Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Cheng Yaojin was dressed neatly and was the first to stand in front of the shooting position. Cheng Yaojin had only used the Garand and had never used this Five-Six-Charge. I heard it was very powerful.

Mo Qi briefly introduced the rate of fire adjustment for short burst and sweeping fire, and stated the shooting safety regulations to the generals in a very serious manner.

"We will first use the burst shooting mode to conduct a five-target rapid response. After the rapid response shooting is finished, we will conduct a test of the gun by sweeping fire."

Cheng Yaojin felt Mo Qi's hand on his left shoulder, and immediately put the gun against his right shoulder, ready to shoot at any time.

"Five-target rapid-reaction shooting, Cheng Yaojin, ready."

"start!"

Cheng Yaojin really wanted to be as fast and cool as Yuchi Baoqi, but he really couldn't do it. Just a single shot and the muzzle jumping three times in a row made him a little confused.

After all, you had to pull the trigger one bullet at a time before, but now it's three bullets at once. The recoil and control difficulty of the gun have increased significantly.

After finally finishing the "slow reflex shooting", Yuchi Jingde waited for Cheng Yaojin to unload his gun and put the safety on before going over and bumping into Cheng Yaojin's shoulder.

"Ah Chou, you turned your quick-reaction shooting into a slow-reaction shooting. If you were to encounter any emergency, you would have been a sieve long ago."

Cheng Yaojin was not annoyed: "I am not you, who can hang out in the Tianwei Army camp every day. No wonder you don't go out when I ask you to drink. I would be willing to do that too."

The loud speaker in the shooting range suddenly sounded: "Student Cheng Zhijie, subject - five-target rapid response shooting, a total of fifteen shots were fired, three hits were made, the result is unqualified, please return to the center to print the transcript."

After hearing this, several generals were trying hard to hold back their laughter. Li Ji, Li Jing, and Qin Qiong, who were on good terms with Cheng Yaojin, were all laughing so hard that they held their stomachs and slapped their thighs.

Mo Qi looked at the time and said, "General Cheng, come and prepare for the strafing subject."

Cheng Yaojin left the group of brothers cursing, put on noise-canceling headphones and goggles, and picked up the gun again. This time the target was very close to him, so Cheng Yaojin decided to avenge his previous shame.

Mo Qi asked Cheng Yaojin to use his shoulder to support the butt of the gun: "You must use all your strength to support it, otherwise you may injure your bones. Hold the handguard tightly with your left hand and control the recoil with all your strength."

"You don't have to follow orders this time. Just start when the red light turns green."

"The strafing training is about to begin. Students, please get ready. The green light will be the start."

Cheng Yaojin pressed the butt of the gun tightly against his shoulder. The excellent ergonomic butt was well stuck at the junction of shoulder and arm. Cheng Yaojin looked intently at the light next to the target, ready to start shooting at any time.

“Da da da da da da da da da…”

The five or six bullets in Cheng Yaojin's hand spit out flames mercilessly, and the bullets almost instantly tore the entire target paper into pieces. In just a few seconds, all the thirty bullets in the magazine poured out.

"Oh! Shit! That feels so fucking good!"

Cheng Yaojin did not forget to remove the magazine. He unloaded the rifle and put the five-six-gun back on the table after confirming it was safe. Cheng Yaojin took off his earmuffs and goggles and gasped heavily. The large amount of adrenaline made him tremble a little.

Yuchi Jingde helped Cheng Yaojin sit down. Although the two always loved and hated each other, when they encountered problems, they were like brothers.

"Student Cheng Zhijie, subject strafing training, reaction speed 260 milliseconds, 30 rounds of trajectory deviation 25%, excellent results, please return to the center to print the transcript."

When Cheng Yaojin heard the announcement from the loud speaker, he was overjoyed: "Did you hear that? Excellent!"

Mo Qi also came over: "General Cheng, your reaction speed should be considered top-notch in the Tang Dynasty, if not compared with the governor."

Cheng Yaojin felt like bragging: "Alas~ It's just a small scene. When I was young, I was much faster than this. When your governor reaches my age, I'm afraid he won't let me."

Mo Qi clapped his hands and said, "All the generals have seen the correct shooting demonstration. Generals who need to test shoot, please find your shooting position, take your guns and magazines and go there. Safety is the most important thing."

At this moment, the shooting range started to sound louder and louder, which was no different from setting off firecrackers during the New Year. Yuchi Baoqi waited outside the shooting range for a while longer. He really didn't want to go in and hear such loud gunshots.

After about half an hour, the gunfire in the shooting range gradually stopped. Yuchi Baoqi entered the shooting range and saw that Mo Qi was already putting away his gun.

"Done? Take them to the next stage."

Many generals were still immersed in the pleasure of shooting just now, and they were discussing it non-stop.

"Huai Dao really deserves to be the eldest son of the second brother. Did you see that quick counterattack? It's at least 70% of Xiao Bao's strength."

"It's true. Old Cheng is the one who reacts the fastest among us. Even Huai Dao, that young guy, is not as quick as Old Cheng."

As they walked, the generals found that the entire team had stopped. However, no matter how they looked at it, this was just a flat training ground. They had no idea what Yuchi Baoqi was doing here.

Yuchi Baoqi whispered to Mo Qi, who looked embarrassed: "No, do we really have to pull that thing out? No, it's just over the testing period. We are still thinking of doubling the ammunition load before the official launch. Otherwise, people will think that our engineering department doesn't have enough shells."

Yuchi Baoqi didn't care: "Why do you care so much? Hurry up and get it all out."

Mo Qi had no choice but to do as he was told. After a brief communication via walkie-talkie, the doors of the garages around the venue were all opened. Members of the Tianwei Army from each crew began self-inspection and drove the tanks out of the garage in an orderly manner.

Cheng Yaojin crossed his arms and said, "We have all seen tanks before. When we were in the west, we even fired a few shots at them."

Having said that, the generals in charge of the Tang Dynasty's territory and border garrisons had never seen this tank. The huge tank was slowly driving towards them from the garage with the roar of its engine. The feeling of oppression was indescribable.

Gongsun Wuda was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the approaching tank. The turret with frontal armor slowly rotated with its gun barrel, and suddenly fired a shot while moving.

"Tom!"

Before everyone had time to see which direction the shell hit, they heard Zhai Changsun shouting and falling to the ground with his hands covering his ears.

"day!"

Zhai Changsun completely collapsed, his mind was filled with scenes of himself encountering such a thing on the battlefield, the steel behemoth slowly approaching, crushing towards him and his army, with artillery fire exploding among his army.

As an outstanding military general of the Tang Dynasty, Zhai Changsun quickly adjusted himself, sat on the ground, took a deep breath, and slowly adjusted his state.