Different dimension red alert world

"Hey, don't touch it, it hurts!" Wang Ling quickly grabbed Dongfang Yuqing's hand and squeezed his eyes, which still had some dark circles, and then opened his eyes and started talking nonsense: "Why did I get beaten? You dropped it yourself!"

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They were not the only ones in the classroom. Many of the others couldn't hold back their words when they heard this.

Which fool can believe what he said? Can you fall like this? The black and blue circles under his eyes that were obviously punched out seemed to be mocking him.

Dongfang Yuqing naturally didn't believe it, but for a moment she didn't know what to say to him.

But Zhang Shengcai on the side became angry. He slapped the desk with a bang and started shouting: "Wang Ling, don't be such a coward. You don't dare to fight back when you are beaten. Are you still a man? To be honest, yes. Did Zheng Long beat him? I'll call Bowen right now to ask him to come back, and call a few more people to block him in the dormitory and beat him up!"

The Zheng Long he mentioned had a bad reputation in the school. In addition, he came to mock Wang Ling after the physical fitness test. Now that something happened to Wang Ling, Zheng Long was naturally the first to be suspected.

But before Wang Ling could argue, someone not far away reminded him: "Don't be impulsive, brother. Zheng Long's brother is a gangster in this area. Even the school can't offend him. Don't be confused!"

"Then Wang Ling was beaten in vain?" Zhang Sheng glared.

At this time, Wang Ling hurriedly interrupted and said: "Okay, stop arguing, it wasn't him! Just stop participating. I will find this situation myself, and you can't help."

"Okay, we won't be needed anymore, and I'm too lazy to worry about it!" Zhang Sheng spoke frankly and his dissatisfaction was already revealed in his tone.

Dongfang Yuqing was calmer: "Wang Ling, don't resist on your own when something happens. Remember, there are still us!"

Wang Ling smiled bitterly and nodded, but in fact, they really couldn't help with this kind of thing.

After reluctantly stopping the topic, the classroom became quiet. Soon after, the teacher arrived and the class began. Some people in the classroom took out their textbooks and some took out their mobile phones. The class time passed quickly.

This time, Wang Ling's two roommates did not stay. After lunch, Wang Ling returned to the dormitory alone and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He was alone in the four-person room. Looking at the three bare beds, he felt a little lonely.

After a few long sighs, this time Wang Ling did not wait for his body to fully recover before he contacted Uncle Hei and entered the world of red alert again.

Although this world was simulated by a program, the feeling inside was very real. Although he was a little tired, with the company of his comrades, Wang Ling felt a little sense of security.

Entering the world of Red Alert this time, the time was connected with the last time. The lights in the entire barracks were turned off, and almost everyone was resting on the beds in the tent.

Knowing that there were still arduous training tasks during the day, Wang Ling didn't think much about it. After calming down, he quickly fell asleep.

The next day, he was still woken up by three whistles, followed by the instructor's call to assemble. He hurriedly cleaned up and started his morning run after gathering. This day's training kicked off.

The training program was the same as before in the morning, but after the gathering in the afternoon, the instructor took them to the shooting range, and each person was issued a submachine gun.

This type of submachine gun is a proprietary firearm used by soldiers mobilized in Red Alert. It is called the PPSh41 submachine gun, also known as the Bobosha submachine gun. People who have played Red Alert actually know that the firepower of conscripts, or the firepower of this kind of Bobosha submachine gun, is really not flattering compared to other arms, but Wang Ling, whether in the real world or the game world, , this is the first time I have personally come into contact with firearms. In addition to a little excitement, there is also a lot of fear in my heart.

According to the rules, when they got firearms for the first time, they needed to practice shooting to test their sights. After the personnel were arranged, the instructor first explained and demonstrated. He hit the bullseye with all five shots of the five-ring target. Everyone in the fifth company couldn't help but cheer.

"It's your turn next, No. 001, you go first!"

It was Wang Ling's turn. No. 001 used the submachine gun for a while. After mastering the shooting method, he fired five shots at the target a hundred meters away. After the shooting, the instructor took a look and said: "One shot, two rings, two shots and one ring, two shots missed the target. This is the first time I picked up a submachine gun, and the results are not bad. Next, No. 002."

There are no requirements for this test, and there are no dedicated reading personnel other than instructors. It needs to be carried out in sequence, which naturally takes some time.

While waiting, No. 102 next to Wang Ling smiled proudly at Wang Ling: "Brother, I have shot guns since I was a child. This is my specialty. I will look at you later!"

Wang Ling was a little dumbfounded. To be honest, he didn't pay attention to the results of No. 102, he was just worrying about himself. After all, this was his first time shooting.

Although there were enough people, each person only fired five shots. Overall, the speed was not too slow. After waiting for a while, it was finally Wang Ling's turn.

He had never eaten pork, but he had still seen pigs running around. Wang Ling had already become familiar with the Bosha submachine gun during the waiting time, and now he naturally put his finger on the trigger.

Holding his breath and concentrating, with his eyes shining, Wang Ling located the bull's-eye and fired five shots in a row.

result

"They all missed the target! Kid, you have set a record for our company again. We will strengthen training in the future! No. 102!" the instructor said calmly.

That's right, they all missed the target. Wang Ling's five shots didn't hit even one! Although it was easy to see other comrades hitting the target with at least one shot, it was only after testing it myself that I realized how difficult it was. Not to mention the unfamiliarity of the control, the unimaginable recoil alone left Wang Ling at a loss.

With an annoyed sigh, Wang Ling focused on No. 102 as the instructor shouted.

Since he dared to blow this number 102, he naturally had a certain confidence. He smiled confidently, put on a very standard and handsome shooting posture and fired five shots in a row.

When the instructor saw the target, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Three shots with five rings, one shot with four rings, one shot with three rings! Kid, your sights are good, but your eyesight is not good, this time's results will be invalid!"

"Ah? Why, instructor?" No. 102 was unconvinced.

At this time, Wang Ling couldn't help but said: "Brother, why are you hitting my target so well?"

"Hahaha" The others were holding back their laughter, but when they heard Wang Ling's voice, they finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

And the instructor rarely reprimanded them.

Yes, No. 102 made a joke this time. All five shots hit Wang Ling's target. No matter how accurate they were, it was not his result.

After all, this cannot be entirely blamed on No. 102. Who made Wang Ling miss all the targets and leave one intact target? No. 102 was overconfident, and according to the sequence, he just saw the wrong target.