Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 135

I have to say, this gun is amazing enough.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The recruits looked blankly at Li Yunpeng firing his gun, and then at the target in the distance.

Whether it was played well or not, no one knows.

The squad leaders are all veterans, and like a mirror in their hearts, they know the gold content of this shot.

The interval between each moving target is three meters.

When the second target appeared, the gun in Li Yunpeng's hand rang.

This means that it took only one second from aiming to firing.

Even Hou Jun was surprised.

so fast? !

Wu Yina was stunned, and couldn't help but look back at his old squad leader. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of inquiries.

Hou Jun said: "This kid is a genius!"

Wu Yi was silent.

This means that Zhang Jian's chances of winning the championship are much smaller.

Zhang Jian's shooting time was much slower than Li Yunpeng's.

When the target was nearly halfway, he pulled the trigger.

This shot was fired, but Zhang Jian's heart was empty after the shot.

Because of the gun just now, he really wasn't [-]% sure.

But the target had already gone halfway, and he was impatient, for fear that the target would suddenly fall down and disappear.

The third target that came out was Li Zheng's.

Li Zheng was also a little bit blind.

Although solemnly opened up a week for him and Zhang Jian.

But after all, it is a 200-meter precision shooting, which is completely different from this [-]-meter moving target.

It was the same feeling as he had tried to aim before.

The most difficult part of the moving target is the control of the rays.

The muzzle of the gun should constantly move with the target, find a suitable aiming point and shoot.

Since the distance of 200 meters does not require wind repair, the degree of difficulty is relatively low.

But for novices, how to make the target hole and the front sight always firmly catch the target itself is a difficult problem.

It's not just theory.

At a distance of 200 meters, if you move the muzzle a little too much, you will find that the aiming beam will immediately go wrong.

Carefully and slowly move the muzzle of the gun, but found that it could not keep up with the moving speed of the target.

bah—

A second shot rang out.

After the ringing, Hou Jun discovered a problem.

This shot was not fired by Li Zheng.

It was driven by Zhuang Haoran, who was behind Li Zheng.

"What's going on!?"

Wu was startled.

"Shoot!"

He was so anxious that he almost rushed over to snatch the gun from Li Zheng's hand, and shot himself down.

The recruits also seem to have found a problem.

Zhuang Haoran, who was ranked fourth, shot, but Li Zheng, who was ranked third, did not shoot.

The target has passed most of the distance at this time, and there is still a distance of about 7 meters to reach the vanishing point.

Once the target fell, it meant that the shot was a complete failure.

Didn't even fire, just like shooting a bird with [-]-meter accuracy to practice hitting a running target.

"Shoot!"

Wu Yi clenched his fists.

Although he knew that Li Zheng wouldn't participate in the award judging, he still had to shoot the bullets out anyway, even if he missed the target, it was better than firing no gun at all.

At this moment, Li Zheng had no idea that the soldiers and officers watching the battle were all anxious for him.

He was trying repeatedly how to make the muzzle "stick" to the target.

This is his first time shooting a moving target, and he is somewhat uncomfortable.

Now, he had to experience how to aim at that moving target, find the exact aiming situation, and then make a move.

If you can't control the aim of the muzzle, the bullets you shoot will definitely not hit the target.

Li Zheng didn't want to shave his head, and he didn't want to rely on it!
"It seems that Li Zheng's shot is going to be cancelled."

Not far away, Zhang Wenqing sighed with some regret, his eyes turned to the solemnity aside.

There was still no emotion on the solemn face, he just stared at the target without saying a word.

The battalion commander is the happiest.

Judging from the speed at which he fired just now, Li Yunpeng is absolutely determined to win.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Fatty Wei and the other comrades in the row felt that their souls were going out of their bodies, but Li Zheng still didn't move.

Finally, at the end point of 30 meters, the target fell into the ditch with a snap and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Oh... it's a pity!"

Wu Yi stamped his foot on the ground.

"If you don't hit the target, you should shoot anyway! If you don't fire the shot, what's the matter?"

He was a little angry.

But before he got angry, the second round came again.

The first target was still Li Yunpeng's. It rose up and then slowly moved from left to right to the finish line.

This time Li Yunpeng was a little slower and fired after the target ran five meters away.

bah—

The sound is crisp and slightly harsh.

Then there is Zhang Jian's target.

Zhang Jian still fired when the target was just halfway through.

After the second shot, he was still a little uneasy.

The self-confidence under full control is gone.

He didn't know if his gun could hit the target and get in the ring.

However, Zhang Jian felt that what he did was right, at least he didn't hold back like Li Zheng did and didn't even fart in the end.

When Li Zheng's target reappeared, he had already become the focus of the audience - not because he shot accurately, but because everyone was curious whether this time he would not shoot a single shot like last time, watching the target disappear Woolen cloth?
Fatty Wei finally couldn't bear it any longer. He violated the queue discipline and shouted, "Shoot!"

The result was that the on-site commander turned his head and glared. He shivered in fright, his neck shrank, his head lowered, and he didn't dare to say a word anymore.

This is the discipline of the shooting range. When others are shooting on the shooting ground, the people below can’t make loud noises. It’s okay for you to speak in a low voice. Say no problem.

Shouting openly is a taboo.

Wu Yi warned Fatty Wei: "If you shout a few more times, I will let you charge the mountain three times later."

Fatty Wei was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and bit his lip, not daring to say a word.

"A recruit..."

The first battalion commander comforted Liang Hu, the second battalion commander, with a victorious gesture.

"It's my first time shooting a moving target, and I haven't practiced it before. It's normal if I don't fire a single shot. If I'm not sure, it's better not to shoot..."

bah—

Before his words fell to the ground, a gunshot broke the silence.

Then, the commander of the third battalion next to him said in a slightly mocking tone: "He shot."

That's right, Li Zheng shot.

This shot was fired when the target was less than three meters away from the finish line.

As for the hit or miss, I don't know for the time being.

But at least it started.

Hou Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that shooting was like this, and being able to fire the first shot proved that he had found a little shooting feeling.

As long as you find the feeling, the next step should not be as difficult as before.

Snapped--

At the target ditch in the distance, the third batch of targets popped up, and the target belonging to Li Yunpeng was the first to slowly move towards the finish line.

The two shots just now felt good. Li Yunpeng must have missed the target. Although he is not sure how many rings there were, he at least hit the target.

He has noticed the performance of the rest of the opponents.

No one can be as sure as yourself!

At this time, he was full of confidence.

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(End of this chapter)