Wolf Barrel 5.56

3-09 Street Teaching

The next morning.

4 a.m. when the town is still asleep.

I was walking wet cobblestones in the morning dew, stroking my cheeks in the cold outside air.

Most of the windows in the building had closed the curtains, and he was going to hear his sleep from behind.

"Culululu!"

"Hey, no, Bonanza, no."

"Kul?"

"It's a neighborhood nuisance, so let's be quiet, shall we?

After stroking Kokoku-san's head, we crossed the idle street, crossed the arch bridge across the moat, and went out onto the street.

I'm going to train Bonanza to travel today.

Because there was something really distracting about it.

That was yesterday.

I decided to take Bonanza out for a walk to the neighborhood meadow. Bonanza at that time continued to sneeze all the time as a puppy unleashed by a doggie for the first time in his life. That was a very smiling sight, but at the same time, it was something to remember a little anxiety.

If it was at this rate in real life, wouldn't it interfere with your work?

Worried I chose a time of morning without people and decided to start training Bonanza in the streets...... should have been......

I ended up worried about something.

Apparently, I was underestimating Bonanza's wit.

What a surprise, he understood just by explaining it with his mouth.

After just a few minutes of explanation.

Bonanza walking down the street without some gaps, the footsteps of which were still as crisp as trained hounds. In addition, he distances himself not to irritate the horse when it is not the same as the carriage, and if there are any abnormalities on the path, he notices them before me and rewards them. For organisms that are even more dangerous, they say, "Grrrrrr!!" He even barks furiously and drives me away.

That honorable student was enough to turn me into just a hook to hook the reins!

Er...

Could it be...

Don't you want me tomorrow?

We cut the training early, we didn't go straight back to town, we came to a hunting ground nearby.

Spacious meadows with sparse trees.

The shadow of a slow flowing cloud crosses the grassy seafield like a ship.

It's a very nice spot.

"Well, and"

In front of Bonanza sitting on the lawn, I cough up one.

And forcefully proclaimed this.

"Bye! I'd like to start the first exciting gun workshop!

"Gu gu! Gu gu!

Bonanza applauds me with her forelegs so that I can cheer up.

Haha, thanks.

... Yeah, I'm glad to hear that, but every time my nails and nails bump, there's a ton of sparks scattered around, is that okay? If it stays like this, it's gonna be like a wild roast, so it's time to stop it, right?

"Lulu!"

So I decided to actually show Bonanza what the gun looked like and make him understand its nature.

Actually, this is important too.

Because if you don't know about guns beforehand, such as if they are dangerous when standing on a ray or if they make loud noises when firing, you risk leading to a major accident. I can't believe I misfire Bonanza. I just put it into words and my liver is cold.

Luckily this is an unpopular hunting ground and I don't see any figures around.

It's also off the street, so you don't have to worry about stray bullets.

Great place to study guns.

"Look, this is M4A1."

"Guru?"

Listening to the gun, which was in safe condition, Bonanza snorted with interest.

"Oh, you're getting bullets coming out of the tip, so you can never put your face close even if you don't have a magazine in there, can you?

"Lulu."

Bonanza, who tried to stick a flashhider (gun tip anti-inflammatory) through her nose, could pull in as soon as she understood. Vagina, vagina.

This way, little by little, I will explain it carefully.

The explanation was so easy because I just talked to him once and he would understand.

Every time I talk about something, Bonanza snorts with a serious look.

When you do this, you're kind of like a senior coaching rookie part-time. While smiling, I had Beretta M92F, and a large rotary pistol S&WM500 subpoenaed.

Finish the whole explanation, line up three firearms to try, and say, "Which one's Beretta, then?" When he quizzed, Bonanza immediately chose Beretta and gave me a 9mm magazine and a special suppressor for Beretta.

"... ugh, yeah, right. Well done."

"Curlulululu"

Bonanza, who received praise, twisted herself twisted and pretended her tail like a fresh fish.

……

I don't know.

I felt like a senior who was crossed over by a rookie part-time job in a month.

Now I've decided to show you the actual shooting.

"Whoa, there he is."

Ahead of my gaze.

In the shade about 100 m away, there were two rabbits.

Small body. It's a rabbit with a normal design like you can see in the real world.

It is a species of herbivore that lives widely around the area. Unlike Rabbit Claw, the value is low because there are no parts that you can buy away and the meat is not tasty. It's because of the lack of people here.

A small body less than 15 cm is moving a little in search of fresh grass sprouts.

- I'll kill you now.

The moment I laid it down, from the bottom of my belly, a hallucination sounded like a shooting iron had been caused.

Your brain moves into battle mode in an instant.

A fierce self opens its mouth.

I somehow figured out that the tension was also passed on to Bonanza.

"Stand by backwards"

"Lulu."

Ordered to do so, Bonanza lowered herself and turned to my back, putting her triangular ears to sleep with Petan. The ears are for soundproofing. I wish I had a dedicated ear guard, but without it, I'll have patience with this.

