After walking thousands of miles, Yu Congrong, who had just stayed where he was, jumped up and came closer to him.

Xu Qing was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Shh!"

Yu Congrong hugged him and winked: "Xiao Wanli, come on, tell me, what embarrassing things did the company commander do when he was a child?"

Xu Qing was a little uncomfortable with the fact that this guy was so familiar with him, and he was so familiar with each other, and it was even more awkward for him to have a face that looked like a big black bull.

He struggled: "Let me go first."

But he didn't make any movement. The muscles on this guy's arms were so stiff that he couldn't break free even though he didn't use much effort - he was truly a stormtrooper, with a high level of strength.

"Say it first, say it first!" Yu Congrong chuckled and said, "I'll let you go after you say it!"

Xu Qing was speechless: "How about you ask him yourself?"

"Can I ask why I'm looking for you?"

"I really don't know." Xu Qing had no choice but to say, "My second brother is seven or eight years older than me. I was not born when he was young. He left home and became a soldier when I was sensible. To tell the truth,

Get up, I am our second-generation child king, and he is the first-generation. Does this... count?"

"Count it?!"

Yu Congrong was anxious: "He has never wet the bed, been spanked, or hung on a tree?"

Xu Qing rolled his eyes and saw the clue: "...I don't know if he has it, but you must have it."

"How could you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air!" Yu Congrong almost jumped up, his expression slightly unnatural.

Xu Qing couldn't move his neck and looked at him sideways: "It's not you, why are you so anxious?"

Yu Congrong was full of disbelief: "He really hasn't done it?"

Just pretend it doesn't happen, I don't know anyway.

So he shook his head decisively: "Really not."

Yu Congrong sat down slumped, and Pinghe didn't even raise his eyes at the side, as if he had expected this scene. He only concentrated on sewing the cloth bag in his hand - there was never enough stuff to hold grenades.

"Used to it."

This gentle and almost dull man noticed Xu Qing's doubts and smiled slightly, "In the past, when the whole army competed, the strongest fighter in the Seventh Company was Cong Rong - until the company commander knocked him down."

Xu Qing turned his neck and smiled when he heard this: "I can see it."

"What does putting down mean?"

Yu Congrong was unhappy.

"I did it for the sake of the company commander! Who am I? I, Yu Congrong! The seventh interleaved company, stormtrooper. Others charge because there are enemies in front, I charge - I am in front, I am behind, I am on the left, I am

Right, they are all enemies who want me dead! Who dares to say that I can't fight!"

But after saying that, his face immediately fell: "Xiao Wanli, the revenge plan I had been thinking about for a whole day was completely ruined by you! Why didn't you give birth a few years earlier?"

Xu Qing resisted the urge to roll his eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

Just by hearing the name, this guy thought he was very upright, and he showed his appearance as soon as he moved. He was a pure veteran of the army and a big social cow.

He touched the gun in his hand and asked Pinghe:

"What do I need to do to become a sharpshooter like you?"

"This...is easier said than done."

Pinghe put down the needle, raised his head and said.

"Shooting an enemy with a gun is the same as shooting a bird. It's nothing more than keeping your breath, aiming, and pulling the trigger. Anyone can shoot the bullet - but the difficulty lies in how to hit the bullet accurately."

He took the gun off his back.

This is an old 38-inch cap. The pattern on the butt has been worn away, but it is well maintained. The gun body is a clear color, and there is no scope, but it is still full of killing intent.

"This guy has been with me for more than four years. When I first joined the Seventh Company, conditions were difficult and the number of bullets distributed was small. I was a new recruit and only three bullets were given to me. I didn't dare to shoot casually, so I ate, slept,

I held it while walking, holding an empty gun and practicing holding it, aiming, and breathing. After thinking about it for two months, when we went to war again, three enemies were hit by my peanuts - not a single shell was wasted."

As he spoke, he raised his gun as if to aim:

"Everyone says that I have talent in this area, but my talent is very weak and I don't understand it, but the things I practice are definitely not the same. I have been shooting for several years, and the most important experience is hard training!"

