Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, who came to the shooting range for the first time, were very excited. They also found their partners after seeing each other in the right eye. At this time, they were running around happily.
One moment he went to someone's vegetable shed and pointed fingers, the next moment he went to a cannon stand parked on the roadside to comment.
It looks like I came here for a camping trip.
After everyone finished the unified gun inspection, Yang Chang and Zhao Mingfeng of the Second Squadron began to follow the tradition of previous years and stood on the side to brag to the police from other squadrons about their deeds in the army.
Today was gun practice, so their bragging was about hitting the mark.
"I'm not bragging. I used to shoot in the army. You can hit the target at a distance of fifty meters with your eyes closed. If you don't believe me, just ask Mingfeng!" Yang Chang, nicknamed "Da Company Commander", pointed at
The target was placed not far away, he said cheerfully.
Zhao Mingfeng, who is also retired from the Army, nodded and said sternly: "For those of us who are chief officers, if we don't have any hard skills, we can't suppress the soldiers below. It sounds like they are soldiers, but in fact they are just thorns in the local area! Otherwise
Why do you want to be a soldier?"
Zhao Mingfeng is the deputy squadron leader of the 2nd Squadron. He is also a company commander in the army. Because he is smaller and five years younger than Yang Chang, everyone gave him the nickname "Little Company Commander" in order to distinguish him.
.
The words of the junior company commander Zhao Mingfeng were very poor. He himself was a soldier, and when he said these words, he and Yang Chang were scolded together.
Yang Chang glanced at him dissatisfied, and then boasted: "Just give me an extra calibrated bullet later. No need to practice in advance, it will hit the target!"
The ballistic trajectory of each handgun is different. It does not mean that if you aim at three points and one line, you can accurately shoot. Simply put, there will be errors.
But this error is predictable, because although the ballistics of each gun are different, they remain the same.
For example, if the aiming point of gun A is at the center, and the bullet impact point is at the upper left of the center, then the next time you aim, just move the aiming point to the lower right of the center.
This is the so-called calibrated bullet. It is also the reason why the SWAT team pays attention to equipping only one person with each gun.
Chen Shu, who had not fired the 92 for a long time, followed with great interest to watch Yang Chang's test firing.
After calibrating one shot, Yang Chang fired five shots in a row, with only three or four seconds between each bullet.
Regardless of the results for the time being, the shooting time alone made Chen Shu feel good and somewhat in line with reality.
Xu Mingliang took out his walkie-talkie and shouted: "Zhang Qing, aim at the target."
After the shooting ended, Zhang Qing, who acted as a temporary target reporter, after receiving instructions from the commander Xu Mingliang, poked his head out of the aisle under the target. He first looked back at the crowd and saw that no one had raised his gun, so he turned his head.
Then I started counting on the target paper.
Chen Shu could tell that Yang Chang, who was contented at this moment, was actually a little nervous in his bones. The way he glanced at the walkie-talkie on Xu Mingliang's waist from time to time betrayed his pretense of calmness on the surface.
"Ring 45." Zhang Qing's voice came from the intercom.
When Yang Chang heard this: Hey, this performance is a bit extraordinary!
He immediately raised his proud head: "Ahem, shooting, this is our most basic skill as a soldier!"
Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, two graduates of the Provincial Police Academy, were quite accustomed to this result. They watched for a few seconds and then ran to the side to practice with blank rifles.
Several other police officers in the brigade were not surprised. After all, we have been colleagues for many years and we still know each other's basics.
After Yang Chang finished shooting, he waited for target reporter Zhang Qing to finish pasting the paper and get under the passage. Then it was the turn of other police officers to line up to test the gun.
In the next shooting, except for Zhao Mingfeng who got 44 points, the others were all below 40 points.
Especially Zou Qing. When she fired, she saw the dirt bag behind the target puffing and smoking. When the target was finally calculated, she saw Zhang Qing standing in front of the target paper and touching it for a long time before hesitatingly said:
"16."
Chen Shu consoled him: "It's good. When I was in the police academy, I was invited by the university next door to be a military training instructor. Oh, those college students. After shooting for an afternoon, many of the target papers were as good as new.
Rather than putting a target paper there, it's better to put a sign there so that they have a direction to point their guns at."
Zou Qing grimaced and wrinkled her straight little nose: "They are college students, but I am a special police officer."
Chen Shu couldn't help but reached out and touched her little head: "I'll do it more next time."
Finally, it was Chen Shu’s turn.
Chen Shu, who had not touched a gun for a long time, felt his hand was heavy while holding the Type 92. He first humbly fired five rounds, then calibrated each round. It took a lot of time, but after five rounds, he was familiar with the gun in his hand.
Got a general understanding.
During the actual assessment, he raised his hand to take aim, and fired steadily with a gap of three to four seconds.
Five shots passed by at once, and everyone was a little excited while waiting for Zhang Qing to report the target. Because of Chen Chuan's previous bragging, everyone knew that Chen Shu was almost retained by their sniper squadron when he was transferred to the special police detachment eight years ago.
matter.
"Zizzizi..."
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"48,48 rings! Chen Da's result is 48 rings!"
Perhaps he finally got rid of the shooting shadow of the soldiers, Zhang Qing's voice was a little excited.
Yang Chang muttered: "The wind is a bit strong today..."
Zhao Mingfeng echoed: "Guns are not good either!"
His words slapped him in the face again. What the SWAT team practiced was that a gun was designated to be aimed at one person, and no one else could touch or use it. Saying that guns are bad actually means that the person who uses the gun is bad.
However, Chen Shu believed that Zhao Mingfeng didn't think so much, and he really helped Yang Chang find a nicer excuse.
"Wow! Senior brother, you are really amazing!" Zou Qing came over like a little fangirl.
"Shooting a gun is just like being a human being. First, you need to be steady, and second, you need to be careful..."
Chen Chuan was also very arrogant and gave pointers. People who didn't know better thought he was the one who achieved results.
After the precision shooting is over, it is customary to stand and aim the gun at the target to adjust and relax everyone's breathing.
The training that followed was rapid fire.
That is, within a distance of 15 meters, five bullets are fired continuously in the shortest time. At this time, the number of rounds is not considered. The main performance evaluation is the number of hits on the target.
Everyone did it again in the same order as before, and Chen Shu's score was still the best.
Xu Mingliang, Yang Chang and Zhao Mingfeng also hit the target with five rounds, but none of them hit the target like Chen Shuji.
When Zhang Qing, who was wearing a sticker, looked at the five bullets in front of him that were concentrated around the heart of the half-body target paper, he suddenly felt a little tight in his chest.