Naming Technique of the Night

Which novice is familiar enough with firearms to instantly recognize the sound of a gunshot and even identify the model with their eyes closed?

In everyone's usual definition of being familiar with firearms, isn't it enough just to know how to use them?

Lao Liu felt a big blockage in his chest, but he couldn't express it.

At this moment, Qing Chen humbly turned to Lao Liu for guidance, "Liu Ge, isn't this how you familiarize yourselves with firearms? Did I miss anything?"

"Cough cough," Lao Liu forced himself to say, "Being able to instantly identify the model by sound is certainly important, but during combat, professional experts will not always give you a chance to find a fire vacuum period; they will coordinate crossfire and cover their teammates while reloading. Some even use their own modified firearms, such as extended magazines. If you still rely on experience to judge the fire vacuum period, you will die very quickly."

Qing Chen listened and nodded earnestly, "Liu Ge is right."

The staff nearby could hardly bear to listen, as Lao Liu was purely using a very rare scenario to fool the newcomer. The first part was indeed true, but the latter was nonsense: artistic works like to elevate the status of modified firearms, but in reality, modifying firearms could affect their stability. Thus, real professionals usually do not choose special firearms, but rather those that have been repeatedly tested by history to avoid 'accidents.' They might tweak the bullets but would not alter the firearms themselves.

However, the staff also hoped that Lao Liu would keep the newcomer's pride in check, so they didn't expose him.

At this time, Lao Liu continued to speak, "What I just said is very important, but it is still not the most important. Do you know what is most crucial in familiarizing yourself with firearms? Gun feel. When you hold a gun, you should know its weight, so that you can mobilize your arm muscles to aim as quickly as possible. For instance, if you want to lift a bag of rice thinking it's 33 pounds but it is actually 44 pounds, wouldn't your applied force be misplaced?"

"Hmm," Qing Chen thought for a moment, suddenly took out a pistol, and without hesitation pulled the trigger within a second, hitting the bullseye, "Liu Ge, I am also familiarizing myself with this."

Lao Liu was taken aback for a moment, "There is something even more important, and that is familiarizing yourself with the recoil. When you are firing repeatedly, each recoil will cause your muzzle to shift; you have to be familiar with the recoil of the firearm in your hand to know how to adjust the muzzle after each shot to continue hitting the target..."
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Qing Chen thought for a while, and then suddenly reached for another completely different firearm to prepare to shoot.

However, this time Lao Liu immediately stopped him and calmly said, "Alright, I know you are familiar with this as well, put away the 'Divine Skills'."

"Hmm," Qing Chen nodded, "I will continue to familiarize myself with the remaining firearms."

Lao Liu waved his hand grandly, "Familiarize yourself, go ahead and shoot."

A staff member nearby whispered, "Liu Ge, you've already used up your quota, if he continues to shoot, it will be deducted from your annual salary."

Lao Liu was startled, he quickly stopped Qing Chen, "Cough cough, Qing Chen, weren't you interested in playing with sniper rifles? I'll take you to the sniper range behind Beishan now, I have a quota for sniper bullets there too."

However, Qing Chen shook his head at this moment, "Liu Ge, I suddenly feel that familiarizing myself with regular firearms is also very important, just wait for me, I'll get acquainted with the remaining guns."

It must be said that Qing Chen has made every step along the way, trying to make it solid.

Even after becoming a Knight, he still insisted on training every day.

Even after becoming a Transcendent, he still honed his basic combat skills.

He was like a bamboo, thirstily absorbing all the useful moisture and nutrients from the soil.

Now in firearm training, initially, Qing Chen especially wanted to have a sniper rifle and use it, so that he could have the ability to snipe others across levels.

But at this moment, after using more than a dozen firearms, he finally calmed down. Life needs patience, growth also needs patience, and he must take this opportunity to solidify his foundation here.

When he leaves the Li Family, where else would he find such a comprehensive arsenal? Where else would he find this free ammunition?

But Lao Liu was in agony internally; he hadn't counted how many bullets Qing Chen had just fired, and he had no idea that his ammunition consumption rate was so fast.

Lao Liu whispered to Qing Chen, "Don't familiarize yourself with regular firearms anymore, brother, you are already very good at it."

"Liu Ge, I haven't even touched the automatic rifles yet," Qing Chen really didn't want to leave now, worried that missing this chance would mean no more such lavish opportunities.

Qing Chen had been poor for many years, so when it came to opportunities for a windfall, he would never let go.

What if Lao Liu wasn't so generous later on? He said, just in case.

Seeing that Qing Chen didn't want to leave, Lao Liu immediately felt uncomfortable.

However, when he saw Qing Chen's determined eyes, he suddenly felt a desire to nurture talent, and Lao Liu called out to the staff, "Continue to load magazines for this young man; let him have a good time shooting."

