From Scrap Mecha to Sci-Fi Heaven

In the Wasteland, where order is chaotic, the pursuit of personal combat prowess is extremely prevalent.

Firearms and prosthetic modifications are highly popular methods of enhancement, especially firearms, which are cheap and deadly.

Therefore, many people will practice their gun skills, and gun shops and shooting ranges have become ubiquitous.

After greeting Qiao Wa (Jova) and Zhao Xing, Lin Yu and Old Zhang went to a shooting range not far from the hotel.

"Have you ever fired a gun before?"

Rejecting the shooting range instructor's sales pitch, Old Zhang went straight into teaching mode.

"No."

Lin Yu shook his head.

Born in a country where firearms were virtually nonexistent in his previous life, he didn't even get to fire a gun during military training.

Although he had made one himself after arriving here, he only used it to scare Rupert, and he never had the chance to actually fire it.

"Then you try it yourself first, get a feel for shooting."

Old Zhang selected from the firearms provided by the shooting range, finally picking a less powerful handgun and handing it to Lin Yu.

Although electromagnetic and energy firearms technology had already been developed, real firearms still had a considerable market on Blue Star.

It's the same as vehicles; the production and use costs of real firearms are much cheaper.

And as the first thermal weapon technology tree to be developed, from small pistols to missiles and nuclear bombs, this mature technology tree is not inferior to any energy weapon.

"Okay."

Lin Yu didn't waste any words and directly took the handgun.

He needed to unlock the acquisition clues for the shooting skill, and this was part of the process.

Having personally made one before, he was already familiar with the structure of this simple firearm. He skillfully engaged the safety, loaded the chamber, and fired a shot at the target in front of him.

Bang!

Unsurprisingly, the bullet landed in an empty space.

But this also relieved Old Zhang.

The moment Lin Yu fired the gun, he was genuinely afraid.

Afraid that Lin Yu would be as monstrously talented in shooting as he was in fighting and mech engineering.

If that were the case, he would be quite embarrassed.

Seeing Lin Yu pause after firing one shot, Old Zhang immediately said, "Don't be stingy with bullets. First, get used to the feeling of shooting. Also, don't obsess over the often-mentioned three-point alignment. What you need to find is the feeling of hitting the target.

An unmodified human body cannot measure and calculate as precisely as a machine. In real combat, you won't have time to think and aim, and you may not even be able to see the target clearly.

Whether it's firearms, crossbows, or manually launched weapons, truly accurate marksmen achieve their skill through extensive training, turning aiming and hitting into instinct, shooting by feel.

"Okay."

Lin Yu listened attentively to Old Zhang's experience, then raised his hand again and fired another shot.

Bang!

A bullet shot out of the barrel; before the gunshot even faded, the bullet had already pierced the void, accurately piercing the bullseye of a target a hundred meters away.

"Ten points! Bullseye!"

The intelligent voice broadcast came clearly from the loudspeaker in the corner.

Old Zhang's expression froze.

Coincidence, it must be a coincidence.

Bang bang bang!

"Seven points!"

"Eight points!"

"Eight points!"

Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he wasn't exceptionally monstrous.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

"Ten points! Bullseye!"

"Ten points! Bullseye!"

"Ten points! Bullseye!"

"Ten points! Bullseye!"

"Ten points! Bullseye!"

Old Zhang was dumbfounded, the nascent smile on his face completely solidifying.

"I now strongly suspect you're playing a prank on this old geezer~"

After Lin Yu emptied the magazine amidst a series of "bullseye" announcements, Old Zhang said gloomily, "You call that never having fired a gun before? Even the streetwalkers would be considered paragons of chastity compared to you."

Never fired a gun?

You hit a bullseye on your second shot, missed a couple of times to get a feel for the weapon, and then hit bullseyes every time after that?

It's said to be about finding the feeling of hitting the target, but that's a rather vague explanation.

Essentially, it relies on a lot of training, constantly trying and failing, relying on instinct and subconsciousness to predict the trajectory, finding and remembering the way to aim and hit through repeated practice, turning it into instinct through countless repetitions.

Aiming by feel doesn't mean not aiming, but relying on subconsciousness and instinct to aim.

There may be a talent factor involved, but it mostly relies on thousands of practice sessions, it's not something that can be achieved solely through talent.

"Uh, I really haven't fired a gun before, I just practiced archery a little."

Seeing Old Zhang's dumbfounded and slightly resentful expression, Lin Yu felt a little embarrassed.

"A little how much?"

Old Zhang said with a dark face.

"…Not bad?"

Lin Yu hesitated.

"…"

Old Zhang's face twitched slightly.

Not bad.

What a great "not bad."

He remembered that a few days ago, this kid also said that his martial arts were "not bad."

It turned out that "not bad" meant that almost no one in the Jova Squad could last three or two moves against him.

This time, "not bad" meant hitting bullseyes every time?

"I didn't expect that. I thought archery and firearms wouldn't be completely interchangeable."

Lin Yu coughed dryly, unsure how to explain.

He triggered the acquisition clue for the fighting skill through his primal consciousness.

Naturally, he followed the same method for the shooting skill.

And compared to mindless hard training, switching to the Lu Bu personality was much faster.

After all, what truly made Lu Bu famous and legendary wasn't just his personal martial prowess, but also his archery skills demonstrated in the Yuanmen Shooting Incident. His archery skills were naturally excellent.

He had initially thought that the initial velocity and trajectory of archery and firearms were different, and the shooting experience wouldn't be completely interchangeable. But once he started, he realized he had underestimated Lu Bu's archery skills.

It was just as Old Zhang said, as if it had been honed through countless repetitions, he didn't even need to aim with his eyes, he could hit the target just by feeling.

The first bullseye was a bit lucky, but after a few tries, after adapting to the differences in weapons, targets within a hundred meters were simply not challenging.

In fact, he now felt that firearms were far more convenient than bows and arrows.

The supersonic initial velocity, the stability provided by the rifling and ammunition structure, was simply far superior to primitive bows and arrows.

"I finally understand why you don't want to learn from me…"

Old Zhang sighed and chuckled wryly.

Fighting "not bad."

Archery "not bad."

Mech engineering skills were enough to build a mech independently.

This was already enough to surpass most low-level mech pilots.

The next step would be to adapt his combat skills to the mech, refine them to be truly suitable for mech combat, maximize the mech's power, and develop his own combat style.

But that requires adjusting according to the mech's configuration, exploring the most suitable mech and combat methods in actual combat, and then optimizing and adjusting it bit by bit, which is not something that can be done overnight, especially for a first-generation bare-bones mech without any equipment.

And don't forget that this kid is also a mech engineer, he designs his own mechs, he doesn't even need to adapt to the mech, he can make the mech adapt to him.

As for more advanced firepower control, air-to-air combat, space combat, etc., these are not things that low-level mecha pilots need to learn, and there is simply no such teaching environment at present. 

After reviewing everything, Old Zhang suddenly realized that he really had nothing to teach Lin Yu.

So…was the useless one actually himself?

Thinking back to his desperate attempts to teach the kid, he felt his face burning with shame.

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