Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 127

The shooting subject is the highlight of today's big exam.

As a soldier carrying a gun, it should be taken for granted.

A gun is a soldier's second life.

According to Hou Jun's words, that is his lover, his wife.

To be a good shooter, you have to fall in love with your gun.

Early in the morning on the shooting range, the singing was loud and the passwords were loud

Zhang Wenqing, the deputy division commander, also came to watch in person today. He was a little surprised when he met Zhuang Yan next to the shooting range.

"Hey? Chief of Staff Zhuang, why are you here too?"

Zhuang Yan said: "I brought two young apprentices, and I came to cheer them up today."

Zhang Wenqing wondered, "What little apprentice?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Just two new recruits, please teach me some shooting skills, and I will guide them."

Zhang Wenqing suddenly remembered something, and quickly asked: "Recently, I heard that you go to the small shooting range of the division headquarters every day at noon, and you also went to collect a lot of live ammunition, just for this?"

Zhuang Yan joked: "Deputy Master Zhang, aren't you trying to settle the bullet with me?"

Zhang Wenqing laughed loudly: "Of course not, if I knew you were practicing guns there every day, I would have gone to ask for advice."

After laughing, he asked again, "Which two soldiers are they?"

Zhuang Yan pointed in the direction of the Second Battalion: "Those two soldiers in Hou Jun's platoon."

Zhang Wenqing said, "Is it Li Zheng and Zhang Jian?"

Zhuang Yan wondered: "Deputy Commander Zhang, do you know these two recruits?"

Zhang Wenqing said: "I know, I also ate crayfish with them."

After that, he remembered the situation when he met Fatty Wei and the others when he was walking with his lover by the wall that day, and couldn't help laughing again.

Zhuang Yan didn't know about it, but he didn't want to get to the bottom of it, so he could only laugh along with him.

Zhang Wenqing also said: "This year's first shooting practice has a third-class performance index. The teacher has made a decision. Those who can hit the 50th ring will have the opportunity to get the third-class performance."

Solemnly said: "For a new regiment, it is estimated that there are no more than five people who can complete the ring?"

Zhang Wenqing shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. I have passed through all three battalions in the past two months. There are some capable recruits in this year's recruits. There are two soldiers in the second battalion, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian, and their second platoon is called Zhuang. Haoran's... By the way, it has the same surname as yours, it seems that the surname Zhuang is good at marksmanship, hahahaha!"

Zhuang Yan said: "I know Zhuang Haoran, his father is a shooter and retired, so he has received formal shooting training, and his understanding of guns is much better than ordinary people."

Zhang Wenqing said: "It seems that you also know him, but there are more than one soldier like the three of them in the recruit regiment. There is a soldier in the first battalion, a mountain boy. He has been hunting with his family since he was a child. He is very good at marksmanship. 50 rings is like playing."

Solemnly asked: "In the mountains? Minorities?"

He knew that the mountain people in some places still kept shotguns, and because they respected traditional customs, they didn't prohibit them.

Zhang Wenqing said: "You're right. He grew up playing with shotguns since he was a child. When I watched them shoot live ammunition last time, I found out that this kid is a genius. I only found out this was the case when I asked him. He shot live things. , is much more difficult than target shooting, for him, the chest ring target is too simple."

Zhuang Yan had doubts in his heart, so he said, "What if all of them have 50 rings? Who will make the meritorious deeds?"

Zhang Wenqing said: "It's simple. If you have 50 rings, play another round. The target moves forward 100 meters. Calculate according to the number of rings. Whoever has the highest ring number will win the first place."

There is support in the 200-meter prone position, and the difficulty is the same as that of the second shooting practice.

The second practice of rifle shooting is to shoot half-body targets at distances of 200 meters, 150 meters and 100 meters respectively in lying, kneeling and standing positions.

However, the second practice of 200-meter shooting in the prone position only requires hitting the target, and the number of hitting the target is calculated.

If you calculate the number of rings, the difficulty will be much higher.

But this is also good, Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, after all, a No.1 must be produced.

