The airplane masturbation project may be caused by a competitive mentality, and everyone is interested. Especially after An Feng showed his skills just now, others also took guns to compete. The guy who controlled the aircraft sat on the high ground and tried to let the aircraft avoid these bullets and extend its life.

The aircraft carried out various evasion actions, and everyone tried their best to chase after it and sprayed bullets. Usually, it was mainly machine guns and assault rifles with large magazines. After installing an ACOG scope, it could capture the aircraft's trajectory more clearly. Some people shot down successfully and some people sighed.

The plane continued, and An Feng participated several times, leaving envy.

He had nothing to do, just like other security guards, walked all over the audience with a pistol in his thigh, going to guide the ladies, showing off their skills, winning some cheers, or saying hello to other friends, and also trying out the sense of guns. Finally, he met Matthew who was playing sniper rifle.

Unlike the bustling surroundings, he was very quiet here, with people lying on the cushion, with a bunch of professional tools around him, staring at the target in the distance, frowning.

"Long-distance target?" An Feng asked.

"Of course!" Matthew loaded a 12.7mm sniper bullet into the TAC-50's gun chamber and handed him the rangefinder: "Come and be my observation hand?"

"No problem." An Feng also lay down beside him, picked up the handheld laser rangefinder, aimed at the target, and read out the above data: "750.22 meters."

Then he looked at the anemometer next to him and said, "The wind speed is 6m/s, 11 o'clock, half-speed wind! The wind speed has a great impact."

"Okay." Matthew adjusted the shooting angle. He pulled the trigger and a loud bang. An Feng observed a cloud of dust rising around the target target.

"The error is 3 meters, and the wind speed is constantly changing." An Feng observed, "The target's flag blows at three o'clock, and the wind direction is different from here."

Long-distance shooting is definitely not about focusing on the target. It considers not only wind speed, but also humidity, temperature, and even the earth's rotational deviation force. After a sniper shoots, if the wind speed changes, the bullet will be affected by the changing wind, with a distance of more than 700 meters, which is enough to have an error of more than two meters.

Matthew loaded a special sniper bullet again and stared at the scope again.

To be honest, snipers are very lonely and boring, far less interesting than the game. The target within 300 meters has a large impact on the natural environment. A person can handle it, but at a longer distance, you need to prepare to observe your hands, a dexterous mind... and failure.

The failure of long-range shooting is normal, but the second bullet that Matthew fired also fell out of the target.

Anfeng continued to report: "The wind speed is 5m/s, and the direction is 12 o'clock, and the wind is zero-speed. It's a good opportunity!"

"Zero Speed ​​Wind" refers to the wind that will not affect the shooting. The bullet will be a tailwind or a headwind. According to the ballistic he corrected, Matthew finally sent the bullet into the target target for the third shot. The round target was knocked out by a large-caliber bullet and landed a few meters away.

"Beautiful job!" An Feng congratulated him.

Matthew clapped his high-high and asked, "Want to come and play? Last time I saw you have a very accurate shooting!"

"I have never hit it before." An Feng shook his head. Even if he hits such a long distance, he can't guarantee accuracy.

"Don't be humble," said Matthew.

An Feng said: "I mean it is true that if it is within 300 meters, I will use a small-caliber sniper rifle to hit each other accurately, but after it exceeds it, I know nothing about correcting the ballistics. I have learned it a few times, but it is too difficult. As the saying goes, snipers are fed with bullets, and I don't have the patience."

Matthew smiled and said, "I treat long-distance shooting as a game that tests patience, which can calm down and think."

"Then your skills must be very good." An Feng said.

"Maybe, I've hit a target of 1,050 meters, but it was purely a lucky shot."

"Now luck is coming." An Feng pointed to the target that was almost invisible to the naked eye. "The farthest there is 1,200 meters, and it is still within the effective range of this gun. How about challenging it?"

"Okay," said Matthew, "but I need to prepare a large-capacity magazine."

An Feng handed him the magazine, which of course tested confidence and bullet capacity. He hit him with one or two shots, and even a professional sniper could not guarantee it.

...

An Feng and Matthew played sniper rifles all morning.

Compared to the other people's hundreds of rounds and thousands of rounds, they only used more than twenty rounds of bullets throughout the morning, and spent their time debugging, correcting ballistics, or chatting. An Feng also tried it at Matthew's instigation, but the target was not lucky for only a thousand meters away.

I was very happy to chat with Matthew. I heard from him about his military service experience twenty years ago. I went to experience military life with great enthusiasm, but my family was very angry. His father even gave him an ultimatum, saying that if he did not obey the decision to be transferred back to China, he would lose the right to inheritance.

An Feng said: "As a rich child, you really had the courage at the beginning!"

Matthew also said: "Yes, afterwards, Bazel taught me a lesson that our family should play the role of dominant rather than being dominated. I just struggled for the interests of other groups, not the country. The country is just a collection of interests of the family."

"It's very realistic." An Feng said.

"But that's the reality." Matthew said in a word.

...

After lunch, the afternoon event continues.

