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Arrow led Zhang Yang through several Dao Gates to an unusually open area behind the base, overgrown with weeds that obscured the original paths.
“Sniper rifle!” Zhang Yang exclaimed as he spotted an 85-type sniper rifle set up behind a small mound.
“I have always believed that sniping is the true form of shooting! However, I dislike teaching others how to snipe because if one lacks talent, hard work alone won't suffice,” Arrow said, extending his index finger and gesturing lightly in the air. “Let's start with the most common 85-type sniper rifle.”
“Li Jian, I often see armed police using this rifle on missions,” Zhang Yang remarked. Now that he was with Arrow, he had simplified “Teacher Li” to “Li Jian,” sometimes even calling him “Li God,” which was a shortened version of “Li Gun God.”
“The characteristic of a sniper rifle is its long range and precision; the feeling of control it provides is unmatched by other types of firearms.” Arrow approached and gently stroked the sniper rifle. “The 85-type sniper rifle uses a 7.62X54mm machine gun round, with an effective range of 800 meters. However, it has obvious drawbacks: strong recoil can lead to fatigue, and the firing pin is prone to breaking.”
“That’s not right; I remember seeing online that someone set a record for an effective kill at 1333 meters with the 85-type sniper rifle,” Zhang Yang countered.
“That person was me. The 800 meters is the established effective range; beyond 1000 meters, it relies entirely on feel,” Arrow said, snorting lightly. “Let’s get started.”
Arrow lay down and looked through the scope before beginning to explain the basic techniques to Zhang Yang. At this moment, there was a paper target shaped like a person hanging from the treetops, swaying gently in the wind at a distance of 800 meters.
After finishing his introduction, Zhang Yang lay down and looked through the scope. He could vaguely make out that the headshot on the paper target resembled him.
“I mean, is this really necessary?” Zhang Yang turned to look at Arrow.
“If I could get a photo of your girlfriend, I wouldn’t need yours,” Arrow replied as he lit a cigarette. “This goes without saying: as a sniper, psychological quality is paramount.”
Suddenly, Zhang Yang jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Arrow, startling him. “What are you doing?”
“I didn’t know you smoked! I’m dying here; I packed my things but there’s nowhere to buy cigarettes inside. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Zhang Yang rubbed his hands together. “Hurry up and give me one.”
“No smoking is allowed here; I’m sneaking it. I’m the only one with a key to this shooting range, so I dare to smoke,” Arrow pulled out a cigarette and tossed it to Zhang Yang. “Finish it quickly and then give it a try.”
“Li Jian, are you familiar with that Black Instructor?” Zhang Yang asked while smoking.
“Yeah, we were both part of the Red Fox Assault Team, and later we came to the Blade Training Camp together.”
“Looking at your skills and temperament, if it weren’t for the Blade Training Camp, you both would probably have retired back home.”
"Oh?"
"Stop pretending. You two are already envied for your skills, and with your strange tempers, you won't get promoted. You're getting older; what else can you do besides being a foot soldier? If you don't go back home, what will you do?"
"I think you don't look like a student; you look more like an old man, just a bit poor."
"Hehe. I'll take the first shot." Zhang Yang extinguished his cigarette and crouched down to aim. "Southeast wind, level two to three," Arrow said beside him.
With a bang, one eye of the human-shaped target was pierced. "Awesome!" Seeing this, Arrow was about to leave, planning to let Zhang Yang practice on his own for a while. He thought: This kid is not only talented but also quite arrogant, wanting to hit the eye on his first shot.
Zhang Yang shook his head while crouching: "Li Jian, I actually wanted to hit the center of the forehead."
"How did you measure the wind speed? That paper target is also swaying slightly; did you account for that?" Arrow replied, "This is already impressive. It's your first time using a sniper rifle at an 800-meter range, and you only missed by this little bit."
Arrow crouched down, aimed, and fired; the bullet hit right in the center of the forehead.
"I've already explained the technical essentials to you. This shot of mine isn't to prove I'm better; it's to tell you that at a certain level, it all relies on feeling. I didn't really aim or calculate much just now." Arrow stood up and looked at Zhang Yang: "You need to feel it with your heart."
"With your level, calling you a sharpshooter isn't an exaggeration. As for sniper rifles, I won't touch any others; just the Type 85 for me," Zhang Yang said as he crouched down again to fiddle with it.
"I'm going to lie down under that tree for a while. You keep practicing; I'll leave you two cigarettes," Arrow instructed before turning to leave. "Sharpshooter. This kid knows how to flatter!" Arrow muttered disdainfully to himself but felt a surge of pride inside.
After a week of training, Zhang Yang had learned some essential firearm techniques from Arrow.
Zhang Yang's final practice involved holding a Desert Eagle in each hand and shooting at tossed clumps of dirt on the sniper training range. In the end, he fired both guns simultaneously, turning two clumps of dirt into a dust storm.
"I think without weighing at least 160 pounds, one generally can't handle the recoil of this Desert Eagle. This gun looks beautiful, but in real combat, it's quite troublesome," Arrow remarked. "As for you being an abnormal shooter, I won't say much more."
After finishing his shots, Zhang Yang spun the guns: "It really is beautiful!" It was unclear whether he was referring to the gun's beauty or boasting about his shooting skills.
"Let's have dinner together tonight; come to my dorm," Arrow suggested, seeming a bit reluctant: "We're finishing our firearms training."
"Really? Li Jian, is it over so soon?"
"I've run out of tricks. The rest mainly depends on your own insights. As I said, when you reach a certain level, it really comes down to a feeling," Arrow said. "Follow me."
Zhang Yang followed Arrow to the Firearms Training Room. Arrow opened a private locker in the storage room and took out a Peach Wood Box.
Inside was a brand new Desert Eagle.
"The ones you saw before were all .44 caliber, the regular Desert Eagle. What you're looking at now is a .357 caliber, limited edition Desert Eagle," Arrow said as he took out the gun. The silver body of the gun emitted a special aura that made him take a deep breath.
"In 1986, 1,000 pieces of the limited edition .357 caliber Desert Eagle were produced. Among them, there are 100 gold versions, 400 silver versions, and 500 bronze versions, all marked as .357. The limited editions come with a beautiful peach wood box," Arrow explained. "This is a silver version. It was given to me by an old leader of mine back then."
Arrow closed the Peach Wood Box and handed it to Zhang Yang: "This is for you."
"It's a bit too precious, Li Jian." Zhang Yang hesitated verbally but reached for the box. At that moment, Arrow suddenly pulled his hand back.
"Hey? I was just about to say I couldn't accept it," Zhang Yang said anxiously, but he felt embarrassed to reach out again, leaving him in an awkward situation.
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