However, this force wasn't as great as Zhuang Mingcheng had described; she felt it was alright.

Beside him, Zhuang Mingcheng held up binoculars, looking at the target in the distance. "You didn't miss. Comrade Lu Fangfang, keep firing. Fire the last few rounds left in your gun."

Lu Fangfang had calmed down by this time.

After firing the first shot, she felt that this thing was similar to an air gun, except that the recoil was greater and the sound was louder.

Aiming at the distant target, she pulled the trigger again.

"Bang."

"Two rings."

"Bang."

"The Fifth Ring Road".

"Bang."

"Missing the target".

Every time Lu Fangfang fired a shot, Zhuang Mingcheng would announce the target number.

Soon, all nine bullets remaining in the gun were fired.

"Good job, Comrade Lu Fangfang. This is your first time using a real gun. You only missed the target three times at a distance of 100 meters. That deserves encouragement."

"Thank you, Commander Zhuang!"

Lu Fangfang quickly got up and saluted Zhuang Mingcheng.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

"Commander Zhuang, may I borrow your binoculars?"

Zhuang Mingcheng smiled and nodded, handing the binoculars to his wife.

Lu Fangfang held the target and looked at it in the distance. Her best shot only hit a seven-ring.

To be honest, she was a little dissatisfied, after all, she was shooting from a prone position, which was the easiest position.

She had been shooting air guns for several months and had been playing with slingshots since she was a child, so she had a good feel for shooting. But she didn't hit the bullseye once.

She returned the binoculars to Zhuang Mingcheng, lay down in the firing crater, reloaded, and continued firing.

"Smack."

"Smack."

...

At the shooting range, not only Lu Fangfang was shooting, but also the soldiers were training.

In those days of scarcity, there were still bullets available for training.

Not only regular troops, but also rural militia and security departments of work units conduct live-fire training every six months. Well-off militia brigades even have artillery.

As a military wife and the head of a breeding farm under the regiment, it was quite easy for Lu Fangfang to apply for training ammunition.

Lu Fangfang spent the entire afternoon shooting.

She went from shooting while prone to shooting while kneeling, and finally to shooting while standing.

After firing dozens of bullets, she developed a feel for the gun.

Finally, when she shot at the target position 100 meters away, she could score 60 rings in 10 shots, which was better than the new recruits in the regiment.

Zhuang Mingcheng stood aside and couldn't help but applaud his wife again.

If my wife joined the army, she would definitely become an excellent sharpshooter.