Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 132 The Final Showdown

"Don't look up...don't look up..."

Li Zheng didn't look up at the target like most people do.

He thought it was a stupid thing to do.

Especially at a distance of 200 meters, he decided to calm down and shoot all 5 bullets without distraction.

Anyway, for me, it's just a friendly match, and others are competitions.

The feeling came, the feeling of being one with the gun appeared.

He was worried that as soon as he looked up, this feeling would slip away like a naughty child and never come back.

This has happened before and is a lesson.

He held his breath, the muzzle of the gun remained still, and adjusted his breathing.

Then, start to capture the best and most accurate timing.

When his brain cleared and the sense of aiming streaked through the air again, he pulled the trigger a second time.

bah—

The second shot was fired.

In the ear, gunshots gradually came.

He was the first to shoot just now?

He felt a little rejoiced.

You know, there is actually an advantage to shooting first, that is, the sound of the gun is harsh after all. Think of yourself as a deaf person, everything has nothing to do with you, you can't hear.

But after all, people are people, and eardrums can't lie.

Many times, the moment you pull the trigger, a shot is fired next to it, and with a slight tremor of your fingers, the bullet has deviated from the most accurate trajectory.

Even if you don't run the target, you won't be on the 10th ring.

The difficulty of precision shooting lies in the word "precision", and the slightest external influence will reverse the situation.

In one breath, Yan Yan fired 5 rounds of bullets, and then began to release the trigger, turn off the safety, and lie on the ground waiting for the password.

"Is he finished?"

Seeing Li Zheng retracting his gun, Zhang Wenqing frowned.

So fast?
Among the seven people, Li Zheng was the fastest?

Not Zhuang Haoran, nor Li Yunpeng.

Is it Zhuang Yan, who has the least shooting experience among the seven?

The third battalion commander couldn't help but said: "I don't think he has the pressure to compete for the ranking, so he just put it off and finished the fight."

The commander of the first battalion has the most confidence in his soldier Li Yunpeng: "I think Li Yunpeng of our company fought the most steadily, and the gunfire was very rhythmic."

Majestic and calm, there is no expression on his face, and his eyes are as plain as water.

The first battalion commander asked Zhuang Yan: "Chief of Staff Zhuang, have you taught him to use machine sights to hit targets over 200 meters away?"

Shaking his head solemnly: "Not really, I only taught them how to aim."

"How to aim?"

The commander of the first battalion almost didn't say the second half of the sentence - "Aiming is still taught by your impressive chief of staff from the special forces?"

Indeed, the monitor can teach.

The solemn words made the first battalion commander completely relieved.

He originally thought that Li Zhengyan would be a blockbuster under the guidance of Zhuangyan, but now he felt relieved after hearing what Zhuangyan said.

That's right, I heard that I went there for a week, and only two hours at noon every day.

It took a total of 14 hours of practice.

Can you go to heaven? !

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a smile, and said to the commander of the third battalion next to him, "It seems that your third battalion has a good chance."

Of course the commander of the third battalion knows how powerful Li Yunpeng is. In fact, he doesn't have enough confidence in whether his soldiers can win the championship. I was very annoyed, so I said: "Okay, the result hasn't come out yet, do you think Li Yunpeng from your battalion is sure to win the first place?"

The first battalion commander chuckled, and didn't refute at all after laughing, turned his head and concentrated on watching the shooting.

The gunfire stopped, and the commander ordered everyone to stand up and check the guns.

The recorder began to use the walkie-talkie to inquire about the scores reported by the other side one by one.

"Target No. 1... Ring 35..."

The monitors nearby started whispering when they heard the grades.

"I think a bullet has missed the target..."

"It's not normal! 200 meters, it's still an accurate shot, and it's about the same for you to shoot.

"Target No. 2..."

This target belongs to Li Yunpeng.

When all the squad leaders and recruits heard the number, they immediately stopped discussing and stared at the recorder sitting on the bench with his head bowed.

This is a genius, everyone understands.

He's a favorite to win the title.

The recorder's pen was hanging on the paper, and there was no result from the intercom.

"Why haven't the results come out yet?"

Someone started asking.

So someone looked towards the position of No. 2 target.

I saw the target reporter standing in front of the target paper, as if checking the target.

"How long will it take to test the target?"

What was most anxious was that the squad leaders of the first battalion, especially Li Yunpeng's squad leader, probably wanted to go and check the target by themselves.

"Is it good to hit the pressure line a little bit, and check it carefully!"

The number of rings on the target is actually one circle after another, and the thin target lines are used to distinguish the number of targets.

It is said that wherever the bullet penetrates, it counts as many rings within the number of rings. However, some bullet holes are directly hit on the ring line, and some even just touch the edge and press a little bit of the line, so you have to look carefully.

The pressure line is also counted as the number of rings on the highest side.

Finally, the target caller's voice finally came from the intercom.

"Target No. 2, ring 44!"

Hearing these two results, a commotion erupted in the team behind.

Many squad leaders are not calm.

"Oh, I'm going! That's a good grade!"

"It's amazing for a veteran to achieve this result."

"Don't brag, you can't hit 44 even if you go up, this is a machine sight!"

Zhang Jian's face changed, and at this moment, he was faint again.

Li Zheng is different from him. Li Zheng is here to compete for the first place in a friendly match.

Now his opponent Li Yunpeng hits 44 rings, which is one ring less than 45. 45 rings are already an excellent result in a 100-meter practice shooting, let alone a 200-meter distance, which is still the accuracy of a machine sight. .

It seems that this man's marksmanship is really good!
"Li Zheng, how many rings do you think you have hit?"

He only hit 1 rings when he heard target No. 35. He thought that almost everyone was like this.

As a result, Li Yunpeng raised the entire level all of a sudden.

Asking Li Zheng about his grades was just to confirm his own grades.

Both Li Zheng and himself were taught by Zhuang Yan. No matter how many rings Li Zheng plays, he should be the same.

Unexpectedly, Li Zheng looked bewildered, shook his head and said, "I really don't know, I didn't even see the target very clearly."

Zhang Jian was in a hurry: "Who can see the bull's-eye clearly? Let me ask you roughly, roughly, understand?"

Li Zheng thought for a while, but still shook his head: "I really don't know, it seems to be hit, it seems to be hit every time..."

In fact, Li Zheng was telling the truth. He had never shot such a long distance, and he had no idea whether he hit the target or not.

Zhang Jian was completely speechless.

It was a white question. He felt that Li Zheng did not tell him on purpose, so he snorted and stopped talking.

"Target No. 3..."

This is Zhang Jian's target.

He was worried that he suddenly shrunk into a ball, as if being grabbed by someone, and the blood was all over his head.

At this moment, the registrar's lips moved, and Zhang Jian felt his heart beating normally.

The numbers he read will be the final word on his grades.

Li Zheng also pricked up his ears to listen.

How many rings can Zhang Jian play?
Can it be taller than Li Yunpeng?
In fact, Li Zheng himself was also very curious.

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