Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1258 will give you a shocking experience of being a cheater, the old gun god and the new gun god (two-in-one chapter)
Fang Yan held the receiver, both amused and exasperated. It turned out that Qin Nong really wanted him to learn how to shoot, and also wanted him to treat the leader's illness at the same time. This arrangement, which killed two birds with one stone, made full use of his special talent status.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Fang Yan agreed, hung up the phone, and went to the inner room to tell Zhu Lin.

As soon as they entered the main hall, they saw Zhu Lin chatting animatedly with Huang Huijie while holding a piece of fabric. The two of them also had a fashion magazine sent by Hong Kong spread out in their hands, seemingly thinking about choosing a gift for Le Miao.

Sending clothes?
That's a good idea, but I won't worry about what to choose.

Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan:

Are you coming back for lunch?

"He should be back by now. If he's not back by 12 o'clock, you can just eat right away, no need to wait for me." Fang Yan said as he walked out. It was getting late, and Qin Nong might invite him and An Dong to stay for lunch.

Of course, it's also possible that they won't keep it, since Lao Qin seems to be quite frugal and restrained in the local dialect.

“Okay, I’ll save some food for you,” Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan agreed and walked out. By then, Anton had already driven the car to the door.

After getting in the car, the two headed towards the Municipal Bureau again.

"This is terrible! I should have known better than to come back!" Fang Yan said, tightening his grip on his gun as he looked at the pedestrians on the street.

After hearing this, Anton said to Fang Yan:

"Running back and forth like this can help me improve my driving skills!"

Fang Yan was taken aback; this kid was quite open-minded.

After a while, they arrived at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau.

Next to the Municipal Bureau is Yanjing Hospital, which is directly under the Ministry of Health. There's someone here who needs help with medical treatment using a local dialect; it's undoubtedly a difficult or complicated case.

"Comrade Fang Yan, hello! I've been waiting for you." A young policeman in his early twenties greeted Fang Yan as soon as he arrived at the door, indicating that Qin Nong had already given prior notice.

Fang Yan parked the car inside the municipal police station and then, together with An Dong, followed the police officer who was leading the way to the shooting range of the municipal police station.

After passing two rows of bungalows with gray walls, you will see a "room" or factory building with a wooden sign that reads "Weapon Training Room".

This is the city police station's shooting range.

The wooden door was made of thick steel plate wrapped with pine wood, and the edges were polished to a shine. There was also a ring of non-slip black tape wrapped around the door handle, which showed that people used to come and go all year round.

The moment the door was opened, a smell mixed with engine oil, gunpowder, and lime hit the door.

The house was more spacious than Fang Yan had imagined, about the size of two basketball courts. The floor was paved with smooth cement, and there were a few dark marks near the base of the wall.

The young police officer noticed Fang Yan's gaze and explained with a smile, "These are gunpowder splatter marks from when we were practicing shooting before. We tried to wipe them off several times but couldn't. Director Qin said that leaving them here is a good way to remind everyone to be careful."

Fang Yan nodded and looked around.

I didn't see Qin Nong.

At the far end of the room were three shooting positions arranged side by side. In front of each shooting position stood a wooden barrier about half a person's height. On the barrier was a yellowed target paper with a circle painted in red paint in the center. The outermost circle was marked with white numbers from "1 ring" to "10 rings". Some of the numbers had been blackened by gunpowder.

Several rifles and pistols were neatly stacked on the iron rack next to the shooting position.

If I'm not mistaken, these should be Type 54 pistols and a few Type 56 semi-automatic rifles.

The gun barrels were polished to a shine, and the wood grain on the stock was clearly visible, though there were inevitably some scratches and dents on the edges.

"This is the ammunition cabinet." The young policeman pointed to a metal cabinet in the corner, with a brass lock hanging on it. The lock cylinder was oxidized and blackened. "All bullets must be registered and issued. Director Qin specifically instructed that live ammunition has been prepared for you today."

Fang Yan asked, puzzled:
"Where is Director Qin? He's here to teach me, and there's someone else who wants me to treat their illness."

The young police officer said:

"Director Qin has a short meeting, he'll be over shortly."

"Who is the person who needs to see a doctor?" Fang Yan asked.

The young policeman shook his head and said:
"I don't know that."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan had no choice but to take out his pistol.