"Since the company commander has given the order, I will not hide my secrets. I will teach you everything I know as soon as possible."

Xu Qing said hurriedly: "Okay. Thank you, I will definitely..."

"You're welcome, we are comrades-in-arms." Pinghe smiled and waved his hands, "The Seventh Company has always learned from each other and improved each other. As long as it is helpful for killing the enemy, any good things will be shared and taught to everyone.

Experience, this is the tradition of the Seventh Company. Because only when the combat effectiveness is improved, the Seventh Company can win the battle!"

He is straightforward and directly raised the gun in his hand:

"Come on. Let me teach you the basic shooting postures and essentials first."

Xu Qing quickly picked up the gun and followed his instructions.

On the other hand, Yu Congrong lost much interest when he saw this, and laughed: "Okay, how about you practice? Pinghe's marksmanship is still better than mine, so I won't mess with it for now. Xiao Wanli, you must come to me when you learn to fight again.

Ah, let me tell you about the company commander first..."

Xu Qing couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and turned around: "Can you not add the word 'little'?"

"No!"

He dodged Xu Qing's punch and ran away laughing.

Pinghe has long been used to it: "He loves to play."

Xu Qing glanced at him, then at Yu Congrong, who looked like a big boy, and secretly cursed: The superior is not like the superior, and the subordinate is more like an old father. What is the relationship between the two?

But there was no time to think too much, Pinghe immediately started teaching him step by step:

"Follow me. Hold the gun up, place the butt on your shoulder, muzzle facing outward, slightly bend your legs, move forward and back, and follow a straight line with your eyes..."

"Yes, keep this posture."

"Usually, keep the muzzle of your gun slightly downward, and don't point it at your comrades. Once you spot an enemy, raise your gun immediately!"

"Move quickly, keep your hands steady, press the bullet into the magazine, pull the bolt, aim, and shoot!"

"Don't pursue speed too much at the beginning, first connect the movements together."

"Come on, good, do it again!"

…………

soon.

Time passed little by little.

With Ping He's explanation and repeated imitation training and corrections, Xu Qing's movements began to become more formal.

At a certain moment, he discovered that the system panel had changed:

[Skills: Throwing (Beginner+), Shooting (Beginner+)]

In the skills column, there is an additional initial skill.

Seeing that he still had 100 experience points left on the interface, it all depended on whether he could become a sharpshooter! He took a deep breath and clicked on the "+" sign.

brush!

He saw the number of experience points drop rapidly, and the words in the [Shooting] column changed suddenly, and some knowledge and memories he had never had before flooded into his mind.

In an instant, some extremely subtle changes seemed to have taken place around his body, and his senses became more sensitive, making him feel like he was being tickled by the cold all over.

Pinghe turned around and saw him frozen in place: "Are you tired? You can take a rest."

Xu Qing came back to his senses: "...No need."

Lower your head, the system interface has changed to:

[Shooting: Elementary (50/100)]

He looked at the gun in his hand again and felt something different, a sense of familiarity that seemed to have been immersed in this art for a long time.

He followed his subconscious feeling, held the gun, loaded the bullet, pulled the bolt, squinted his eyes, and pulled the trigger...

The voices of "Kacha, Kacha" quickly became one.

Compared with before, the movements were immediately completed in one go, as if they had been refined thousands of times!

"Hey, this time is pretty good."

Pinghe was also startled for a moment and nodded: "It seems that you have some talent in this area... I have practiced with many geniuses at the same speed."

Xu Qing smiled, feeling confident: "I hope so!"

He is not proud. After adding points through the system, he has achieved a basic shooting level. Pinghe's level is at least intermediate. He has trained hard on his own.

He continued to ask for advice for a while.

But not long after, the speed of the entire train suddenly began to slow down, and the clanging noise around the train also slowly decreased. At the same time, soldiers in other carriages shouted:
To be continued...