When I took the kneeling position, I set up the M4A1.

Secure the gun bed firmly to the right shoulder indentation and adjust the arm so that the barrel is in a straight line.

And I tried to target the moving rabbit with an iron sight (aimer) at all costs... but I still couldn't. The iron sights on the carrying handles (handles at the top of the gun called) have a narrow field of view and are not very suitable for aiming far away.

If your goal is about the size of a rock boar, you can still aim 100 meters away, but if it's as small as this one, it's very hard to see the site overlapping with your goal. Besides, it moves quickly, making it difficult to modify the aiming, which requires considerable skill to target the head accurately.

Honestly, I can't do this right now.

So what do we do?

I have good hands.

Once I solved the setup, I opened the spellbook in my brain.

Connect your consciousness to that page and start summoning while draining your magic.

A green line radiates from your left hand, and gradually, like a 3D printer, a cylindrical object is shaped.

ACOG (Advanced Combat Optical Aim).

Simply put, it's like a telescope to target more distant enemies accurately.

After the battle against the buzz, the spellbook had sometime been updated and this aimer had been added to the M4A1 page.

The magnification can be changed from twice to a maximum of eight times.... but in the real world, the ACOG multiplier should have been fixed, but somehow what I produce can be changed. Well, it's made of magic. I don't know. It's a substitute, and I can't help thinking deeply about it.

Install it quickly.

Bringing the ACOG closer to the gun body, the carrying handle, like a rotten branch, fell off one by one.

……

It was a sight that made me feel complicated.

Fantasy is really innocent in places like this.

At least let me turn the screw.

Refresh your mind and attach an ACOG scope to your free space. I don't have a problem with it because it pulls like a magnet without a stopper.

Put up the gun again and peek into the eyepiece.

The multiplier is fourfold.

Seize the rabbit firmly in the center of the lens.

Even if the goal moves into small pieces, there is no problem because the reticle (cross line) in the center is thin, so the movement can be followed and the aiming can be finely adjusted.

Gradually force your fingers on the trigger and keep them where the shooting iron falls.

If you squeeze the trigger to a certain extent and pull the rest when the aiming overlaps at the best possible time, the aiming won't brace. Hitting the trigger all at once, as it has been, really rocks the entire gun, causing a slight but 'pull brace'.

I didn't even care when there was only an iron sight, but once I experienced these precision projectiles at high magnification, I can understand that those few centimeters of braces have a significant effect on the accuracy of the hit.

Eventually the rabbit bites the bud, the best timing came.

I hit the trigger before I thought.

A hammer was lowered like guillotine, magic erupted inside the gun, and a warhead with its energy on its back ran through a 36 cm spiral tunnel, while continuing to accelerate when thermal expansion occurred, jumping out of the gunpoint with flame gas. The warhead enters the rabbit's head in a straight line. He tore the skin, pierced the flesh, pierced the skull, pierced the brain and nerves, slapped the opposite skull and fell out, making it jump through the ground.

At the same time, a vicious shockwave strikes the rabbit's collapsed head.

The skin and muscles that rolled from the inside out and became intolerable were quickly dispersed.

From the side of the spectrum, the phenomenon would only look like the cracker had his head kicked off.

That's how the fierce firing noise finally hits the perimeter.

There are two goals.

Surprised by the gunfire, one of the others tries to escape.

Slow.

Kill the first bullet recoil with upper body muscle strength and instantly set your aim to the next rabbit. A rabbit's claw kicks the ground in an attempt to escape - long before that, he released a second shot.

Hit the abdomen.

A bullet of todome strikes a rolling rabbit spilling his organs.

The bullet aimed at his neck had too much energy in its possession, so he just scraped his neck and ripped his head off. A rabbit's body dances through the universe like a stuffed animal.

Empty drugpods were ejected from the gun and a chirping, cool sound was played.

Confirm goal silence.

On the blue grass, two bloody build-ups.

I pulled the bullet out of the gun body, put it on safety, and then I quietly closed my eyes and clapped my hands together.

- I'll eat your meat properly.

- I won't waste that life.

- Buddha.

"Phew."

Erased M4A1 and I exhaled briefly.

The fatigue of magic consumption has been lost, and the fullness has been added instead.

Earlier shooting was excellent.

In the space of just about two applauses, the results of the training that had been piled up so far were clear. The ACOG sitting is also a good finish. This will be okay tomorrow in action.

"You attack like this. Okay?"

I look back as I say.

Then.

"Kew!"

Bonanza, who had put up with his voice so far, has shrugged his face as he rang high as he admired it.

Haha, did this show you a little bit of a good place?

I thought of that while my face was licked bellowing.

"Wow, yabba!

I checked my pocket watch and I changed my blood phase.

I completely forgot that I had promised to meet Stella since noon.

It's 11: 00.

Very bad.