Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 131 200 meters

The security guard came over and gave Li Zheng five bullets. Li Zheng took the bullets and said, "Of course I'm here to shoot targets!"

Zhang Jian was a little confused, looked back, and then asked: "Aren't you eliminated?"

Li Zhengting was annoyed by his questioning, so he simply said, "It was Chief of Staff Zhuang who gave me a chance. If you have any opinions, go to him."

Zhang Jian shut up on the spot when he heard that Solemn had given him the chance to fight for it.

Regarding Li Zheng's reappearance, the squad leaders and platoon leaders below all talked a lot.

But discussion is discussion, and later I heard that I won't get a ranking, so everyone stopped talking.

At least it didn't affect the fairness, besides, everyone also wanted to see how capable the soldier specially approved to participate in the final match was.

Soon, with an order, seven recruits stepped onto the firing line.

The old rules, the old rules, still the same target at the same distance.

When the gunshots sounded, everyone found that the target pole on the opposite side was almost one action—10 rings.

The first round was over quickly.

After the target inspection, the results came out.

Everyone is still 50 rings.

So Deputy Commander Zhang asked 7 recruits to fight again.

Li Zheng is more and more confident now.

Ring 10 doesn't seem to be that difficult...

After a burst of ping-pong-pong gunshots, the second round ended.

The target was checked again, and it turned out that it was still 50 rings.

Zhang Wenqing was surprised and delighted this time.

"It's evil... This year's soldiers are a bit evil."

Shi Song asked: "Both rounds are 50 rings, what do you think the deputy teacher should do?"

Zhang Wenqing said: "I'm afraid it will still be 50 rings if there is another round. I don't feel sorry for the bullets. It's just that if I continue to fight like this, I'm afraid there will be no results in the afternoon."

Shi Song said: "Then just follow what you said just now, and increase the distance to 200 meters?"

Zhang Wenqing thought for a while and said, "Okay! I think it's ok, that's it."

The chief nodded, and the guarantee staff started working immediately.

The target moved back 100 meters.

Many recruits stood up with their empty guns and simulated aiming at distant targets.

Then Fatty Wei said: "The bull's-eye is a bit unclear."

Hou Jun said: "You can see it clearly, but it's much smaller. Veterans can fight it, but recruits may not."

Fatty Wei said confidently: "If you let me go, I will definitely hit the target!"

Hou Jun glared at him: "You are so capable, why did you go so early? Why did you get a 48 ring just now?"

Fatty Wei was stunned: "This... I missed it... my hands were sweaty, slipped... I slipped when I pulled the trigger, it fired early..."

Hou Jun sneered and said, "Well, why didn't you say that you slipped on your feet and staggered when you shot?"

For the distance of 200 meters, the veteran squad leaders behind have different views.

Everyone guesses how many people can stay on the shooting ground after this round to play the next round.

Someone guessed no more than 2.

Some people say that I am afraid that there is none.

It's no wonder that the veterans dared to judge this group of recruits so badly.

200 meters is the distance for the second practice, which is played by veterans.

Moreover, even the second practice of the veterans only requires hitting the target, and these new recruits may not even be able to hit the target.

100 and 200 meters don't sound like much difference.

In fact, veterans all know that there is a big difference here.

Doubled the distance, you can reach 100 rings at 10 meters, but you may not be able to hit the target at 200 meters.

There are only five bullets, and if they don't hit the target, they can only be eliminated.

So the veteran felt that at least 7 of the 5 people had to be bald.

Standing on the shooting ground, Li Zheng narrowed his eyes to look at the target in the distance.

I suddenly groaned in my heart.

This aiming situation is really different from 100 meters.

The target is small, let alone the bullseye.

What used to be grains of millet, is now grains of sand.

"Won't you fight anymore?"

Suddenly, a solemn voice came from behind.

Zhang Jian and Li Zheng turned their heads and saw that Li Zheng was just below the shooting ground.

Li Zheng said frankly: "The target is too small, and the bull's-eye may not be clearly visible."

Zhuang Yan said: "I hit 400 meters that day, do you think I can see the bull's-eye really? I can't either."

He pointed to his chest and then to his finger.

"Remember, as I said, the target is in your heart, and the correct aiming situation is in your mind. The distance is not important. As long as the range of the gun can be reached, your mind will tell you whether you are aiming."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Li Zheng and Zhang Jian looked at each other, savoring the meaning of this sentence carefully.

The effective range of the 95-1 automatic rifle is actually 400 meters.

But that's not its maximum range.

Since it is not a sniper rifle, its structure determines that the spread of this gun is higher than that of a sniper rifle.

The reason why Zhuang Yan was able to hit the small circles on multiple targets at a distance of 400 meters last time was incredible to everyone, and it was because of this reason.

Because this is not only to overcome the limit of one's own vision, but also to maximize the performance of the gun.

You have to roughly estimate even the deviation of the bullet.

Although there will be dispersion, the consistency of the bullets is still acceptable. After all, the 95-1 is not a bad gun, it is an improved model.

Zhuang Yan said that the target is in the heart, and the aiming situation is in the mind.

The literal meaning is that Li Zheng understands.

But it has never been practiced.

Of course I feel guilty if I haven't practiced it.

He couldn't help but sneak a glance to the left.

Two targets away from him was Li Yunpeng, who was from a hunter family in the first battalion.

Li Yunpeng stood upright, with his gun shoulder behind him, his face was as calm as water, as if he was not false at all.

have to.

It can be seen that people are not panicking.

Master!
Looking at his right side again, the person next to him is Zhuang Haoran, who came from a shooting family.

Seeing Li Zheng looking at him, Zhuang Haoran smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"

Li Zheng couldn't help asking: "What about you?"

Zhuang Haoran said: "I have shot 200 meters, but it is not this kind of gun, but I think it is similar, but the accuracy is not as good as the one I play."

have to.

Hearing more despair.

People actually hit 200 meters.

Li Zheng asked Zhang Jian: "Have you ever hit 200 meters?"

Zhang Jian thought for a while and said, "I did."

it is good.

have played.

Although Li Zheng didn't ask the other people, he now has a feeling that among the seven people standing on the shooting ground, he is the one with the least experience.

"All right……"

He cheered himself up silently in his heart.

"It doesn't matter whether he has fought or not, anyway, I don't take the ranking, I just come up to exercise, it doesn't matter if I win or lose!"

Winning is good; losing is no big deal.

Thinking about it this way, it made me feel more relaxed.

I just came to play.

OK!

The distant target was quickly fixed.

The warning trumpet blew rapidly, echoing over the vast shooting range.

"Prone position with bullets!"

The password rang.

Li Zheng lay down, lay down, loaded the live magazine, opened the safety, and loaded the bullets.

All in one go.

aim……

Align the sight hole with the front sight, roughly point to the target, and then adjust...

The target is very small.

The dot of white in the center of the bullseye is like a cluster of flickering flames, sometimes clear, sometimes disappearing...

"The target is in the heart, aiming at the situation is in the mind..."

Li Zhengmo read this sentence and took a deep breath.

Suddenly his mind seemed to capture something, as if a voice was telling him - shoot!
He didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't dare to interrupt this fleeting feeling like lightning flashing across the darkness, the pre-pressed trigger lightly added two points of force.

bah—

A 5.8MM warhead flew out of the muzzle and went straight to the target!
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　　The previous chapter 130 was a clerical error, it should be 129, this chapter is 130.

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