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Chapter 167 Symphonic Poems on the Shooting Range

In my life, at this moment, it is like a bullet piercing my heart.

"You're here?"

"Um!"

"Sister Zhang asked you to come?"

"Well, oh, no, I'm going to come by myself."

"What are you doing?"

"Look at you."

"Does it look good?"

"Oh, it looks good! No, no, I'm here to see you, not to see you look good, of course, it's not to say you're not good-looking, but it looks good, but..."

"Puchi, I understand, have you finished reading it?"

"Um......"

"I'll watch it later before I finish reading it. I'm in a bad mood today. Come and shoot me with me!"

"ah?!"

"Ah what. Didn't you hear clearly? I'm in a bad mood today, a man, awkward, come on, the gun is here."

She shook her head, and the sun shone between her hair.

It turned out that she was really preparing to train here. The grass-green military carpet was covered with Wanguo brand guns, mainly light weapons, such as Colt 1911 pistol, m16a1 assault rifle, ak47, ak74, sniper rifle, machine gun, grenade, several boxes of bullets, and even two Rpg bazooka launchers. Where did Ada rob the arsenal? Not to mention whether these things are good or not with the foreign relations between those countries, but in short, most of them are not easy to collect. Generally, they are dismantled and analyzed and studied in the Institute of Liberation and Military Industry. Unexpectedly, the superior leader was very loving to Ada and her training class, and specially dispatched a batch of foreign military guns and ammunition for her to teach and use. As a result, she took them to the shooting range and worked hard.

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"Good shot, have you shot this shot before?"

"Well, I've shot it a few times before when I was in the south." I put down my gun and caressed the gun body parts of m16a1, which evoked my memories of those years of bullets.

"I sent them all back, and they all recited words and shouted to death. They screamed when they played with guns. But they couldn't say what they meant. If they didn't memorize the words, they didn't think about touching the gun." Ada said as she threw a magazine for me. I quickly caught it in the air with one hand, and then changed it to the magazine. She pulled her training task and said that I could listen, but it was not easy to answer, so she could only change the topic.

"continue?"

"Well! Good gunmen are all fed by bullets. Don't be so stingy. When I was in special training..." Ada pouted, "Anyway, no one is watching the target now, it's not a game. I'm in a bad mood today, just fight. After the fight, I'll call someone to get it." After that, she kicked the bullet box with foreign language printed beside her with a little disgust.

No man doesn’t like to shoot guns. Even if he is Ada around him, it’s even more fun to shoot guns. Besides, it’s just a foreign gun, which is very powerful and can be easily shot. Of course, I won’t be polite to her. Come on, fight together, who is afraid of whom!

In this way, we both finished the rifle and pistol, and shot the submachine gun. After the submachine gun, we simply lay on the ground and shot the machine gun and shot the sniper rifle. Although no one looked at the target, we knew the shooting results. Gunshots continued on the empty shooting range, and smoke filled the guns. The two poor targets were already smashed to pieces, and the trees were shaking in the distance. I performed well today, felt very good, played smoother than usual, and had a higher hit rate. However, Ada was a little absent-minded, and liked to shoot one after another from time to time, and he rang a shuttle at once. Even though he was pressing the muzzle desperately, he didn't know which bullets jump to, Yunnan, Sichuan.

"This? No, the movement will be a bit big, let's forget it." I saw Ada's eyes already glancing at the two rpg rocket launchers, and I felt a little numb and couldn't help but dissuade me.

"The place is so wide and I have been fighting for so long, so everyone should be mentally prepared. I am not afraid, what are you afraid of? Besides, I am today..."

"I'm in a bad mood! I know, fight, fight, don't say anything. I haven't played with this guy for a long time. I always thought it was noisy and missed it." Before Ada finished speaking, I took the words over. Although Ada didn't talk much, he was still very talkative when he was familiar with it. However, I have seen her trainees once, and she was still very fierce when she scolded people. Moreover, she was scolded by the female leader. The trainees and soldiers all had their faces and their necks were all red, their heads were about to hang back to the ground. There was no room for a long time, so they could only practice hard and play hard.

"No, I have already registered with the base today and need to conduct blasting training, so it doesn't matter if I just drive the big guy in the warehouse out." Ada said this to this point, and it would be unnecessary to talk more. I couldn't help but think of a tank transport truck rumbling in the base the day before yesterday. The big guy with a long canvas covered with canvas on it and drove backwards into a large warehouse. This was the water cabinet from which country was also brought into the base.

"Did you cut your hair today?" I finally couldn't hold it in my heart, and I kept thinking about it. I felt so relaxed when I said this. Ada turned out to be a head of blond hair that was as flowing as silk. Later, for the sake of work, she deliberately dyed black and cut it to her shoulders. She usually tied a ponytail during training. Unexpectedly, she cut it short again today and cut it into a pretty short hair, vaguely like Hepburn in "Roman Holiday", simple and noble, with its naturally drooping dense bangs with clear eyes, like the strongest wine, I took a sip and got drunk.

