Ling Qingyu began to hone her skills of firing one round per second to four rounds, in a semi-mode, which was already remarkable in Tang Ziyi's eyes.
Perhaps, Tang Ziyi's prior superb performance broadened Ling Qingyu's horizon, but she was no longer satisfied. As an instructor, Tang Ziyi was delighted to see this state of mind in Ling Qingyu.
Because Athena could produce these humongous amounts of training bullets, Ling Qingyu could lavishly keep up the training pace. This was also the number one reason why more of her guards worked with smiles.
Others who trained firearms in the rest of the world must take note of the spending based on their finances. So, it took longer for their skills to improve. So even practiced dried-fire, a drill without any live bullets to train muscle mory.
Nonetheless, how could this be comparable to the real experience? Although firearm training in Ling Qingyu used bullets solely for practice, in contrast to the live ammunition, the feeling of recoil and the touch of the firearms remained the sa.
Except for the lessened penetration power to avoid accidents, the training bullets were as genuine as the live ammunition.
Soon, Ling Qingyu could easily fire 6 rounds per second with her Glock, a feat only senior gunners possessed. However, when Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu checked the paper target, the holes were outside the nine-ring and so even marked their spots inside the seven-ring.
Ling Qingyu gave a questioning look at Tang Ziyi, who imdiately comforted. "Don't worry about this result. It depends on your control skills. Soon, you'll hit ten-rings like mine, even in a rapid-fire mode."
On the inside, Tang Ziyi was exclaiming. This was no longer a genius but a freak. At a range over 30 ters, accurately landing hits like Ling Qingyu did for a first-tir was already above textbook level.
Listening to Tang Ziyi's words, Ling Qingyu regained her mood and continued practicing, developing her muscle mory to control the recoils.
Afterward, Tang Ziyi taught Ling Qingyu, two important thods of reloading magazines during a firefight. Ling Qingyu already knew how to reload on her own. She had changed magazine after magazine, wasting loads of ammunition.
In fact, Tang Ziyi was waiting for Ling Qingyu's Glock to malfunction. She didn't know whether the maintenance was very good or Athena's production quality was extrely perfect, Ling Qingyu never once had a problem.
Thinking of the malfunction drills, Tang Ziyi discovered the guards' discussions of the weapons produced by Athena, rarely encountered troubles. However, they still practiced the drills to be prepared for any scenario.
Tang Zyi scratched her head, unable to deliver a profound malfunction lesson to Ling Qingyu while she shot. It seed she must manually make a problem for training.
"Ergency reload and tactical reload." Tang Ziyi introduced, satisfied to see Ling Qingyu listening carefully. Indeed, Ling Qingyu already knew what these terms were but she remained quiet for a first-hand experience.
"Ergency reloads, you already understand the reason. All the bullets inside are gone. I press the button to release the empty magazine and flick it off, drawing my Glock close, still within my eyesight, while my other hand reaches out for another from my pouch and inserts a new one into the Glock.
Cocking the slider forward, I can now stretch out my hands forward, and aim and fire again." Tang Ziyi showed the entire process slowly, so that Ling Qingyu could see everything clearly.
She bent down to take back the magazine she had thrown away and put it inside the pouch on her waist. She continued: "On the other hand, tactical reload—the purpose is to have your ammunition full at all tis and there is no need for ergency reload but you want full capacity.
Retract my Glock close to while I take out the extra magazine, press the release button, grab the magazine ejected from my glock and insert the new one. The magazine in my hand will be kept away in my pouch."
Ling Qingyu watched Tang Ziyi's fingers without blinking her eyes. The essence of the trick was seen in the fingers of the hand she played. She nodded to show her understanding.
Tang Ziyi said after her explanation. "Now, try the two out, with empty magazines."
As told, Ling Qingyu followed suit without any problems but she repeated the process until she achieved fluid motion.
Seeing her process, Tang Ziyi's eyelids twitched but she rely added: "Now, let's add so difficulties. Fire three rounds and reload. I'll call out the thod for you. Ready?"
Ling Qingyu nodded.
"Ergency reload!" Ling Qingyu flicked away the magazines after she opened fire.
"Ergency!" Again the sa process.
"Tactical Reload!" A little complication in her hands but the process was still smooth.
To give more stress, Tang Ziyi shouted with urgency and pressed Ling Qingyu to move quicker. Indeed, Ling Qingyu began to mistake the two thods, under pressure.
Tang Ziyi didn't mind Ling Qingyu's mistakes but was happy instead. She found the area where Ling Qingyu lacked. The psychological aspect of coping with ntal stress was essential for soone like Tang Ziyi working in a dangerous job.
But her smile didn't last long as Ling Qingyu rapidly adapted to high-stress situations, never making the sa mistakes.
The only bothering headache was what to do as an instructor when her student was too brilliant. Tang Ziyi cried out her depression.
Soon, Ling Qingyu moved onto the new exercise under Tang Ziyi's wry smile, still involving rapid replacent of magazines.
Ling Qingyu shot the pistols in various poses—standing, crouching, prone position, sitting and kneeling.
Initially, Ling Qingyu got used to the feeling of her firearm's response in different positions and began to shoot while transitioning through many poses.
After shooting all the rounds she and Tang Ziyi could carry, Ling Qingyu brightened her smile and said. "Aim small, miss small."
Her expression clearly telling her scores on the paper target, all shots scattered inside the nine-ring. Not the best results, but not bad.
Tang Ziyi's corner of the mouth twitched. Aim small, my arse. you watched too many movies, Tang Ziyi cursed inwardly. In a real gunfight at close range, nobody would aim carefully and fire. It was all based on instinctive shooting, relying on the muscle mory honed from several hours of training.
Point shooting was the correct thod. Other than the situation watching out for non-combatants, nobody had the ti to aim small. Hostage rescue was a different scenario though.
By the ti after aiming small, the enemy might have landed a few lucky shots on you before you pulled the trigger. But Tang Ziyi didn't want to undermine Ling Qingyu's achievent.
All that mattered was Ling Qingyu enjoying the process without making severe and dangerous faults.
While the two were training, other guards were also observing them from afar. So, mindlessly, wasted the ammos on the paper targets, their attentions on Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi.
Many noted the extrely lightning progress Ling Qingyu improved. A novice shooter who held a firearm for the first ti to a professional shooter, matching the standard required by the elite unit.
Although Ling Qingyu's current abilities were lacking, given enough ti, she would show everyone who was the boss, depending on her sheer learning capacity.
Everyone who took note of her achievent was envious of Ling Qingyu's rare opportunity under Tang Ziyi's detailed personal instruction.
They attributed her success to Tang Ziyi's involvent. They weren't wrong entirely. Tang Ziyi spotted the slightest defects and corrected them. Without her, Ling Qingyu's improvent would be definitely more sluggish.
Her guards wished to replace Ling Qingyu to also enhance at the sa rate. But would Tang Ziyi have the patience and ti to take care of them? The guards shook their heads in regret and unleashed their depression by venting bullets onto the target paper.
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