He solemnly held the 95-1 automatic rifle and lay in the shooting position.
got windy.
This is bad news for long-range shooting.
He raised his head slightly and glanced ahead.
The grass is moving.
According to the amplitude of the swing of the grass tip, it can be judged that it is a horizontal wind.
At a distance of 400 meters, Henghefeng needs to make direction corrections. According to the factory parameters of the 95-1 automatic rifle, the correction amount at this distance is 1.7 mils, which is intuitively 0.68 meters.
Roughly corrects the width of a humanoid target.
Because it is a machine sight, the fastest and most direct correction cannot be made through the reticle in the scope. It sounds like a joke to have to make left and right corrections when the target is almost smaller than a grain of rice.
If you can hit the target at this time, you are already a master, a master, a master, a master, let alone hit the small circle on the target paper.
At least the E Division cadres and soldiers standing behind Zhuang Yan thought so.
Hou Jun sighed slightly and shook his head: "It seems that God is helping our regiment leader."
Emotionally, Hou Jun sides with Li Haiou.
But intellectually, he felt sorry for Zhuang Yan.
The group leader is right. It seems that this shooting was just a matter of luck and did not reflect any level, because there was no way to cash out the level.
He felt that no matter how powerful Zhuang Yan was, he could still defeat Li Haiou in this situation.
Through the shooting baseline, Zhuang Yan saw the "millet grain" 400 meters away.
Very small and blurry.
He slowly controlled his breathing, letting his body enter a hibernation-like state like a snake, with blood hitting his brain, eyes and hands.
Years of training have made his hands stable enough to accurately point the sight where he wants to aim when making corrections.
"I can……"
He murmured to himself, a smile spreading across his lips.
For Zhuang Yan, higher difficulty means higher challenge, and higher challenge can force him to reach greater potential.
Isn’t this how I have been here for so many years?
The scene when he and Lao Baimao were performing secret sniper missions at the border flashed through his mind.
Old white hair.
Head of the headquarters' covert operations force.
That guy is a really good teacher.
"...Remember, snipers are also humans, not gods. The reason why shooting beyond human limits requires talent is because you may not be able to clearly aim at the target when shooting. You can only rely on your feeling. Do you know what feeling is?
It’s your gun sense!”
Those words rang in my ears again.
Gun feeling.
When he heard this word back then, Zhuang Yan felt that Lao Baimao was trying to make things up, saying some illusory things to fool himself.
During the days when he was disguised and lurking in the border pits, Zhuang Yan pondered over this sentence whenever he had free time, but never got the point.
But later, when the two of them were forced to face more than a hundred people and were ordered to intercept them all, Zhuang Yan fully realized what "gun feeling" is.
There are too many enemies. The two of them only have two sniper rifles and two automatic rifles. Actual combat tells Zhuang Yan that on the training ground, you can slowly aim, you can slowly check whether the shooting direction is correct, and you can check the environment, wind speed, and humidity variables.
Wait, calculate the results and finally make sure everything is safe before pulling the trigger.
But in actual combat, except for the first shot, all other shots must follow one word-quick!
If you don’t do it quickly, you will die!
That feeling, that thing called "gun feeling", appeared again.
The "broken rice grains" suddenly became blurry.
The front sight and target aperture become clearer.
The feeling is coming!
Solemnly pulls the trigger evenly.
Bah——
First shot.
Bah——
Second shot.
Bah——
Then came the third shot.
Then one shot followed another, with very short intervals.
"It seems that our Chief of Staff Zhuang is also relying on Meng."
Li Haiou, who was standing behind the firing line, breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help smiling with joy.
Wang Xinjun suddenly said: "Li Haiou, you can't win without force! God is doing your business. But speaking of which, you haven't won yet, right?"
Shi Song said: "I think I'm 80% sure of winning. It's windy, and it's not a special sniper rifle or ammunition, so it's too difficult. Look at how quickly Chief Zhuang fired... I'm afraid he himself gave up on precise aim.
It's just a matter of luck."
10 rounds of ammunition, quickly used up.
Zhuang Yan jumped up from the ground, checked the gun, placed it, stared in the direction of the target for a moment, turned around and walked calmly down the shooting line.
"This is unfair to you, how about we give it a heavy blow?"
Maybe he felt that the victory was too weak, or maybe he really felt that he had a chance to win, so Li Haiou took the initiative to propose a rematch.
"The weather is changing so fast, but this is a valley area and it's true that it's easy to get windy."
He had already made up his mind that he could not give others instructions. No one could predict the wind anyway, so it would be fine if they all failed to predict it. Wasn't it his original intention to drag Zhuang Zheng into trouble if it didn't work?
I'm afraid it won't be a problem if I try it again.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yan shook his head and said: "It's not necessary. If I fight again, it will be like this. I have fired 10 rounds. If I fight again, it will be like this."
As soon as this statement came out, not only several division-level cadres of Wang Xinjun exploded, but other officers and soldiers who heard this also exploded.
10 out of 10?
is it possible?!
Everyone suddenly felt like cows were flying in the sky.
Even Hou Jun was dumbfounded.
is it possible?
He asked himself and simulated it in his mind.
Even if he showed his best skill and got the best luck, under the conditions like when Li Haiou was shooting, he felt that he still had a chance to hit 10 out of 10 shots.
But if he were to fire under windy conditions like the solemn shooting, Hou Jun felt that he could only fire 5 rounds at most.
And let’s not talk about playing in small and medium circles.
Zhuang Yan said that he hit 10 out of 10 shots?
Why should he?
At such a long distance, he had no sight glass, no telescope, not even a white light sight. How did he judge whether he had hit 10 out of 10 shots?
Hou Jun couldn't help it, and regardless of discipline, he trotted over and stood not far from the division commander and Zhuang Yan. He pricked his ears to hear what else they said.
Amidst the murmurs of suspicion, the security personnel directly delivered the target paper for solemn shooting instead of informing them through the intercom.
Maybe the people responsible for security can't believe their own eyes. It's like if you tell people you saw aliens, no one will believe you. Unless you really kidnap an alien and send it to others, no one will believe it.
"Xiao Wang, what's wrong? How many rounds were fired?"
The security officer who delivered the target papers was a corporal named Wang. Li Haiou asked eagerly when he saw him.
Xiao Wang held the target in his hand, with an indescribable expression on his face, and finally handed over the target paper.
"Commander, commander, see for yourselves..."
Li Haiou took the target paper full of questions and unfolded it.