Li Zheng did not look up at the target like ordinary people.
He thought this was a stupid thing to do.
Especially at a distance of 200 meters, he decided to calm down and shoot all five bullets without any distractions.
Anyway, for me, it's just a friendly match, others are the competition.
The feeling comes, the feeling of being one with the gun.
He was worried that when he looked up, the feeling would slip away like a naughty child and never come back.
This has happened before and is a lesson learned.
He calmed down, not moving the muzzle of the gun at all, and adjusted his breathing.
Then, start to capture the best and most accurate timing.
When his brain became clear and the feeling of aiming flashed through the air again, he pulled the trigger for the second time.
Bang——
The second shot came out.
The sound of gunshots gradually came to my ears.
Was he actually the first to shoot?
He felt a little happy.
You know, there is actually an advantage to shooting first, that is, the sound of the gun is harsh after all. Although the squad leader will repeatedly tell you to get on the shooting ground when you practice shooting, remember that no matter how the guns around you sound,
Think of yourself as deaf, everything has nothing to do with you and you can't hear.
But we are human after all, and our eardrums will not lie to us.
Many times when you pull the trigger, a shot is fired next to you, and your finger trembles slightly, and the bullet has already deviated from the most accurate trajectory.
Even if you don't hit the target, you won't get to 10 rings.
The difficulty of precision shooting lies in the word "precision". The slightest external influence can turn the situation around.
In one breath, Zhuang Yan fired all 5 bullets, then began to release the trigger of the gun, turn off the safety, and lay on the ground waiting for the command.
"Is he done?"
Zhang Wenqing frowned when he saw Li Zheng put away his gun.
So fast?
Among the seven people, Li Zheng is the fastest?
Not Zhuang Haoran, nor Li Yunpeng.
Is it Zhuang Zheng who has the least shooting experience among the seven?
The third battalion commander couldn't help but said: "I don't think he has the pressure to compete for ranking, so he just perfunctory and get it over with."
The commander of the first battalion had the most confidence in his soldier Li Yunpeng: "I think Li Yunpeng of our first company fought the most steadily, and the gunshots were very rhythmic."
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He was solemn and calm, with no expression on his face, and his eyes were as calm as water.
The first battalion commander asked Zhuang Yan: "Chief of Staff Zhuang, have you ever taught him to use a machine sight to hit targets above 200 meters?"
solemnly shook his head: "Indeed not, I only taught them how to aim."
"How to aim?"
The first battalion commander almost didn't say the second half of the sentence - "You want your dignified chief of staff who is from the special forces to teach you how to aim?"
Indeed, the monitor can teach.
The solemn words made the battalion commander feel completely relieved.
He originally thought that Li Zheng would become famous under Zhuang Yan's training, but now he felt relieved after hearing what Zhuang Yan said.
Yes, I heard that I went there for a week, just two hours at noon every day.
I practiced for a total of 14 hours.
Can you go to heaven?!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile and said to the commander of the third battalion next to him: "It seems that your third battalion has a good chance."
Of course, the third battalion commander knew how powerful Li Yunpeng was. In fact, he didn't have enough confidence in whether his soldiers could win the championship. Now he looked at the first battalion commander's humble tone, but his face was full of dismay, and he felt in his heart.
He was very annoyed, so he said: "Okay, the results haven't come out yet. Do you think Li Yunpeng from your camp will definitely win the first place?"
The first battalion commander chuckled and did not refute at all. He turned his head and concentrated on watching the shooting.
When the gunfire stopped, the commander ordered everyone to stand up and check their guns.
The scorer began to use the intercom to ask the scores reported by the other party one by one.
"Target No. 1...Ring 35..."
The monitors nearby started whispering when they heard the results.
"I think a bullet missed the target..."
"This is not normal! It's still an accurate shot at 200 meters, and it's almost the same for you.
"Target No. 2..."
This target belongs to Li Yunpeng.
When the squad leaders and recruits heard this number, they immediately stopped talking and stared at the recorder who was sitting on the bench with his head down.
This is a great guy, everyone knows it.
He is the favorite to win the championship.
The recorder's pen was hanging on the paper, but no result came from the intercom.
"Why haven't the results come out yet?"
Someone started to ask.
So someone looked towards the position of target No. 2.
I saw the target reporter standing in front of the target paper, as if checking the target.
"How long does it take to test the target?"
The most anxious ones were the squad leaders of the first battalion, especially Li Yunpeng's squad leader, who probably wanted to go over and test the targets themselves.
"Okay, just hit the point and press the line. I'm checking it carefully!"
The rings on the target are actually circles, and the thin target lines are used to identify the number of targets.
It is said that where the bullet penetrates, the number of rings will be counted within a certain number of rings. However, some bullet holes are directly punched on the ring line, and some even just touch the edge and press a little bit of the line, so you need to look carefully.
The pressure line is also counted as the number of rings on the highest side.
Finally, the target announcer's voice came over the intercom.
"Target No. 2, ring 44!"
Upon hearing these two results, the team behind burst into a commotion.
Many monitors were undecided.
"Oh, I'll go! This is a good result!"
"It's incredible that a veteran can achieve this result."
"Don't brag, you can't hit 44 even if you go up there, this is a machine sight!"
Zhang Jian's expression changed, and at this time, he felt weak again.
Li Zheng is different from him. Li Zheng is here to compete for first place in a friendly match.
Now his opponent Li Yunpeng has shot 44 rings, which is one ring shy of 45. 45 rings is already an excellent result in a practice shooting at 100 meters, let alone a distance of 200 meters, which is the accuracy of a machine sight.
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It seems that this man's marksmanship is really good!
"Li Zheng, how many rings do you think you have achieved?"
He heard that target No. 1 had only hit 35 rings, and thought that almost everyone was like this.
As a result, Li Yunpeng suddenly raised the entire level.
Asking Li Zheng about his results was just to confirm his own results.
Both Li Zheng and himself were taught by Zhuang Yan, so no matter how many rings Li Zheng played, he should be indistinguishable.
Unexpectedly, Li Zheng looked confused, shook his head and said, "I really don't know, I can't even see the target very clearly."
Zhang Jian was anxious: "Who can see the bull's-eye clearly? I ask you roughly, roughly, do you understand?"
Li Zheng thought for a while, but still shook his head: "I really don't know, it seems that I have been hit, it seems that I have been hit every time..."
In fact, Li Zheng was telling the truth. He had never shot at such a long distance and had no idea whether he would hit the target or not.
Zhang Jian was completely speechless.
It was in vain to ask. He felt that Li Zheng was deliberately not telling him, so he snorted and stopped talking.
"Target No. 3......"
This is Zhang Jian's target position.
He suddenly shrank into a ball with fear, as if being grabbed by someone, and blood suddenly hit his head.
At this time, the registrar's lips moved, and Zhang Jiandu felt his heart beat suddenly.
The numbers he reads out will be the final word on his performance.