.

But it wasn't the slight punch in Nie Qingwu's hands in the morning, but the old-fashioned eight-two rifle that was about to be eliminated in the army.

And because the number of firearms is limited, it is not possible to make a gun by hand, and each class can only enter the shooting range in batches.

But it was because of the order of the batches that all the teams were arguing.

After all, everyone wants to touch the gun in the first place, and doesn't want to stare at others to shoot.

"That's good. Each team recommends a candidate. Let's do a firearms dismantling exercise. The faster the team selected by the team dismantles and recovers, the faster the target team will conduct target training."

In the end, Nie Qingwu proposed a fair solution.

"Instructor, why is it not better than shooting, than dismantling a firearm?"

But even so, some people questioned Nie Qingwu's solution.

Real guns are fun to play with. What's the point of disassembling firearms? It's better to wipe your own gun...

"For soldiers, a gun is life. On the battlefield, if there is no gun, it is lifeless. Only use the gun as a part of the body, to understand it, to familiarize it, to cherish it, when the gun is united, when shooting To be more precise."

Nie Qingwu shook his head solemnly and said in a deep voice.

"According to your statement, isn't a gun the same as a woman. Only when you understand her and cherish her can you make you not need to lose her temper when you need her, and you can use it with confidence." Ye Feng said with a smirk.

A word fell, and the boys in the Fang team immediately burst out a hearty laugh.

Nie Qingwu was speechless for a while, this guy was absolutely terrible, and even this could reach the woman.

But she can't help but deny that Ye Feng's remarks have some truth. The gun is indeed very similar to the woman. Only when you understand it will you not lose your temper when you need it.

"Each class recommends its own representative."

Nie Qingwu didn't want to be entangled in this issue for too long. After waving his hand, he said strongly.

She said so, and the people in the various queues are naturally not good to say anything, but can only recommend people.

"I chose the boss. If he comes on the court, we should be able to touch the guns for the first time."

At the beginning, Ji Jixiao nodded Ye Feng loudly.

The others in Class 4 did not hesitate, and they chose Ye Feng.

Although Jingtian hesitated, he thought of the temptation to touch the gun and voted for Ye Feng.

Soon, the candidates selected by the various queues were selected, most of them Ye Feng did not know, but a class in the Department of Economics and Management of Qingyuan University, but recommended an old acquaintance of Ye Feng-Wang Zihao.

This guy has an excited face and keeps rubbing his hands. Obviously he wants to use this field to pull back a game.

After seeing the selection of the nominees in each queue, Nie Qingwu beckoned and called a proud young soldier——

"This is Liu Feng, the sharpshooter of our brigade, and the creator of the shooting record of this gun in your hands. Then he will perform for you. When you know the extreme point of the gun, disassembly and assembly can also be done. Moving clouds and flowing water is like art!"

Hearing Nie Qingwu's words, the young soldier raised his hand handsomely, saluted everyone, and knelt down on one leg, holding the gun up.

Wow!

After a dazzling movement, thirty seconds later, the eighty-two bar was dismantled into a pile of parts by the young soldiers.

"Wow! It's so handsome!"

"I must also find a soldier to be a boyfriend in the future! And I want to find a sharpshooter, this is too fast!"

For a time, the girls of the various teams shined in their eyes, and even more boldly began to throw a wink at the young soldiers.

Nie Qingwu smiled triumphantly, she brought Liu Feng over just to shake the pride of these days.

Now it seems that her goal has been achieved.

Click!Click!

However, Nie Qingwu opened his mouth, prepared to praise Liu Feng, and then gave these freshmen a lesson when they suddenly heard the sound of a bracing pull.

Turning her head again, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and growled: "Ye Feng, how did you disassemble the gun!"

"Don't we teach us to disassemble guns? The instructor has already done it, and we naturally have to follow the drill again."

Ye Feng looked at Nie Qingwu suspiciously, his face innocent.

"You can do it after reading it..."

Nie Qingwu was so angry that she couldn't help but roar, but just halfway through the words, she felt something was wrong and swept to Ye Feng before, stupefied: "All demolished... You were all demolished? Have you touched it before?" gun?"

"the first time."

Ye Feng smiled and touched his nose: "It may be a gift."

God you are a big head ghost!

Nie Qingwu felt that this guy was probably dismantled by mistake, and said: "Since you are so talented, you can reassemble the disassembled gun for me. I don’t want you to be able to achieve the speed of Liu Feng. , As long as you can finish stitching in three minutes, I will let you the first of four shifts to touch the gun."

"Three minutes? Instructor Nie, do you look down on people too much?"

Ye Feng dismissed his lips, and then looked at the gentle, Lanlinger and others who were looking forward to looking forward, and said with a smile: "If my speed can exceed his time, can you add an hour to our target time."

"No problem, deal!"

Nie Qingwu agreed without a blink of an eye.

It is easy to dismantle and grab, but if you want to put the dismantled things back in, it will be troublesome.

A slight deviation and omission may cause the splicing to fail completely.

The first time you touch the gun, it can be disassembled and disassembled. This is indeed not easy, but it is not without precedent.

But the first time she touched the gun, she could install the disassembled gun again. She hadn't seen anyone who could do it.

Wow!Wow!

Ye Feng smiled, two hands grabbed the parts on the ground, like the butterflies in the flowers, with a speed that made Nie Qingwu stunned, he quickly spliced ​​the gun back on.

From the beginning to the end, in less than twenty seconds, the speed, the sharpshooter Liu Feng opened his mouth, ashamed.

"Instructor Nie, you have to talk about it..."

Ye Feng grabbed his gun and took a look, then looked at Nie Qingwu and smiled.

Although it is indeed difficult to assemble the gun, for him who never forgets it, he has already remembered the position of each part of the firearm when he just disassembled it.

The so-called assembly is nothing more than stuffing things into the frame of memory.

"you……"

Nie Qingwu was completely shocked by the speed with which Ye Feng assembled firearms.

At such an alarming speed, if you say bad things, you can get a pennant of the army's guns to decompose the model.

After staring at Ye Feng for a while, she murmured: "What the hell are you doing? Is it the first time you touch the gun?"

(End of this chapter)