"Yes! I cut it in front of the mirror when I woke up this morning. Isn't it fun?" Ada asked with a smile, and even swayed her head on the left and right so that I could see the details of her head clearly, as cute as a puppy.

"It's very beautiful, I mean it's very good for your temperament." I felt that the words were too poor and I couldn't speak. I was obviously talking a lot in my heart, but I couldn't speak. It was really deadly. Ada was wearing a sea soul shirt today. Oh my god, it's really deadly. Every boy has a sea soul shirt in his heart, and he has a dream of conquering the sea. I want to be a captain. Ah, captain, my captain, set sail calmly, and soar freely on the vast blue ocean. And now this dream is worn on the girl he likes, how can it not make people's blood boil and their breathing burst out? Just like a fire dragon, I could only hurriedly lower my head to avoid her gaze. Why did she look so beautiful in Liberation Shoes? The fat and swollen military pants could not cover up her moving lines, and the slender waist tied up by the armed belt was straight and squirting out...

Ada generously allowed me to scan her with almost unrestrained eyes, but Comrade Lin Qianjun, you must restrain yourself. You are a soldier, with iron discipline and steel principles. A faint voice was shouting in my heart. My eyes gradually became clear and my will began to become firm. I grabbed my head, smiled at Ada, then waved my hand at the two fatal weapons of destruction, took out my most gentlemanly posture and said to her:

"Ladyfirst, come first!"

Ada smiled, like a spring breeze blowing on her face, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, walked to the pile of weapons, easily picked up a rocket launcher, and walked towards the shooting range with confidence and calmness, as if she was holding not a murderous weapon, but a bunch of old newspapers wrapped in a fiery red rose that revealed her enchantingly charming.

The sassy and heroic five-foot gun, the morning light is just shining on the performance field, and a symphony of a gun and a rose is being shown on the shooting range. The sound of the pistol is a playful piccolo, which plays the melody of spring; the thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud

It is sometimes high and exciting, like the waves hitting the breakwater in a hurricane, sometimes gentle and low, like a lover telling love words under the moonlit banana tree, one note touching the heart of a person, and the powerful sense of rhythm makes people dance involuntarily. Just as the thoughts gradually merge with this wonderful melody, boom! Boom! This is the last roar of the rpg rocket launcher drum, awakening you from intoxication, and the performance ends here. I wish the audience good night. There is only the scorching sun of the summer in the world, the bright moon in the heart, Ada and me.

"Hahahahaha", Ada laughed. She left the useless and scorching launcher and laughed at me. I didn't know what she was laughing at, but seeing that she was finally happy and stopped saying anything, I laughed, and the laughter also started to be like two children chasing and fighting in the corridor during class.

I shook my head, and there was still a whistle in my ears. Rpg's game was so powerful, but as a saber, it was a bit uncomfortable. After all, the sword light and sword shadows were dimmed, and the drums and horns were striking away. I had been leaving the battlefield for too long and was not very adaptable. I couldn't help but spread my hands and stared at my palms.

"What are you looking at?" Ada walked up to me and asked softly.

"The cocoon on my hands has disappeared a lot, and my hands have turned white." I looked at my palm, turned over and looked at the back of my hand and said. Ada actually understood the inexplicable words, "I heard that you were a scout, and you have been on the battlefield and made contributions?"

"Well," I don't really want to mention war at this moment, because I always think of my comrades who died. Just when I was thinking about whether Ida would politely reject her curiosity, accidents always came unexpectedly.

"Then let's fight again, our combat hero." Ada said excitedly.

"Ah?!" I was surprised. Why did the style suddenly change and there was a fight again?

"Don't, comeonbaby!" Ada trotted around me and warmed up, while hooking me with her right index finger! It's simply unbearable! Just fight, how can a man say no? I also started to move my body and prepare for the fight.

To be honest, although I lost when fighting Ada, there is actually a reason. On the one hand, I am not familiar with the fighting skills she learned from the West and took advantage of the loopholes. On the other hand, she is a lesbian after all, and she is not inappropriate in physical contact. And you have to give in a little bit of love. Fighting and fighting, close-up fighting. No matter how strong your skills are, your weight and strength are here. In boxing competitions, why don’t lightweights dare to fight against heavyweights? Because the gap between strength and physical fitness is difficult to make up. If you hit me a few punches, I can stand it. If I punch you with a potion, you will have to lie down...

Then, I was knocked down by Ada. Soon, I fought for a few moments. I didn't hit her. She tripped me and then pressed me to the ground to rub, rub, rub...

"Lin Qianjun, do you admit defeat?"

"Don't admit defeat, you're cheating."

"Give up."

"Don't admit it."

"I'll marry you if I admit defeat!"

"ha?!"
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