The plane changed from a pre-fixed fixed shooting point to a mobile one - that is, sitting in a military vehicle and chasing the planes in the sky with machine guns is very difficult, but it is more exciting. It can experience the extremely simulated war on the spot. As soon as the project was launched, even the ladies signed up to participate.

After An Feng experienced it, he accompanied Joanna to try it out.

The model is still HMMWV, but it has been converted into a convertible, with an M240 machine gun in the back row, dragging a long chain of bullets. After the car started, the remote-controlled aircraft overhead shuttled back and forth on the bumpy dirt road. Her mission is to shoot down the plane in the shortest time.

"With your shoulders against the butt, lean your body forward slightly. Press your weight on it to stabilize yourself!" An Feng guided her on the side, because she was shooting while standing. The shaking car would seriously affect the accuracy, but she was pure and pulled the trigger and let the bullet fly by luck.

An Feng held her shoulder and watched her finally sweep it out of the sky. He let go of the almost empty bullet link and congratulated: "Congratulations, the mission is completed!"

Joanna looked excited: "Has it been taken?"

An Feng pointed to the four-rotor vehicle above his head: "Of course, haven't you seen it follow us all the time? I'll take out the video later. It must be very exciting!"

"Let's play the next item!" said Joanna.

She regarded this place as a playground. After experiencing the land war, she moved to the air. In addition to the plane shooting, air shooting is the most popular, but the cost is a bit high. Considering that the six-barrel machine gun is too mouse-fucked, a light machine gun is installed on the other side of the plane, so she can also experience ground attacks.

This is naturally the rational use of resources that Mike thought of. The effect and response are very good. In addition to being fierce firepower, everyone also likes to change their visual mode. When Joanna controls the six-barrel machine gun and blows up the oil barrel on the ground, the good girl also turns into a sharp-horned little demon.

"Great, did you see it? I hit three!" Joanna said to him excitedly.

"I know. I know, my dear." An Feng held her, "but don't turn your gun around, the people below will panic."

"Don't say it!" She blinked cutely, and made a small mistake that was so excited...

After the barrel cooled down, she continued to shoot for the second round, this time with the goal of scrapping the cars. The fierce bullets would easily destroy them.

The camera on the side of Joanna's helmet recorded a wonderful scene.

The sky was slightly gloomy in the afternoon, but it also gave the tracer bullet a chance to perform. The shooting scene became more colorful and attracted more gun friends to try it out. Before An Feng left, all his familiar friends went up to try the fun of air fire support.

This cost a lot. Starting from 6,000 US dollars per minute, many people have more than one minute of addiction. It is rare to get it once. When you touch these heavy weapons, you can satisfy yourself unhappily. I am really sorry for the money in your pocket. You can buy a bunch of famous brands. Why can't you make a free shuttle of bullets?

...

Someone surrendered in the evening.

Matthew and his friends had obviously had enough fun and were very satisfied with the event, especially the aerial shooting of oil barrels and aircraft.

Matthew also invited them: "Bruce, how about going to my mother for Christmas together if she has time recently?"

An Feng thought for a while and agreed: "I haven't seen her for a long time. If there is nothing else, we will go to the meeting in advance."

Matthew smiled and said, "It's okay. Now she's in good health. I wish there's more people to be more lively. She will definitely welcome you."

"See you then." An Feng shook hands with him.

There are still activities in the gun shop at night, but considering that Joanna will definitely be tired after being filled with smoke all day, An Feng accompanied her back with great care, made a separate time, and made dinner together. The delicious and fragrant grilled lamb chops, paired with roasted vegetables, are very good and comfortable to eat.

She was lazy, and An Feng feeds her like a kitten: "Give some vegetables and balance nutrition."

Joanna opened her mouth and bitten it, but she didn't forget to wipe her mouth with a napkin. She was very ladylike and even looked like a pleasing art.

"Very good." An Feng said with a smile.

After the meal was full, Wang Le, who was crazy during the day, returned with his wife. As soon as he entered the door, he kept talking, saying how wonderful the shooting at night was. With tracer bullets, it was like fireworks set off in the night sky... He kept talking nonstop, and then smelled the fragrance, and rushed over and said, "What's the delicious food?"

"There is a portion in the kitchen and take it yourself." An Feng said.

The hungry Wang Le pounced on the kitchen again and walked out biting the lamb chops, with constant praise in his mouth: "Your wife's skills are really good!"

"Thank you." Joanna smiled.

"It's my credit, too." An Feng said speechlessly. Joanna was happy. Who told her to do good deeds?

"Only beautiful women can make this kind of dish." Wang Le ignored him and sat aside with Lisa to share.

An Feng despises this traitor.

Wang Le ignored his eyes: "By the way, what are the plans for tomorrow?"

An Feng said: "I'm so happy today. I don't want to participate tomorrow. I hear crackling sounds all day long, and now I have an echo in my ears."

"Then go hunting. Isn't your hunting ground quite big? Let's drive there!"

An Feng looked at Joanna and nodded: "It's up to you to decide, I'll accompany you."

"It's so stingy!" Lisa suddenly laughed.

"You can do it too." An Feng hugged Joanna and said, "But where is your friend Wang Le?"
Chapter completed!