Special Years

The solemn sight guard covers the half-length target in his shooting position.

At a distance of 200 meters, the half-length target looks about the size of a thumb, and the front sight guard of the 81-1 automatic rifle fits it easily.

In less than a second, Zhuang Yan had already leveled the gap in the sight and caught the half-length target.

Majestic gently stopped breathing, and pressed his finger on the trigger lightly—

Bah—

The first shot pops out of the chamber.

A dusty smoke splashed from behind the half-length target in the distance.

Zhuang Yan felt his gun jump.

The recoil of the 81-1 automatic rifle is obviously a bit high.

In sight, the trigger guard vibrated a lot and shook a bit.

But at this time, the benefits of daily training are fully reflected.

According to the gun. This is the key to shooting!

's infantry was steadfast according to the gun requirements.

That's why training 2 takes a lot of time to practice unsupported shooting, requiring soldiers to train with empty guns for a long time.

However, Zhuang Yan, who had already practiced many times, had already prepared in his heart.

He slowly leveled the gap in the sight, and only locked the half-length target in the distance.

Although the second practice does not require as high a precision as the first practice, the number of rings is not calculated at all, but after all, the distance is doubled.

At a distance of 100 meters, as long as the front sight gap deviates by one millimeter, the target will deviate from a distance of about 31CM.

The 200-meter deviation will double, and it will be even worse when it encounters environmental influences such as wind and light.

The height of the half-body target is 100CM and the width is 50CM.

If the front sight gap is slightly off, it is likely to miss the target.

Be solemn and cautious.

I don't know how much time it took, but he finally made sure that there was no problem with his aiming, and pressed the trigger again.

Bah—

The second shot was fired.

After the half-length target, dust splashed again.

This group of 200-meter lying positions has no support and only the last bullet is left.

The surrounding gunfire became dense and a little impatient.

Obviously, many of the recruits in this group are eager to start clearing out the last required ammunition.

Due to the first two practice, the half-length target has a time limit, and the shooting time of each group is only ten seconds.

Zhuang Yan was just a new recruit, and he was inexperienced. Because of his nervousness, he didn't know how long he had used his first shot just now.

How much time is left?

He was finally distracted.

Xu Xingguo, who was next to him, didn't seem to fire the gun again.

Is this kid finished?

The half-length target on the opposite side is still there, but Zhuang Yan has a sense of panic, feeling that the target will suddenly disappear from sight.

Don't miss the opportunity!

Don't let the target sink into the trench!

Can't let everyone see themselves off target again!

No!

Not off target.

There is no chance of even firing!

That would be another shame for oneself!

Countless thoughts began to revolve in his mind like a marquee, and his heart began to thump wildly.

He seemed to hear not far behind, the squad leaders standing behind the starting line of the shooting were whispering, and they seemed to be waiting for them to make a fool of themselves.

It was waiting for the squad leader Yin Xiancong to make a fool of himself, and waiting for the whole class to make a fool of himself.

If he fails again, he will bring shame to the entire class!

The inexperienced solemnity finally became impatient.

He made a mistake.

Without full confirmation, the trigger was pulled.

Bah—

The warhead flew 200 meters in 0.33 seconds and flew towards the half-length target.

Dust splashed on the mound on the left side of the bust.

All the half-length targets fell and disappeared into the trench.

"Fuck! This kid has lost his temper!"

Zhang Qihu, the seventh squad leader of the Eighth Company, who was standing behind the firing line, first moved his head back from the target, looked at Yin Xiancong and said, "This kid still can't do it, he's starting to panic!"

Chen Qingming laughed heartily.

He had been nervous before.

Zhuang Yan's first two shots were good, completely hitting the bullseye.

The precision is astounding.

Chen Qingming was taken aback for a while.

This kid Zhuang Yan's marksmanship is really a bit evil!

Until this shot was fired, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The veteran has no idea how many times he has played this exercise, and he can know the approximate situation at a glance.

Majestic and nervous, and the last shot of the first group of three rounds really missed the target.

2 minutes!

"Squad leader, it seems that the situation is not good!"

A layman watches the fun, a specialist watches the doorway.

Shooting something like this requires a calm mind, steady hands, and accurate eyes.

Especially in this shooting mode of grouped ammunition, due to the large number of bullets, the rhythm of each shot must be controlled.

A good shooter can be like a brilliant dancer, stepping on the "point" with every shot, and there will be no difference.

Once the mind is restless, people begin to panic, and unless they have rich experience to adjust immediately, they will become more and more chaotic.

Obviously, as a recruit, Zhuang Yan has almost no such mental strength.

Platoon Leader Adai also felt a pity on the side. The first two shots were so beautiful, but the third shot missed the target.

It is always diarrhea at a critical moment.

He took off his hat, sighed, and said nothing.

The security officer overseeing the design saw all the gunfire stop, and waved the red flag in his hand again.

"Move to the 150-meter firing line!"

Holding the gun, he trotted to the 150-meter kneeling shooting line, and solemnly kept scolding the mother in his heart, but he was scolding himself.

Cowardly!

Why can't you have a perfect performance every time? !

Now, even he himself despised himself.

The hand holding the 81-1 automatic rifle handguard was sweaty and slippery.

Suddenly, the squad leader Yin Xiancong's shout came from a distance behind him: "Zhuang Yan, give me a good fight! Each set is 10 seconds! Don't worry! The first two rounds were very beautiful! Just hit me like that! Great chance! Don't panic, you stinky boy!"

The huge roar awakened the chaotic solemnity in his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yes!

still have a chance!

There are still 6 rounds in the magazine, and two sets of shots.

7. It is excellent to hit the target. Just like Yin Xiancong roared, he still has a great chance!

Panic!

Reached the 150-meter kneeling shooting line, squatted down solemnly, held the gun in the kneeling position, and opened the safety of the 81-1 automatic rifle.

beep beep-

Another rapid whistle, followed by the little red flag being raised again.

"Target!"

Following the order of Li Ding, the deputy company commander, ten half-length targets appeared above the trench again.

Bah—

Zhuang Yan was the first to fire among the ten recruits, firing the first bullet of the group.

The half-length target swayed slightly, and dust splashed behind it.

"I hit!" Yin Xiancong in the distance clenched his fists and waved hard in the air.

Chen Qingming curled his lips and said, "First squad leader, don't be too happy, this kid still has five bullets..."

Before he finished speaking, a solemn second shot was fired.

Bah—

Everyone immediately fell silent, all eyes on the solemn target.

The half-length target swayed slightly again.

"Hit! Hit the target!"

The 150-meter kneeling without support has the last shot left.

Bah—

Zhuang Yan seemed to have found the feeling, the indescribable sense of rhythm, and the third shot came out.

Of all the people, he was the first to finish 3 rounds of kneeling shooting.

"Again!" A smile appeared on Yin Xiancong's face.

However, Chen Qingming's face elongated and became ugly.