Zhuang Yan and Zhang Wenqing turned their heads to talk again, and a row of soldiers from the other side also arrived at the shooting range and arranged to sit down in the designated area.

Fatty Wei was in a particularly good mood today, and he said something special, looking around excitedly, and soon he saw the second row sitting in the back, and saw Zhuang Haoran among the soldiers in the second row.

Zhuang Haoran sat calmly in the team, his whole body was filled with confidence.

He knows his strength.

In a row, there were two people who were suspicious of fighting him, one Li Zheng and the other Zhang Jian.

But these two have compared themselves many times, but they haven't won once, so there is nothing to worry about.

Then I heard that there is a master named Li Yunpeng in the first battalion, who was born in a hunter's family. He also shoots with a gun with 10 rings.

This is the information obtained by the deputy of the sixth squad. I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I haven't fought against him. I don't know what happened before him.

In the words of the deputy of the sixth squad, he went to peek at the shooting training of the entire recruit group, and Li Yunpeng was the only one who could really break arms with Zhuang Haoran, and the rest were nothing to worry about.

Zhuang Haoran looked towards the other side of the first battalion, looking for his imaginary opponent under the black crowd of people.

It's a pity that he didn't know Li Yunpeng, and he could only watch it lonely for a long time. When he turned his head, he found that Fatty Wei grinned meaningfully at himself with a wide mouth.

He could only politely smile at Fatty Wei and nod.

Fatty Wei also nodded.

Then he turned around and whispered to Li Zheng: "If my character before I became a soldier, I would definitely give him a sum of money and let him release the water!"

Li Zheng was happy when he heard this, and said, "You haven't learned your lesson yet? There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and what you gain by playing smart will be lost sooner or later. Have you forgotten the lesson at home?"

Fatty Wei looked at Li Zhengzheng with an admiring expression for a while before saying, "Tsk tsk, it's different if you have a high degree of education, and your words all have a philosophical flavor."

At the end of the day, you sighed: "It seems that I have no hope today, just a chance to repay my merit..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of a whistle.

The on-site commander wearing an armband waved the small red flag in his hand, and ordered a battalion to go on the field one by one.

Li Zheng heard Wu Yi, who was standing beside him chatting with Hou Jun, said: "Platoon leader, I heard that there are soldiers in the first battalion and the first row who are very good at shooting."

Hou Jun asked: "How powerful is it?"

Wu Yi said: "There is no ring below 10."

Hou Jun couldn't help being a little surprised: "Ah? Why is there another Zhuang Haoran?"

Wu Yi said, "I've heard about it too, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

Hou Jun pointed to the shooting ground, and the recruits were already standing in front of their target positions.

"Prone position with bullets!"

With an order, 30 recruits fell down in unison.

Then there was the sound of magazines being loaded and bullets loaded.

Li Zheng was curious, did the first battalion also have a master?

He stretched his neck, wanting to see how powerful the opponent was.

bah—

bah—

bah—

Gunshots soon followed.

Li Zheng kept searching for the target poles rising from the ditch in front of the target a hundred meters away, watching their waving trajectory.

The waving direction and position of the target pole are different, representing different ring numbers.

Soon, he noticed that one of the target poles had been waving in an arc from side to side.

That is the target language of the ten rings.

Going back to the corresponding shooting position, I saw a thin recruit who couldn't see his face lying on the target position.

Before Li Zheng could take a few more glances, he had already finished his work. He stood up from the ground, began to inspect the gun, then turned off the safety, and then shouldered the gun.

This recruit completed a round of shooting much faster than the others. Some of the other soldiers only fired the second round, and he had already fired all five bullets.

"Looks like it's him..."

Judging from the shooting speed and the number of rings reported in the target language, the three shots Li Zheng saw were all full rings.

I don't know what happened to the first two shots.

Then I saw the walkie-talkie in the hands of the security personnel who was standing not far away from me and was responsible for recording the results, and there was a sound.

"Target position No. 7, ring 50."

The sound is repeated twice.

Li Zheng whispered in his heart: "Amazing!"

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