Wang Cheng, who had just withdrawn his gun and completed his left and right observation, began to examine the gun proudly. He raised his chin to Qiao Li who was standing aside and said with a stern look on his face: "5 seconds 02, can you do it?"
Qiao Li looked at the 10 targets 10 meters away. Eight of them were down.
"cut!"
She said disdainfully: "What's so great about this?! You tell me how many of you, Instructor Li, will hit you!"
In fact, Li Zheng's score was 15 shots and all hits in 3.7 seconds.
However, this requirement was too high, so Li Zheng reduced the number of targets to 10, and the target was required to be hit within 5 seconds.
The rapid-fire subject is very interesting. It is a subject that progresses very quickly but is particularly difficult to improve in the later stages.
Beginners make rapid progress in the first two months. Even those who have never touched a gun can hit at least 6 targets in 6-8 seconds after two months of crazy training.
It’s just that in the later stages, this improvement gradually slows down and forms a marginal effect. After the rapid improvement stage, it will take a month or more to hit one more target or improve the time by 0.1 seconds. It also depends on the individual’s understanding and talent.
, the more important thing is resilience.
Because to improve the rapid-fire performance, you need to repeat countless boring and repetitive trainings. You have to do this process of drawing a gun, loading and firing tens of thousands of times a day, and you have to consume countless bullets to improve the feel.
During this process, it is common for the tiger's mouth to be scratched and fingers to bleed. Those who are afraid of hardship cannot practice, nor can they earn a living in the special warfare profession.
Although Wang Cheng has little experience in the SWAT team, he is smart, studious and resilient, so he has made rapid progress.
Now, he can complete rapid-fire training under Li Zheng's standards most of the time. This time it actually took 0.2 seconds longer.
But in his opinion, Qiao Li, a girl, had won the top three places in competitions within the provincial system before, but those were subjects for female police officers after all, not including male police officers.
"I can't compete with the instructor. If I can compete with him, wouldn't I become an instructor?!"
Wang Cheng laughed loudly.
"Smile, be careful that your big teeth will fall off in laughter!"
Qiao Li took the live ammunition magazine from the security personnel, walked to the firing line, loaded the magazine into the empty gun, and then put it into the quick-draw holster.
A SWAT officer held up a timer beside her.
"ready, go!"
With the sound of "tick", Qiao Li pulled out the pistol from the holster at lightning speed, pointed it at the target 10 meters away and loaded the gun——
Bah bah bah bah——
Bah bah bah bah——
10 shots chambered.
The timer stops.
"5.12!"
The male SWAT officer in charge of timing raised the timer and the time was displayed on it.
"Not bad! Not bad for a girl!"
Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the results were a little slower than mine, otherwise I wouldn't know where to put my face.
"It's still a little slow for me, but it's pretty good."
He wasn't sarcastic.
Because he didn't play well either, praising Qiao Li was also praising himself.
"Don't worry."
Qiao Li said: "Wang Cheng, your primary school math and physical education teacher is not so bad, right? Can you count how many targets I hit? Didn't you hear the sound clearly?"
The targets are all iron targets, and the bullets make a clanging sound when hit.
Wang Cheng was too focused just now and didn't pay attention to the number of hits.
The SWAT officer who was keeping time announced loudly: "Qiao Li hits 10 shots, wins!"
The word "win" immediately made Wang Cheng feel ashamed.
I was actually having a hard time just now...
Although Qiao Li was undoubtedly 0.1 second slower than herself, her hit rate was just higher. Given the priority in calculating hit rate, she actually lost.
"Xiao Wang! Where were you so proud just now?!" Qiao Li was two months older than Wang Cheng, so she called him "Xiao Wang", which also meant that he was a brat.
"I missed it for a moment! I usually do it within 5 seconds!" Wang Cheng said stubbornly: "It's a quick shot! I shoot hundreds of times in a day, who is not faster?! This thing still requires luck occasionally.
"
When Qiao Li heard this, she was unhappy.
"You bully me because I'm a girl, aren't you? Xiao Wang, listen to me, there are times when you miss in rapid fire, so let's compare the accuracy of shooting? 50 meters! Do you dare?"
When Wang Cheng heard this, he hesitated this time.
The provincial competitions that Qiao Li participated in before were all about precision shooting.
Generally, the accurate shooting distance of a pistol is between 25 meters and 50 meters. According to the basic requirements of the past, the army also needs to add three seconds of invisible target shooting, but the overall distance does not exceed 50 meters.
When Qiao Li came up, she immediately increased the distance to an extreme level, completely bluffing Wang Cheng.
"Wang Cheng, come on! Are you afraid of a girl?"
"That's right! Isn't it just 50 meters? It's easy to hit the target. It's not difficult."
The special police officers nearby saw the excitement and started making noises without taking it too seriously.
It's rare to have this kind of fun during boring training. How can you miss this opportunity to watch a show?
They say that when men and women work together, they won’t be tired from work.
The same goes for training. When male soldiers are training, if a group of female soldiers happens to pass by the sidelines, the chants of the marching queue will be raised an octave. Those doing the horizontal bar exercise 2 can vibrate the bar, and those practicing slapping skills can't wait to find a bluestone on the spot.
Heartbroken...
Seeing the people around him laughing so hard, Wang Cheng felt like he was roasting himself on the fire.
Upon seeing this, Li Zheng also encouraged him: "No matter whether you win or lose, you have to fight. You are a special police officer. If you give up without fighting, you might as well take off this special uniform."
It’s okay to be criticized by anyone, but not by Li Zheng.
Wang Cheng actually said it wasn't that he couldn't shoot a pistol accurately, but he just didn't know what to do with it.
He especially likes rapid fire, but doesn't like precision shooting with pistols. He thinks that pistols are inherently melee weapons. Firefights usually don't exceed 15 meters. Why practice at such a long distance? It's already 50 meters. It's better to just use a submachine gun.
"Okay, okay!"
He took the initiative to walk to the firing line, and the security police on the side handed him a magazine.
"5 shots."
Wang Cheng said impatiently: "I know, let's hit the target."
Soon, a chest ring target popped up in the target area.
Wang Cheng held the gun with both hands and assumed a standard equitriangular shooting posture.
Bang——
Bang——
Bang——
Bang——
Bang——
He concentrated his energy and was not in a hurry to fire. After finishing one shot, he aimed carefully before firing the second shot.
After all, this is a precision shot, and it depends on the number of rings, not the time.
After the shooting, he took a breath, checked the gun, and quickly went to the security police.
"How many rings?"
"7-9-8-7-8, the total number of rings is 39."
"It's not bad..." Wang Cheng is not as confident as he was in rapid fire before. This result can only be said to be okay for a GA special police officer.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Qiao Li heard this ring number from the side and laughed on the spot.
In the end, I laughed so much that I couldn't straighten my waist.
Wang Cheng was inexplicably driven crazy by her laughter and shouted: "Why are you laughing? Qiao Li, try it!"
Qiao Li stopped laughing.
He quickly took the gun and checked it, then walked to the firing line, reached out to take the live ammunition magazine, loaded it, and took a ready posture.
"You can hit the target!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a chest ring target popped up in the target area 50 meters away.
There was no trace of the playful expression on Qiao Li's face, and she was as serious as a piece of ice.