At the beginning, he became a baby and worshipped Uncle Jiu as his godfather!

[Listen to the basic knowledge of musket shooting and get the skill of shooting. ]

[Shooting: lv1]

"Okay, I'll try it."

Lin Yu was eager to go up.

Mr. Ren, Ren Tingting and others smiled softly.

It was rare for Lin Yu to occasionally reveal some innocence. He was so lively and eager, and he looked like a child.

"Little Taoist priest, don't be reckless."

Old Liu was startled.

He quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"This foreign gun is not for fun. In our military camp, there are often people who accidentally fire it and injure themselves or their brothers."

"The foreign gun is very powerful. Once it hits someone, a big bloody hole will immediately appear, and blood and flesh will fly everywhere. If you are not careful and hit the head, it will explode directly, which is even more scary."

Old Liu's words did not scare Lin Yu, but Ren Tingting was shocked.

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

Lin Yu was very scared.

"I'm scared, I'm scared. Don't worry, I'm not a fool, I will be careful."

Lin Yu said he would be careful, but Old Liu didn't dare to believe him.

Especially such a young child, he knows the severity of the situation.

If he was allowed to shoot rashly, he would only hurt himself. If he accidentally fired, they would be in danger.

"Okay, okay, I'll help the young Taoist priest shoot first."

Lin Yu was helpless.

Although he had behaved maturely and reliably, these people would inevitably judge him by his appearance.

This was also common sense. He didn't have to argue with him. He just let him shoot.

Lin Yu stood still with the gun.

Lao Liu stood behind him, holding his hands and helping to press the bullets into the magazine.

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

The two hands closed and carefully hugged Lin Yu from behind.

Lin Yu couldn't help holding his breath.

It was because he was nervous about shooting and because Lao Liu smelled.

This rough man should pay attention to hygiene.

"Aim carefully, aim the notch at the center of the target."

Old Liu held Lin Yu's gun and aimed it at the wooden target on the wall.

"I'm turning on the safety now."

"Get ready to fire. If you're scared, cover your ears and let me shoot first."

"Pull the trigger directly."

Lin Yu shook his head and urged.

Bang!

A loud gunshot.

It scared everyone present.

Qiu Sheng and Ren Tingting had never seen anyone shoot a gun.

This gunshot was much louder than the firecrackers.

"What a loud noise!"

Qiu Sheng said, and saw an extra hole on the wooden target on the wall.

This shot hit the target, with about a five-ring.

[Personally fire a gun under the guidance of others, shooting experience +1]

"It's just that it looks a little too accurate..."

Qiu Sheng asked curiously, feeling a little disappointed.

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

The brave generals of all dynasties have the unique skill of shooting through the target with one step and contributing to the bull's eye beyond one step.

The Qing Dynasty, which just died, often advertised its Baturu's archery skills.

Although this foreign gun is rare, it didn't hit the bull's eye with such a big noise.

Old Liu disagreed.

"You know, this level is rare in our regiment."

Even Master Ren chimed in.

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

Old Liu added: "I am a famous sharpshooter in our regiment. Otherwise, I would have been able to go from a soldier to the regiment leader in just a few months."

Qiu Shengwencai, Ren Tingting still felt half-believing and half-doubting.

Lin Yu believed what Old Liu said, and he might really have a bad shooting skill in their regiment.

First of all, he was a captured soldier, and most of the soldiers in their regiment were also captured. Few ordinary soldiers had received military training.

And their regiment leader was just a small warlord who came out of nowhere, and he could not even be called a warlord.

Such a group could only have a few towns as a fixed territory, and occupied a larger county town.

How much money could there be in the group?

Of course, it was impossible to give these randomly captured soldiers rigorous military training, and it was impossible to prepare so many bullets for them to practice shooting.

The real magic gun was fed with bullets, and such a small warlord obviously did not have such wealth.

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

And Lin Yu also knew that those who shot guns in the past often shot at ten-meter targets.

This Lao Liu could shoot a five-ring shot at 20 meters while holding his own body, which might be a mistake.

After all, he probably didn't fire many bullets in the months he served in the army.

He might have trained more with rifles.

"I want to try firing a gun myself."

Lin Yu said, and was about to shoot.

Lao Liu carefully reminded: "Little Taoist priest, I will hold your body to shoot. The recoil of this gun is very small, and it is something that a child can withstand."

Lin Yu said: "Don't worry, my body is very strong."

How could Lao Liu be assured?

But Lin Yu didn't want to dawdle with him anymore.

He held the handle of the gun with his right hand, and gently grabbed Lao Liu's finger with his left hand, and gently pushed it outward.

Lao Liu seemed to let go of his body on his own initiative, and his body opened one foot and left Lin Yu.

"Huh?"

Old Liu was surprised and didn't react.

He thought he didn't use enough force.

He immediately used his hands to grab Lin Yu's hands.

Lin Yu's hands were not even half as long as Old Liu's fingers.

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

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

"Ouch? Little Taoist priest, use your hands again for me to see."

Lin Yu's hands 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 resistance, and his left knee almost knelt on the ground.

This was a great shock!

"Little Taoist priest, are you joking? Is your aura really that strong?"

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

He narrowed one eye and saw a line, and he felt that his spiritual perception was superb, as if he had locked the bull's eye.

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

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

Although his aura was strong, his body was still small after all.

Pressing the handle of the gun, his small fingers could reach the trigger.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot startled everyone again.

The gun trembled slightly in Lin Yu's hand.

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

[You lock on to the target, shoot yourself, and explore your own shooting style as a child, shooting experience +10]

"Seven--seven rings!?!"