Next to him on the cabinet was an old wooden box. When Anton opened it, he found several pairs of blue goggles and black earmuffs inside. There were a few fine scratches on the plastic frames of the goggles, and the foam in the earmuffs was deformed, indicating that they had been used for many years.

"Don't touch other people's things," Fang Yan said to his curious apprentice. Who knew if there were any things in this place that could easily hurt someone?

“When you’re ready, come with me over there. Director Qin asked me to explain things to you first. You can fire a few shots to get a feel for it. He’ll be here in a bit,” the young policeman said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan looked in the direction he pointed. In the open space in the middle of the room, there were several long wooden tables covered with green canvas. On the canvas were several boxes of opened bullets, a cleaning rod, and several gun cleaning cloths.

There was another policeman sitting at a table cleaning his gun. He was holding a cloth soaked in machine oil and carefully wiping a pistol. His movements were slow but very serious.

Hearing the sounds from Fang Yan and the others, he looked up and glanced over, then buried himself in wiping again.

“That’s the comrade we’re in charge of maintaining,” the young policeman said to Fang Yan.

The dialect made it seem like this young man was sitting on the sidelines.

"What's your name?"

The young police officer said:

"My name is Yi Donglai."

Fang Yan nodded. Yi Donglai... seems to be someone similar to Xiao Zhang, both of whom are young people taken care of by Qin Nong.

After the gun was taken out by the man in the dialect group, the young man glanced at it and said:

"You must rarely fire this gun, right? It's very well maintained."

Fang Yan looked at the gun in his hand and said:

"I didn't plan to use it since it was a gift from someone."

Hearing Fang Yan say this, Yi Donglai took a pistol from the side, gestured with it, and then handed it to Fang Yan: "Try this one first. It's a bit old, but the accuracy is fine."

"You can use your new gun later, or you don't have to use it at all. You said you don't plan to use it, so it will wear out."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan took the pistol that Yi Donglai handed him.

It felt heavy in my hand, and the gun had a slightly cool feel as if it had just been oiled. It showed more signs of use than my own revolver, and the wood grain on the grip was worn exceptionally smooth, clearly indicating that it was an "old friend" that had been used for many years.

"Thanks, but you can practice with your guns." Fang Yan said, putting his revolver back in his pocket and following Yi Donglai to the shooting position.

"Don't you have a holster?" Yi Donglai asked Fang Yan.

"No!" Fang Yan shook his head.

Yi Donglai said:
"I'll find you a holster later."

Fang Yan laughed when he heard this and said:

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Yi Donglai smiled and waved his hand. He knew Fang Yan's status in front of Qin Ju, and Fang Yan was also one of the technical instructors of the Municipal Bureau. Many technical police officers were his students.

Yi Donglai picked up the bullets on the table, skillfully loaded them into the cylinder, and then handed the gun back to him: "Director Fang, please try the grip first... Support the gun with your left hand, grip the handle with your right hand, don't pull the thumb too tight, and place your index finger on the trigger, being careful not to touch the trigger guard."

Following Fang Yan's instructions, Fang Yan adjusted his posture and aimed at the target. He immediately felt his wrist stiffen, as it was his first time holding a handgun, and it was different from the pistols he had at the amusement park in his previous life.

It's fair to say the feel is completely different.

Yi Donglai watched closely from the side and gently tugged at his wrist: "Relax your wrist a little more, don't be so tense, otherwise the recoil will make the gun jump upwards when you fire. Keep your eyes on the crosshair, align the three points in a straight line, keep your breathing steady, and don't hold your breath when you fire."

The police officer cleaning the gun next to him stopped what he was doing at some point, looked up and looked over. His gaze fell on Fang Yan's grip on the gun, and he frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just continued to clean the gun, but his movements were slower, obviously he was paying attention to what was happening over there.

Fang Yan took a deep breath and slowly pulled the trigger. With a soft "click," the gunpowder vapor from the bullet instantly dissipated, and the gun jumped up slightly, leaving no mark on the target.

"It's okay, it's normal the first time." Yi Donglai handed over a towel. "Wipe the sweat off your hands and try again. This time, remember to press the muzzle down a little when you fire to counteract the recoil."

"boom!"

