Wu Fei's concerns were unnecessary. Xiaole couldn't speak, and it didn't matter that he couldn't understand sign language, because with Xiaotong, she could act as Xiaole's voice tube and Wu Fei's translator. What he didn't expect was that Xiaole actually wrote a stack of paper by hand, which was her own experience in shooting and the gun principles she knew and understood.

Wu Fei cannot exercise vigorously yet, and some knowledge that requires combined movements cannot be taught for the time being. However, he can teach guns and shooting at any time.

Wu Fei's sense of guns is very good, which has been proven, but he is relatively a layman in the principle of shooting and how to accurately control the gun in his hand. He just took this opportunity to teach him in detail.

In just a few days, Wu Fei mastered these difficult-to-understand knowledge. He knew the structure of the bullet, how it was fired from the gun, how to accurately control the bounce point through the sight and gap, and finally understood the meaning of the sentence Xiaole taught him, "intentional aiming, unintentional firing."

According to what Xiaole taught and what he had learned, Wu Fei tried to fire a few shots, and he really hit him wherever he pointed and danced with excitement on the spot.

But soon, Xiaole poured a basin of cold water on him and led him to the air outlet, asking him to try to fire a few shots, but the result was that he could not hit the target even a single shot.

Wu Fei was very smart. He immediately understood that wind would have an impact on the accuracy of the bullets. As for the reason, he didn't know.

Xiaole was also a little sensible about these. She smiled awkwardly and made a long list of gestures. Xiaotong translated: "Xiaole said that she didn't know why this was the case, but she found that the influence of wind on the bullet increased with the range. When there was wind, the further the target would hit the target. She didn't know if it was because the gunpowder energy was not enough to affect the stability of the bullet."

Wu Fei was silent for a while and suddenly asked a question: "Xiaole, since you have discovered this problem, do you find a solution?"

Xiaole never expected Wu Fei to ask this question. She had tried how to make bullets accurately hit the target under strong winds or harsh conditions. The methods used included adjusting the sight and ruler, but the effect was minimal. The shooting methods and theories of later snipers were too advanced in this period of time. She could not understand them just by herself. Even Wu Fei had a good sense of guns, it was impossible to understand them in a short time. Those theories and experiences were summarized by generations of sharpshooters and combined with science. It was impossible to master them without a teacher by personal ability alone.

After returning, Wu Fei was thinking about this matter and asked Uncle Guo this question at the dinner table.

"This question has also puzzled me. After so many years, I have not found the correct solution, so I can't answer you." Uncle Guo's answer disappointed Wu Fei a little.

"I was thinking that there would definitely be a solution to this problem, but we didn't find the key tricks. Maybe it could be based on our own experience, or some people can ignore this factor with a good sense of guns. Just like you, you have never been exposed to guns, and you have never learned to shoot, but you can hit the target with the first shot. I hope that Xiaole and I have not done anything that can be solved by you, and the problem that cannot be solved will be solved."

Uncle Guo’s previous words made Wu Fei feel very depressed, but the words he continued to say rekindled hope.

Uncle Guo is right. He may not be able to do what others have not done. The more difficult it is, the more you have to overcome it. When you really find a way to solve this problem, you will be beautiful in thinking about it.

With expectations, in the following days, Wu Fei began a life of only dealing with guns every day. In addition to eating and sleeping, the 38th cover was almost always in hand, and the bullets fired were made in hundreds of ways, but he did not find the right way. Although he sometimes hit the target, Wu Fei knew that it was just a lucky person. Gradually, Wu Fei realized that this was not that simple thing, and it could not be solved by firing hundreds or thousands of bullets.

Although he was unable to find a way, after this period of practice, Wu Fei's shooting skills have improved rapidly. In the past, he only dared to hit larger parts of the human-shaped target, such as the chest or abdomen. He could slowly accurately hit the target's head. In the end, he actually tried to draw two eyes on the head of the target, and each shot was only two positions. As a result, it can be imagined that he did it, although it was just a static target and a static shooting. It might be not easy to do this.

In this way, more than a month has passed again every day. In May, Ermashan is about to enter the hot summer.

The hot sunlight at noon shines on several gray-black objects, without wind or any sound, it is like a sub-static pattern. If it weren't for the sudden bloom of several orange flowers in front of those gray-black objects, if it weren't for the sharp sounds that alarmed the birds in the forest, if it weren't for the sudden increase of blue smoke in the air, no one would have noticed that the blue-black groups were not fixed objects, but several people.

Wu Fei took the lead in firing the first shot, and Xiaole and Xiaotong on the side also pulled the trigger. The three of them were practicing shooting targets outside the range of the rifle today.

"Oh, I didn't hit it again." Xiaotong was talking about it. She twisted her body and lay down for a long time, which made her feel very uncomfortable. The first thing she did after firing the gun was to move.

"Your heart hasn't calmed down, how can you hit it?" Wu Fei turned his head and looked at Xiaotong. He was in the middle of the three. Xiaole was on the left and Xiaotong on the right. They have been practicing guns almost every day these days. Xiaole's shooting skills are very good, and there is actually not much difference between practicing or not. However, she still accompanied Wu Fei every day and pulled Xiaotong up. Wu Fei's progress can almost be seen, but Xiaotong is still standing still, and the target that hits can still hit, and the target that fails to hit is the same.

"Who said my heart is not calm anymore? I'm very quiet. Didn't you see a layer of salt on my clothes?" Xiaotong did not accept Wu Fei's statement. She attributed that if she failed to hit, she was not a material for playing with a gun.

"Oh, okay, you're calm, it's because of the bullet that can't hit it." Wu Fei shook his head helplessly and looked at Xiaole and smiled.
Chapter completed!