The security guard came over and gave Li Zheng five bullets. Li Zheng took the bullets and said, "Of course I'm here for target shooting!"
Zhang Jian was confused, looked back, and then asked: "Weren't you eliminated?"
Li Zhengting was annoyed by his repeated questioning, so he simply said: "It was Chief of Staff Zhuang who gave me the opportunity. If you have any opinions, go to him."
When Zhang Jian heard that it was Zhuang Yan who had given him the opportunity, he shut up on the spot.
Regarding Li Zheng's return, the squad leaders and platoon leaders below were all talking about it.
But it was a discussion, and when I heard later that I would not get a ranking, no one said anything.
At least it didn't affect the fairness, not to mention everyone wanted to see how capable this soldier who was specially approved to participate in the final competition was.
Soon, with an order, seven recruits stepped onto the firing line.
Old rules, old rules, still the same distance and the same target.
When the gunfire rang out, everyone discovered that the target reporting rods on the opposite side almost all moved in the same direction - 10 rings.
The first round was quickly completed.
After the target test, the results came out.
Everyone still has 50 rings.
So Deputy Commander Zhang asked seven new recruits to fight again.
Li Zheng is now more and more confident as he fights.
10 rings doesn’t seem that difficult...
After a burst of gunfire, the second round ended.
I checked the target again and found that it was still 50 rings.
Zhang Wenqing was surprised and happy this time.
"It's evil...this year's soldiers are a bit evil."
Shi Song asked: "Both rounds are 50 rings. Deputy division commander, what do you think we should do?"
Zhang Wenqing said: "I'm afraid that if there is another round, it will still be 50 rings. I don't feel bad about the bullet, but if I keep shooting like this, I'm afraid there will be no results by the afternoon."
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Shi Song said: "Then just follow what you just said and increase the distance to 200 meters?"
Zhang Wenqing thought for a while and said: "Okay! I think it's okay, that's it."
The chief nodded, and the security personnel immediately started working.
The target moved back 100 meters.
Many recruits stood up with their empty guns and simulated aiming at a target in the distance.
Then Fatty Wei said: "The bullseye is a bit unclear."
Hou Jun said: "You can see clearly, but it's much smaller. Veterans can hit it, but recruits can't."
Fatty Wei said confidently: "If you let me hit the target, I will definitely hit the target!"
Hou Jun glared at him: "You are so capable, why have you gone so far? Why did you get 48 rings just now?"
Fatty Wei suddenly panicked: "This... I made a mistake... my hand was sweaty and slippery... it slipped when I pulled the trigger, and it was fired early..."
Hou Jun sneered: "Well, why didn't you say that your feet were slippery and you stumbled when you fired?"
Regarding the distance of 200 meters, the veteran squad leaders at the back had different views.
Everyone is guessing how many people will be able to stay on the shooting line after this round to fight the next round.
Someone guessed no more than 2.
Some people say they're afraid there won't be any.
It's no wonder that the veterans dare to judge these new recruits so much.
200 meters is the second practice distance, played by veterans.
Moreover, even the second veteran's training only requires hitting the target. These new recruits may not even be able to hit the target.
100 and 200 meters don't sound like much difference.
In fact, veterans all know that there is a big difference here.
Double the distance, you can hit 10 rings at 100 meters, but you may not be able to hit the target at 200 meters.
There are only five bullets, if they don't hit the target they will be eliminated.
Therefore, the veteran thinks that at least 5 of the 7 people must have their heads shaved.
Standing on the shooting ground, Li Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the target in the distance.
I suddenly screamed in my heart.
This aiming situation is really different from 100 meters.
The target is small, let alone the bullseye.
It was a grain of millet before, but now it is a grain of sand.
"Can't fight?"
Suddenly a solemn voice came from behind.
Zhang Jian and Li Zheng turned around and saw Li Zheng just below the shooting line.
Li Zheng said frankly: "The target is too small, and I'm afraid I can't see the bullseye clearly."
Zhuang Yan said: "I hit the 400 meters that day. Do you think I can really see the bull's eye? I can't either."
He pointed to his chest and then his fingers.
"Remember, I said, the target is in your heart, and the correct aiming situation is in your brain. It doesn't matter the distance. As long as the gun can reach the range, your brain will tell you whether you are aiming or not."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Li Zheng and Zhang Jian looked at each other, carefully studying the meaning of this sentence.
The effective range of the 95-1 automatic rifle is actually 400 meters.
But that's not its maximum range.
Since it is not a sniper rifle, its structure determines that the dispersion of this gun is higher than that of a sniper rifle.
The reason why everyone found it incredible that Zhuang Yan was able to hit small circles on multiple targets at a distance of 400 meters last time was because of this reason.
Because not only do you have to overcome your own visual limitations, but you also have to maximize the performance of the gun.
Even the deflection of the bullet needs to be roughly estimated.
Although dispersion will occur, the consistency of the bullets is still acceptable. After all, the 95-1 is not a bad gun, but an improved model.
Zhuang Yan said that the target is in the heart and the aiming situation is in the mind.
The literal meaning is Li Zhengdong.
But I haven’t practiced it yet.
Of course I feel guilty if I haven’t practiced it.
He couldn't help but secretly glance to the left.
Two target positions away from him was Li Yunpeng, who came from a hunter family in which battalion.
Li Yunpeng stood upright, with his gun shoulder behind him, his face as calm as water, as if he was not weak at all.
have to.
It can be seen that people are not panicking.
What a master!
Look to your right, next to you is Zhuang Haoran, who comes from a shooting family.
Zhuang Haoran saw Li Zheng looking at him, smiled and asked: "Are you sure?"
Li Zheng couldn't help but ask: "What about you?"
Zhuang Haoran said: "I have shot two hundred meters, but it is not this kind of gun. But I think it is about the same, but the accuracy is not as good as the one I played with."
have to.
I became even more desperate after hearing this.
They actually hit more than 200 meters.
Li Zheng asked Zhang Jian: "Have you ever raced 200 meters?"
Zhang Jian thought for a while and said, "I did."
good.
Beat them all.
Although Li Zheng didn't ask a few other people, he now had a feeling that among the seven people standing on the shooting line, he was the least experienced one.
"All right……"
He cheered himself up silently in his heart.
"It doesn't matter if he has fought before or not, I don't want to get a ranking anyway. I just come here to practice. Winning or losing doesn't matter!"
Winning is good; losing is no big deal.
Thinking about it this way, I felt more relaxed.
I just came here to play.
OK!
The target in the distance was quickly set up.
The warning trumpet blew rapidly, echoing over the vast shooting range.
"Load bullets while lying down!"
The command sounded.
Li was lying down, lying down, loaded the magazine with live ammunition, turned on the safety, and loaded the bullet.
Done in one go.
aim……
Align the target hole and the front sight, roughly point it to the target, and then adjust...
The target is very small.
The little bit of white in the middle bullseye is like a flickering flame, sometimes clear and sometimes disappearing...
"The target is in the heart, and the aiming situation is in the mind..."
Li Zheng recited these words silently and took a deep breath.
Suddenly his mind seemed to capture something, as if a voice was telling him - shoot!
He didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't dare to interrupt this fleeting feeling like lightning flashing in the dark. The pre-pressured trigger gently added two points of force.
Bang——
A 5.8MM warhead flew out of the muzzle and headed straight for the target!