On the second shot, Fang Yan deliberately lowered the muzzle, and the bullet finally hit the target paper, but it landed in the outermost ring, the 1st ring.

He couldn't help but laugh: "With this accuracy, if something really happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to hit anyone and will only scare myself."

However, despite saying that, the dialect system prompt was not triggered. Could it be that we don't know enough details?
“Take your time, you’ll get better with practice.” Just as Yi Donglai finished speaking, the police officer cleaning his gun suddenly spoke up, his voice a little hoarse: “Your elbow is too far back, you should push it forward a little to reduce the impact of recoil on accuracy. Also, your breathing rhythm isn’t right. You should exhale before firing and then gently pull the trigger.”

Fang Yan and Yi Donglai were both stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the police officer.

He was in his early thirties, wearing a faded police uniform with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular arms. His face was expressionless, and he was holding the gun cleaning cloth in his hand, but his eyes held a professional certainty.

Yi Donglai quickly introduced, "Director Fang, this is Lao Gu, Gu Yuan. He is in charge of weapon maintenance in our shooting range. He used to be a sharpshooter in the army. Later, due to a leg injury, he transferred to the city bureau and has been in charge of weapon maintenance here ever since."

"A sharpshooter?" Fang Yan's eyes lit up. He walked over to Gu Yuan and looked at the gleaming pistol in his hand. "Comrade Gu, could you explain the elbow position you mentioned earlier to me again?"

Gu Yuan put down his gun, stood up and walked to the shooting position. He took the gun from Fang Yan and demonstrated a standard shooting posture: elbow slightly bent and pushed forward, shoulders relaxed and lowered, the muzzle steadily aimed at the bullseye. The whole movement was smooth and fluid, showing the unique competence of a soldier.

"Look, when you hold the gun like this, the recoil will travel from your arm to your shoulder instead of your wrist bearing the force alone, and the accuracy will naturally improve." As he spoke, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the 10-ring mark in the center of the target paper. His movements were as steady as if he were frozen in place.

Fang Yan was impressed and said, "Amazing! Comrade Gu, don't keep your skills to yourself. You should give us more pointers in the future."

Hearing Fang Yan's praise, Gu Yuan's face showed a rare smile. He shook his head and said, "It's all old-fashioned skill. Now that my leg is no longer good, I can't go to the front line. I can only clean guns here." He subconsciously touched his left leg. His trouser leg was slightly loose. Only then did Fang Yan notice that his left leg was a prosthesis.

Yi Donglai whispered from the side, "Old Gu used to be awarded a second-class merit in the army. Later, he was injured in the leg by a landmine while on a mission. After being demobilized, he could have gone to the headquarters, but he insisted on coming to the shooting range, saying that he could still deal with guns."

Fang Yan felt a pang of emotion and was about to say something more when she heard a familiar voice from the doorway: "Fang Yan, how's your practice going?"

Qin Nong strode in, followed by a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit carrying a briefcase. This man was the "leader who needed to see a doctor" mentioned on the phone earlier.

Qin Nong was taken aback when he saw Gu Yuan there, then smiled and said, "Old Gu is here too. Perfect, you can be Director Fang's instructor. It's his first time masturbating, so you'll have to teach him a lot."

Hearing Qin Nong's words, Gu Yuan did not refuse. He simply picked up another box of live ammunition on the table and walked to Fang Yan's side: "Director Fang, let's try again. This time, I'll keep an eye on your posture for you." He spoke slowly but with a reassuring calmness. He reached out and gently adjusted Fang Yan's shoulders: "Shoulders, keep them down a bit. Don't shrug them up, or they'll sway when you fire."

Fang Yan followed his instructions, relaxed his shoulders, supported the gun with his left hand, gripped the handle with his right hand, and pushed his elbow slightly forward. This time, his posture was much more stable than before, and when the muzzle was aimed at the bullseye, the line connecting the front sight, the notch, and the bullseye was much clearer.

Gu Yuan squatted down beside him, his gaze falling on his fingers: "When you pull the trigger with your index finger, use the area between the first and second knuckles to gradually increase the force, don't pull it all the way down at once."

Fang Yan took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Once his breathing was steady, he gently applied pressure with his fingertips.

"boom!"

