A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
The recruits looked blankly at Li Yunpeng firing his gun, and then looked at the target in the distance with blank expressions on their faces.
Whether it was a good fight or not, no one knows.
The squad leaders are all veterans, and they know the value of this shot like a mirror.
The distance between each moving target is three meters.
When the second target appeared, the gun in Li Yunpeng's hand went off.
This shows that it took only one second from aiming to firing.
Even Hou Jun was surprised.
so fast?!
Wu Yina had a look of astonishment on his face and couldn't help but look back at his old squad leader. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of questions.
Hou Jun said: "This guy is a genius!"
Wu Yi fell silent.
This means that Zhang Jian's chances of winning the championship are much smaller.
Zhang Jian's shooting time was much slower than that of Li Yunpeng.
When the target was nearly halfway to the target, he pulled the trigger.
This shot was a good one, but after finishing it, Zhang Jian felt empty in his heart.
Because of the shot just now, he really wasn't 100% sure.
But the target was halfway gone, and he became impatient, fearing that the target would suddenly fall down and disappear.
The third target that came out was Li Zheng's.
Li Zheng was also a little confused.
Although Zhuang Yan opened a small stove for him and Zhang Jian for a week.
But that is a 100-meter precision shot after all, and it is completely different from this 200-meter moving target.
It felt the same as when he tried aiming before.
The most difficult thing about moving targets is the control of the rays.
The muzzle of the gun must constantly follow the movement of the target to find a suitable aiming point and shoot.
Since there is no need to repair the wind for a distance of 200 meters, the difficulty level is relatively low.
However, for novices, how to keep the target hole and crosshair firmly on the target is a difficult problem in itself.
This isn't just theory.
At a distance of 200 meters, if you move the muzzle slightly too much, you will find that the aiming ray will immediately go wrong.
I moved the muzzle carefully and slowly, but found that I couldn't keep up with the speed of the target.
Bang——
A second gunshot rang out.
After the ringing, Hou Jun discovered a problem.
This shot was not fired by Li Zheng.
It was driven by Zhuang Haoran, who was behind Li Zheng.
"What's going on!?"
Wu Yi was shocked.
"Shoot!"
He was so anxious that he almost rushed over to grab the gun in Li Zheng's hand, and shot him down himself.
The recruits also seemed to have discovered the problem.
Zhuang Haoran, who was ranked fourth, fired, but Li Zheng, who was ranked third, did not fire.
The target has already passed most of the distance at this time, and it will reach the vanishing point in about 7 meters.
Once the target falls, it means that the shot has completely failed.
He didn't even fire the shot, just like shooting at a target with a hundred-meter accuracy.
"Shoot!"
Wu Yi clenched his fists.
Although he knew that Li Zheng would not participate in the award judging, he still had to shoot out the bullets. Even if he missed the target, it would be better than not firing the gun at all.
At this time, Li Zheng had no idea that the soldiers and officers watching the battle around him were worried about him.
He was repeatedly trying how to make the muzzle of the gun "stick" to the target.
This was his first time shooting a moving target, so he was somewhat uncomfortable.
Now, he must understand how to aim at the moving target and find the accurate aiming situation before taking action.
If you cannot control the accuracy of the muzzle, the bullets fired will definitely not hit the target.
Li Zheng is not willing to go bald, let alone rely on Meng!
"It seems that Li Zheng's shot is going to be invalid."
Not far away, Zhang Wenqing sighed with regret, his eyes sliding to the side of Solemnity.
There was still no emotion on his solemn face, he just stared at the target without saying a word.
The first battalion commander is the happiest.
Judging from the speed of the shot just now, Li Yunpeng is definitely determined to win.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
Fatty Wei and the other comrades in the platoon felt like they were about to leave their bodies in a hurry, but Li Zheng still didn't move.
Finally, when the target reached the end of 30 meters, it fell into the target ditch and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Alas...what a pity!"
Wu Yi stamped his foot on the ground.
"If it doesn't hit, I'll shoot anyway! If I don't fire this shot, it doesn't matter!"
He was a little angry.
But before he could lose his temper, the second round came again.
The first target is still Li Yunpeng's. It rises up and then slowly moves from left to right towards the finish line.
This time Li Yunpeng was a little slower, firing after the target had traveled five meters.
Bang——
The sound is crisp and slightly harsh.
Then there is Zhang Jian's target.
Zhang Jian still fired just after halfway through the target.
After the second shot, he was still a little uneasy.
The confidence that was absolutely certain was gone.
He didn't know whether his gun could hit the target or hit the ring.
However, Zhang Jian felt that what he did was right, at least he didn't hold it in until the end like Li Zheng did.
When Li Zheng's target appeared again, he had become the focus of the audience - not because he hit it accurately, but because everyone was curious whether this time he would be like last time without firing a shot and watching the target disappear.
Woolen cloth?
Fatty Wei finally couldn't bear it any longer and violated queue discipline. He shouted: "Shoot!"
As a result, the on-site commander turned back with an angry look, which frightened him so much that he shrank his neck, lowered his head, and did not dare to say another word.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
This is the probability of the shooting range. When others are shooting on the shooting ground, the people below cannot make loud noises. It is okay for you to whisper quietly, as long as the squad leader does not find out and does not twist your ears or kick your butt.
No matter what you say, there is no problem.
Shouting openly is a taboo.
Wu Yi warned Fatty Wei: "If you keep shouting blindly, I will make you rush to the top of the mountain three times."
Fatty Wei was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and bit his lips, not daring to utter even a single word.
"Recruits..."
The first battalion commander comforted the second battalion commander Liang Hu with a victor's attitude.
"It's my first time shooting a moving target, and I haven't practiced before. It's normal if I don't fire a single shot. If I'm not sure, it's better not to fire..."
Bang——
Before he could finish his words, a gunshot broke the silence.
Then, the commander of the third battalion next to him said in a slightly mocking tone: "They fired."
That's right, Li Zheng fired.
This shot was fired when the target was less than three meters away from the finish line.
As for whether it hits or not, I don’t know yet.
But at least it's a start.
Hou Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
He knows that shooting is like this. Being able to fire the first shot proves that he has found a little shooting feeling.
As long as you find the feeling, the next step should not be as difficult as before.
Snapped--
At the target trench in the distance, the third batch of target bullets came out, and the target belonging to Li Yunpeng was the first to move slowly towards the finish line.
The two shots he took just now felt good. Li Yunpeng definitely didn't miss the target. Although he wasn't sure how many rings there were, he at least hit the target.