If you practice a gun, you need to be twenty meters away from the target.

At the bottom of the hole, the white latte dug a large enough hole to ensure the shooting distance.

But in this way, he could only stand in a dark place and aim at the dim target.

When he raised his gun, he could not see his hands or his own gun.

In this cave, the earthy smell was particularly strong and the air became wet.

I can only say that the conditions for gun training are really not very good...

But the white latte is still very happy!

He held the gun and saw the target he made from old clothes in the distance.

Although he couldn't aim, he could vaguely feel that when he couldn't see it, he seemed to be closer to the revolver in his hand...?

It was like this revolver could vaguely become a part of his body and a respite of his arms.

The barrel of the revolver seemed to have become his finger, a stretched out finger.

If you point your finger to a place, do you need to aim with your eyes?

Of course not!

“This feeling is really good.

"I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains under the difficult conditions?"

The white latte followed and fired!

Bang!

The target in the distance remained motionless.

This shot went off the target...

"I thought God was accurate."

The white latte was a little disappointed.

But it doesn’t matter. Now there are so many bullets, so keep practicing!

Every five shots, he stopped and reloaded the revolver!

Never shoot out all six bullets!

This incident turned into an extremely loud alarm in his heart and a high-voltage line that he must never forget.

that's all……

Time on the ground ticked by.

The sun in the sky sets towards the west mountain bit by bit.

Sometimes clouds float to block the sunshine and make the light of the white latte room and the white latte hole even dim.

Sometimes the wind blows the clouds and reveals the sun, making the light brighter in the white latte room and the cave of the white latte.

...

In the evening, the target made of old clothes had been broken into a pile of rag strips and debris all over the ground.

There are dense bullet holes on the wall behind the target.

In the dark cave, the white latte reached into the box and found that he could never touch the bullet again.

"Are you all empty?"

The light is too dark, and the target in the field of view can only see blurred outlines.

The white latte was taken out of his pocket, and then filled the unlimited refill...it must be filled in case of emergency.

Then crawl into the room from the cave.

“Today is pretty good!”

The white latte feels comfortable.

“Although there are many empty guns, many guns have successfully hit the target.

"The marksmanship is much better than before. If you practice it a few more times, you will probably be able to hit whatever you point within twenty meters.

"The most important thing is...I seem to be really...close to this revolver?"

Holding the revolver in your hand, what you feel is no longer cold and hard, but instead becomes a solid and reliable one. It is much easier to use.

When I climbed back to the room, I saw half of the sky outside the window, which was already dark blue. The windowsill was reflected in red by the last sunset.

However, such a dim twilight even made the white latte feel dazzling and tears flowed out.

Only then did he realize that his right hand was sore and his head was dizzy.

This afternoon, although it was a great time to practice guns, it was also quite expensive.

The white latte smiled bitterly.

He fell on the bed with a plop.

"Sleep for half an hour before going to work."

...

Before I could have time to have dinner, Bai Latte hurried to the medical department and started working.

Working at night is similar to that during the day. It’s just decocting medicine.

However, Dr. Xiaoyu brought him an oil lamp for easy lighting.

Sitting on the stool, blowing the evening breeze, listening to the "cracking" sound of the fire, it has a different flavor.

The oil lamp next to it also makes the white latte feel very fresh.

The windscreen lampshade is less transparent after being smoked.

Inside the lampshade, a little light was like a bean, swaying gently, emitting light.

I have never seen this thing before I traveled through the white latte.

It was the first time I saw you after traveling through time.

In the wasteland world, materials are in short supply, and oil lamps are considered special equipment and cannot be used in ordinary use!

The white latte sometimes lifts the medicine pot, illuminates it with an oil lamp, and checks the heat.

In this way, a few hours passed by, and the last pot of medicine had been sent to the medical department.

The white latte is ready to get off work.

Dr. Xiaoyu did not rest, and Bai Latte came to work for the night shift, which made her much more relaxed. She sat in the office and slept for a while. At this time, it was time for get off work, she hurried out and found Bai Latte.

"Don't leave first! Have a midnight snack together."

She was holding a medicine pot.

"This is something we specially cook for midnight snacks, and we have never decocted the medicine.

"hey-hey."

She also took some noodles and mushrooms.

"Cook water quickly, let's cook mushroom noodle soup and eat it."

Bai Latte was about to refuse, but his stomach and intestines made a "gurgling" protest. He didn't have supper either.

The two of them sat on the stool and started cooking noodles in the decoction pot.

The evening breeze is cool and the bright moon is in the sky.

The wind is mixed with the smell of fireworks, the aroma of medicine, and the gradually richer smell of fungus soup.

The two of them sat on the stool. They were clearly separated by a distance, but the white latte seemed to feel the warmth of Dr. Xiaoyu.

White Latte thought for a moment and spoke.

"Actually... I have a question to ask you."

“What’s the problem?”

"You said that those of us who use guns actually need eyes and vision very much.

"But if you use too much eyes, will it lead to myopia? It leads to vision loss?

"What should I do?"

White Latte has been struggling with this problem for a long time.

Eyes, vision... are ultimately a topic that sharpshooters can't avoid.

Dr. Xiaoyu thought for a moment.

"The eyes must be very precise and very fragile organs.

"And I, although I am a doctor, I studied traditional Chinese medicine and I don't really understand ophthalmology.
To be continued...