The moment the gunshot rang out, he deliberately remembered what Gu Yuan had said about "recoil transmission," and his shoulder slightly pulled back to reduce the force. Sure enough, his wrist did not jump up violently as before.

[Ding! Divine Skill Experience System...] The system's blessing voice rang in Fang Yan's mind, and countless experience points appeared in his mind in an instant.

"Look at the target!" At the same time, Qin Nong asked Yi Donglai to look at the target.

He ran over quickly, took the target paper and handed it over. He found that the bullet had landed at the 7-ring mark. Although it was still far from the 10-ring mark, it was a huge improvement over the 1-ring mark he had just gotten.

“Seven rings!” Yi Donglai said.

"Not bad!" Qin Nong clapped his hands, and the middle-aged man behind him nodded with a smile: "Director Fang learns really fast. The first time I fired a gun, the bullets flew outside the target paper."

Gu Yuan pointed to the bullet holes on the target paper: "It's much better than before, but the muzzle is still a bit to the left. You gripped the gun too tightly with your right hand. Loosen your grip a little and let your left hand bear more of the weight of the gun." As he spoke, he picked up the gun and demonstrated a "two-handed coordination" action: "Revolvers are heavy, and it is easy to deviate by relying solely on the right hand. Support the bottom of the gun with your left hand and press your thumb against the web of your right hand. This will stabilize the gun."

Fang Yan took the gun, readjusted his hand position, and while his left hand supported the bottom of the gun, his thumb gently pressed against the web of his right hand.

At this moment, Fang Yan's hand gestures clearly gave those around him a different feeling.

The people present were all experienced gun users. When they saw Fang Yan's actions, they had a strange sense of familiarity. It was their intuition as veteran gunmen.

He just spoke in dialect and seemed like a complete novice.

Is this an illusion?

"Bang!" Another gunshot.

Yi Donglai ran over to get the target paper again, and when he came back, the target paper in his hand was waving like a small flag: "10 rings!"

Qin Nong was amazed:

Wow! That's impressive!

Gu Yuan, standing to the side, also looked at Fang Yan with some surprise:

"Is this Director Fang's first time using a handgun?"

He said in dialect:

"This is the first time I've used a pistol, but I've fired a rifle before when I was training as a militia member in the countryside."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, Gu Yuan said:
"Rifles and pistols feel completely different. You've mastered them so quickly; you're very talented!"

Qin Nong said:

"Even our sharpshooter praised you, Fang Yan, you really are amazing!"

The middle-aged man behind him also said:

"Not bad, he's already hit the bullseye after just a few shots!"

Gu Yuan said:

"While the feeling is still there, practice a few more times to develop muscle memory and remember how to control the force. You'll be able to consistently score above eight rings later on."

Qin Nong also said:
"That's right, hurry up, do it a few more times, remember the feeling! Use bullets as you like."

Upon hearing Qin Nong's words, Fang Yan, who also wanted to test his enhanced spear technique, decided to give it a try.

Fang Yan nodded and went to the shooting position. His hand holding the gun was as steady as if it were welded to the shooting position. The moment the system prompt sounded, countless experiences about "muscle memory for pistol shooting" and "force transmission control" flooded into his mind like a tide. From the force of his finger pulling the trigger to the angle of his shoulder to absorb the force, and then to the precise coordination of breathing and firing, all the details were so clear that it was as if he had practiced them a thousand times.

He didn't rush to fire, but instead, following Gu Yuan's advice to use both hands in a coordinated manner, he quietly aimed for three seconds.

With his left hand supporting the bottom of the gun, his thumb pressing against the web of his right hand, and his right index finger resting between the first and second joints of the trigger, his elbow slightly bent and pushed forward, and his shoulder naturally lowered, the whole set of movements was smooth and fluid, without any of the previous awkwardness, but instead exuding the composure of an old gunman.

Even before the shot was fired, one could sense that Fang Yan had become even more experienced this time.

Gu Yuan was a little confused. What was going on?
"boom!"

The third shot pierced the air in the shooting range. This time, he perfectly neutralized the recoil; the gun only wobbled slightly before quickly returning to center. Yi Donglai rushed over almost reflexively to grab the target paper, returning slightly unsteady, the target paper trembling violently in his hand: "Another... another 10 rings! Right in the center!"

