Chapter 39 Skills: Shooting

【Listen to the basic knowledge of musket shooting and gain skill shooting. 】

[Shooting: lv1]

"Okay, let me give it a try."

Lin Yu couldn't wait to get started.

Master Ren, Ren Tingting and others looked at it and chuckled.

It was rare for Lin Yu to show some innocence occasionally, so lively and impatient that he looked like he had a child.

"Little Taoist Master, please don't be reckless."

Old Liu was startled.

He quickly reached out his hand to stop him.

"This foreign gun is no joke. In our military camp, people often accidentally accidentally fire it and injure themselves or their brothers."

"The power of foreign guns is extraordinary. Once it hits a person, a big bloody hole will immediately appear, and flesh and blood will fly everywhere. If it accidentally hits the head, it will explode directly, which is even more scary."

Lao Liu's words did not scare Lin Yu, but they shocked Ren Tingting.

Ren Tingting grabbed her clothes nervously and turned pale when she heard the flesh and blood flying everywhere and her head exploding.

Lin Yu didn't care.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, don't worry, I'm not a fool, I will be careful."

Lin Yu said he would be careful, but Lao Liu couldn't believe him.

Especially for such a young child, he doesn't know the importance.

If he rashly lets him shoot, he will not only hurt himself, but if he accidentally goes off fire, people like them are really in danger.

"Okay, okay, I'll support the little Taoist priest and take the first shot."

Lin Yu was helpless.

Although they appear to be mature and reliable enough, these people will inevitably judge others by their appearance.

This is human nature, there is no need to argue with him, just let him take the shot.

Lin Yu stood still with a pistol in hand.

Lao Liu stood behind him, holding his hand and helping to put the bullet in the magazine.

The left hand holds the left hand, and the right hand holds the right hand.

He put his hands together and carefully hugged Lin Yu from behind.

Lin Yu couldn't help but hold his breath.

It wasn't because he was nervous about shooting, it was because Lao Liu smelled bad.

This rough guy doesn't pay attention to hygiene.

"Aim carefully, and align the gap with the bull's-eye at three o'clock and one line."

Lao Liu held Lin Yu's hand and aimed at the wooden target beside the wall.

"Now I have the insurance on."

"Get ready to fire. If you're scared, you can cover your ears and let me take a shot first."

"Just pull the trigger."

Lin Yu shook his head and urged.

Bang!

There was a loud gunshot.

Everyone present was shocked.

Qiu Sheng and Ren Tingting have never seen anyone else shoot.

The gunshot was much louder than the firecrackers.

"What a loud noise!"

As Qiu Sheng spoke, he saw an extra hole on the wooden target next to the wall.

This shot is considered to have hit the target. It looks like it has five or six rings.

[If you fire the pistol yourself under the guidance of others, your shooting experience will be +1]

"It's just that it looks a little inaccurate..."

Qiu Sheng asked curiously, feeling a little disappointed.

Sometimes I also pass the stories told by the traveling storyteller.

The fierce generals of all dynasties have the unique skill of piercing the Yangtze with a hundred steps, making a solemn target from a hundred steps away.

The Qing Dynasty, which had just fallen, had often promoted the prowess of Batu Lu in archery.

Although this foreign gun was unusual, it failed to hit the target despite such a loud movement.

Lao Liu disagreed.

"You just don't understand. This level is rare in our group."

Even Mr. Ren also helped.

"Xiao Liu used to be highly regarded by their leader in their regiment."

Old Liu added: "I am a well-known sharpshooter in our regiment. Otherwise, I would not have been able to go from being a top soldier to being the regiment leader in just a few months."

Ren Tingting still felt dubious about Qiu Sheng's literary talent.

Lin Yu believed what Lao Liu said. He might really be a good marksman in their group.

First of all, he was a strong man who was captured. It is estimated that more in his regiment were also captured. There were not many ordinary people who had received military training.

And their leader is just a small warlord who appeared out of nowhere, and he may not even be called a warlord.

Such people can at most have a fixed territory in a few towns, and even larger counties cannot occupy it.

How much money can you have on hand?

Naturally, it is impossible to give these randomly captured strong men such rigorous military training, nor is it possible to prepare so many bullets for them to practice shooting.

Real sharpshooters are fed with bullets, and such a small warlord obviously does not have such financial resources.

Ordinary soldiers may not be able to fire a few shots in a few months.

And Lin Yu also knew that those who masturbated in his previous life usually shot more ten-meter targets.

This old Liu can hit five or six rings at 20 meters while holding his own hand, which may be really good.

After all, he probably hasn't fired hundreds of rounds of ammunition in the few months he has been in the army.

More training may be done with rifles.

"I'm going to try shooting myself."

Lin Yu said, about to fight.

Lao Liu carefully reminded: "Little Taoist Priest, let me hold your hand and shoot. The recoil of this gun is not small. It is not something that a baby's hand can withstand."

Lin Yu said: "Don't worry, I'm very strong."

How can Lao Liu rest assured?

Lin Yu didn't want to mess around with him anymore.

Holding the handle of the gun with his right hand, he gently grasped Lao Liu's fingers with his left hand and flicked them outward.

As if he took the initiative to let go of his hand, Lao Liu opened his hand a foot wide and left Lin Yu.

"Huh?"

Old Liu was surprised and didn't react.

He thought he didn't use enough force.

He immediately grabbed Lin Yu's hand.

Lin Yu's little hand was not even half the length of Old Liu's finger.

He pressed on the back of Old Liu's hand, but it was as steady as a mountain.

This strong middle-aged man couldn't move his hand no matter how hard he tried.

"Ouch? Little Taoist priest, try harder and let me see."

Lin Yu's little hand barely grabbed Old Liu's wrist and pressed down gently.

Old Liu only felt that his left arm was dragged by an animal.

Half of his body was about to shift downward without any resistance, and his left knee almost fell to the ground.

This was a big shock!

"Little Taoist priest, you are not joking, are you really that strong?"

Lin Yu held the pistol in his right hand, his forearm did not shake at all, and he was as steady as a mountain.

He squinted one eye and saw three points in a straight line. He seemed to have locked the bull's eye with his conscious superhuman perception.

While everyone was shocked by his strength, he wanted to fire a shot.

But he could only hold the outer ring of the trigger with his small hand.

Although he was strong, his hands were still small after all.

Pressing the handle of the gun, his small fingers could not reach the trigger.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot startled everyone again.

The pistol trembled slightly in Lin Yu's hand.

Lin Yu's grip was wrong. Even though he had almost twice the strength of an adult, he was still affected by the recoil.

[You locked the target, shot with your own hands, and explored the way to shoot with your little hands. Shooting experience +10]

"Seven-seven rings!?!"