Yang Yue came to Qu Ming.

Qu Ming was a little nervous, but now he is even more nervous.

When eight bullets were fired, all of them were wasted. The deviation was very large. Among everyone, his shooting skills were undoubtedly the worst.

Will Yang Yue criticize such a bad result?

In fact, Yang Yue was indeed speechless. He seemed to have really accepted the wrong person.

I thought Qu Ming was a guerrilla captain and had at least a certain level of marksmanship. The requirements were not high, just like Yang Dazhi.

Unexpectedly, this guy is completely a newbie!

It's almost the same as when I was in Cangyunling, and even worse.

what to do?

Kick this guy out?

I'll just forget it. I still have to explore a set of training methods from Qu Ming.

It is unrealistic to expect dozens of Su Wenqian to fall from the world.

We still have to find a way to cultivate Su Wenqian in batches.

He is not Yamamoto Ichiki.

He does not have as much resources as Yamamoto Kazuki.

The Japanese army has two or three million troops. Among them, the number of elite veterans may be one-third.

These elite veterans have basically served for more than five years. They have very accurate marksmanship and very proficient in combat skills. Yamamoto only needs to choose one of the elites, and they are the elite among the elites.

However, the Eighth Route Army did not have such conditions.

Take Li Yunlong’s new regiment before him as an example. How many elite soldiers are there?

All of them may be less than fifty.

Reality is so cruel. There are very few elites.

On the one hand, there is a lack of sufficient resources to train. Without sufficient bullets, how do you train a sharpshooter?

On the other hand, the Eighth Route Army suffered too much combat losses. Many combat backbones were sacrificed. There was no condition for cultivating elite soldiers.

The continuous expansion of the army also caused the original backbone of the Red Army to be extremely dispersed, and a regiment may only be more than a dozen.

The worst of all are those above the platoon leader. Most of them are company commanders and battalion commanders. It is impossible for him to draw and cannot be transferred at all.

This situation will not be improved to a certain extent until the second half of 1944.

The problem is, it is March 1940 now...

Ah, no, today is April 2, 1940.

Before I knew it, it has been almost two months since I came to the world of Bright Sword.

Two months, if it is an era of peace, is really short. However, in the era of war, it is particularly long.

"I..." Qu Ming stuttered and didn't know what to say.

"Continue!" Yang Yue's expression remained motionless.

"I..." Qu Ming wanted to speak but stopped.

"Don't be afraid of wasting bullets." Yang Yue said solemnly, "Continue to practice!"

"Okay..." Qu Ming still felt very ashamed.

He did feel that he was wasting precious bullets. He had already wasted more than a dozen.

If he fought against the Japanese devils at close range, he would definitely be able to kill at least two enemies with more than a dozen bullets. But here, the distance is really a bit far.

"Call all these magazines." Yang Yue took out twenty magazines, a total of 160 bullets.

"Ah..." Qu Ming said that he was under great pressure.

So many bullets are you going to fire?

If you have killed everything, wouldn’t you... have no shame to see others?

Yang Yue ignored him and turned to look at the Yu brothers.

It should be said that the Yu brothers have a certain foundation in shooting. They are just more impatient.

How to say it?

The gun is unstable...

Before he could aim, he had already shot.

In other words, before you find the feeling of aiming, you can't wait to pull the trigger.

I always feel that I am late to shoot and will suffer a great loss.

How to practice such a person?

There is no other way.

Just feed it with bullets.

Until they find the feeling...

Each person also gave twenty magazines, a total of 160 bullets.

Beat hard!

Keep hitting until you feel it!

"come on!"

Turn around and come to Jiao Da's side.

Jiao Da is actually a cheerful man, the kind of Green Forest hero.

This guy actually didn't make much money in his opium business. Because he was generous and easy to talk about the price, he was often fooled.

Their shooting characteristics are also fast, cool, and they all went out.

As for whether or not you hit it, I don't care.

Such people are not suitable for being snipers. It’s better to save some bullets.

He handed over twenty magazines to Pi Changshan. Given his good marksmanship, he would not call him nickname. Daming.

Pi Changshan is actually interested in studying shooting. Unfortunately, there is no such condition.

The scope is actually not easy to find.

Because it must be matched with the gun.

Different types of guns have different types of scopes.

If you use the Mauser 98k scope to cover the Mosinna dry rifle, that's definitely not possible.

In the Chinese battlefield at that time, the number of scopes was very rare. Even if you pay for it, you can't buy them. There is no goods!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunshots were intermittent.

Not many Japanese were beaten.

Gradually, the Japanese gave the illusion that the Eighth Route Army was already at the end of their strength.

Look, when we spread our troops and chased us, the Eighth Route Army immediately couldn't do it.

Involuntarily, the Japanese pursued faster.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Five hundred meters...

Four hundred meters...

As a result, the hit rate suddenly increased.

For sniper rifles, four hundred meters start. At this distance, the goal is very clear.

"I hit it!"

"I hit it!"

Qu Ming suddenly started to scream in a low voice.

But he finally hit a Japanese man and immediately danced with excitement.

Yang Yue was speechless.

I was so happy that I just hit the first one...

Say, are you a guerrilla leader related to the family? Or are you a team you have brought up and you are the captain for the time being?
To be continued...