This shooting practice lasted from morning until afternoon, with even the staff at the venue changing shifts, while Qing Chen tirelessly familiarized himself with all the firearms in order.

All of them.

Initially, he felt fine, but gradually his palms began to ache.

If it weren't for his Transcendent physique, the recoil alone might have been enough to injure him.

By the time Qing Chen started familiarizing himself with automatic rifles, this overburdening training method became even more damaging to his body, especially when the rifle stock transferred the recoil to his shoulder, even pulling at the pain where two ribs were broken.

It was only then that Lao Liu, looking puzzled at Qing Chen, said, "I know you suffered multiple injuries yesterday, so I'm even more puzzled. Doesn't it hurt? If it hurts, why would you want to train in a way that tortures yourself?"

Qing Chen, while pulling the trigger, asked, "Liu Ge, is there training that isn't painful?"

Lao Liu thought about it, and realized that was indeed the case... There is no training that isn't painful.

Qing Chen continued, "Training is always painful, but if it's free, it relieves some of that pain in my heart."

Old Six was rendered speechless, realizing the pain was being transferred onto him. No wonder his chest hurt so much.

A staff member, observing the mountainous pile of golden shells beside Qing Chen, muttered softly, "Brother Six, given his shooting efficiency, this is going to cost you a fortune."

Old Six's eyes darted around before he cunningly said, "You know nothing. Just let him shoot; I'll handle the expenses."

At that moment, he suddenly realized something, Qing Chen wasn't actually just a bodyguard. He was being taken care of by Chang Qing himself…

So, all of today's expenses for Qing Chen, as long as Old Six went back and explained the situation to Chang Qing, he wouldn't have to pay a dime!

With the boss around, why should he show off?

Given Chang Qing's generosity, he'd given a set of Genetic Potion just like that. Even if the youth tore down the venue today, how big a deal would that be?!

The next moment, the gunfire gradually ceased.

As the range quieted, Old Six and the staff felt almost uncomfortable. After hearing gunshots all day, their ears were nearly deaf.

After the gunfire stopped, everyone even felt a buzzing in their ears.

Qing Chen turned to Old Six, "Brother Six, I've gotten familiar with everything now."

Old Six hesitated, "You remembered the sound of all the firearms?"

"Pretty much," Qing Chen replied.

"Did you memorize the recoil of all the firearms?"

"Pretty much."

Old Six thought to himself, this kid knows how to be modest now.

Excited, Qing Chen then said, "Let's try the sniper rifles now."

Old Six was torn between laughter and tears, "Don't you need a break?"

Watching Qing Chen's expression, he wondered if the kid was rushing to finish in one day because he was worried about not having free ammunition in the future.

Thinking it over, Old Six tentatively said, "Brother, here's the deal. I, Old Six, personally guarantee that whenever you come to the range to practice, the bill can go on me."

"Really?" Qing Chen's eyes lit up, then he rubbed his sore shoulder, bruised from the rifle's recoil, "Then there's no need to rush."

Old Six widened his eyes; you really were pushing yourself so hard just to save money?

Honestly, at that moment he was thinking about something—the records showed that Qing Chen's family had fallen on hard times and had suffered for over three years before being forced to sell their property.

And today's performance by Qing Chen could indeed only come from someone who had experienced hardship.

It had to be someone terrified of poverty, to cherish the opportunity like this.

Limping, Old Six started walking towards the exit of the range, "Let's go. Tomorrow I'll take you to the shooting range in the back mountains, let you have some real fun. Honestly, I want to see just how accurate you'll be with a sniper rifle."

Qing Chen followed with a smile, "Thanks, Brother Six."

"But you should be prepared," Old Six said, "Using a sniper rifle isn't just about longer range. It's not that simple. The most crucial point is, when the range increases, factors like wind on the ground, moisture in the air, Earth's rotational force, and gravity, all these elements will oppose you."

Old Six continued, "Your current ability means that as long as the trajectory is straight, you can hit the target. But when a sniper bullet travels over 400 meters, it's no longer a conventional straight line trajectory."

Using a sniper rifle, 100-300 meters is the minimum deviation range, meaning you can just aim directly at the enemy with your sights and pull the trigger.

Beyond 400 meters, you enter the professional domain. After 600 meters, as the bullet's kinetic energy reduces and becomes more affected by external factors, hitting the target at 800 meters qualifies one as a real sharpshooter.

At 1600 meters, the target is nearly invisible to a sharpshooter; they need something more than eyesight, a kind of mysterious absolute gun sense.

Therefore, those who can still hit targets beyond 1600 meters are the gods among sharpshooters.

This is also why sharpshooters are treated on par with B-Class Experts in corporations.

Old Six added, "In the Federation Army, there are innumerable sharpshooters in the pistol and automatic rifle categories. You are now one of them, but many have fallen at the 600-meter mark."

Qing Chen nodded earnestly, "Thanks for the heads-up, Brother Six. We'll see how it goes tomorrow."

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