The bullet hole on the target paper landed precisely at the very center of the red-painted bullseye, with no extra gunpowder residue around it. This was not a lucky "bump," but the result of precise control.

Qin Nong's smile froze for a moment. He quickly walked over, picked up the target paper, and examined it closely: "Really not off-target? How come the bullet hole is so straight?"

He turned to look at Fang Yan, his eyes full of surprise. The first shot missed the target, the second shot was a 7, and the third shot was a solid 10. Even with Gu Yuan's guidance, he couldn't have improved so quickly!
"A genius?" The middle-aged man, who had come to see a doctor, was stunned by Fang Yan's improved shooting skills.

Gu Yuan stood up, limped over to Fang Yan, his gaze falling on Fang Yan's hand holding the gun, and said seriously, "Your posture... looks like that of a veteran who has been practicing for several years."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I'm not complimenting you, I'm telling the truth." Gu Yuan shook his head.

“Try again!” he said to the dialect.

Fang Yan nodded and continued making gun-holding gestures.

At this moment, Gu Yuan reached out to adjust Fang Yan's shoulder again, but found that the other person's posture was already flawless.

The angle of the shoulders lowered, the extent of the elbows thrusting forward, and the coordinated force of the hands were all the most standard "combat shooting postures," even more precise than the one he had just demonstrated.

Qin Nong also noticed this, and he was somewhat bewildered.

Dialects, of course, couldn't explain things about the system; he just smiled.
"Perhaps it was because Comrade Gu's guidance was so effective that I suddenly got the hang of it." With that, he reloaded the bullet, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

"10 rings! Still 10 rings!" Yi Donglai ran even faster this time, and after taking the target paper, he held it above his head as if it were some kind of treasure. "Director Fang, your hand is too amazing! I practiced for half a year and it took me half a year to barely stabilize at 8 rings. You got 10 rings in three shots on your fourth shot!"

Everyone stared blankly at Fang Yan.

This is weird!

It's haunted in front of them!

From novice to expert in seconds!

The middle-aged man behind Qin Nong also came over and pointed to the three bullet holes on the target paper: "These bullet holes are almost connected into one point. Director Fang, are you sure you've never fired a handgun before?"

Fang Yan smiled and pulled the trigger for the fifth time: "Really, no, I just suddenly figured it out."

"boom!"

The fifth shot was another 10.

The shooting range fell completely silent, save for the "bang bang" of the trigger being pulled in dialect and Yi Donglai's exclamations each time he retrieved the target paper.

From the fourth to the tenth shot, a total of seven shots, every single bullet hole landed precisely on the bullseye. There were even two bullet holes that overlapped, punching a small hole through the yellowed target paper.

Gu Yuan stood to the side, his brows gradually relaxing, his surprise turning into admiration: "Your control over force is too keen. The 'gradual increase in force' when pulling the trigger, the 'force reduction angle' when transmitting recoil, and the coordination between breathing and firing are all top-notch. Even in the military, only the top marksmen can achieve '10 rings every time'."

He paused, then added, "You just said you've fired a rifle. Was it during militia training that an experienced marksman taught you the essence of the 'three points in a line' technique?"

In Gu Yuan's view, only with professional guidance can one perfectly transfer rifle shooting experience to pistol shooting in a short period of time.

Fang Yan nodded in agreement: "Indeed, an old militiaman taught me this, and I never expected to use it today."

Qin Nong finally came to his senses, slapping his thigh and laughing, "Good heavens! I didn't expect you to be a hidden sharpshooter! If I had known this, I should have called you in when we were catching enemy agents in Tianjin last time, and it would have saved us so much trouble!"

Fang Yan smiled and assumed the man was joking.

Even if he was a good shot, Qin Nong wouldn't dare let himself go up there. If such a thing happened, regardless of whether Fang Yan would get into trouble, Vice Minister Li of the Ministry of Health and Director Liao of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office would tear him apart.

At this moment, the middle-aged man nodded in agreement: "Director Fang is truly a man of both literary and martial talents!"

Fang Yan had fired enough shots by now, and he turned to Qin Nong and said:

"Director Qin, I guess I don't need to learn how to use a gun anymore, right?"

"Who needs to see a doctor?"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

(End of this chapter)