Ballistic Silence of Special Years

"Platoon leader...I can't..."

Fatty Wei felt that his feet were shaking, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, his spine was icy cold, as if someone had stuffed a lump of ten thousand year old ice into his bones.

At this time, he was standing by a window on the first floor of the training building.

The windows were glassless, and the doors were wide open.

Fatty Wei was stooped, and his tall and thick figure looked a little funny, and there was an arm on his shoulder, a dummy's arm.

The plastic dummy was moved back from the warehouse last time, and it dragged two big trucks.

This kind of dummy is very cheap, and it is everywhere in the clothing wholesale market, and there are several in every store.

At this time, the dummy was wearing an old camouflage uniform, with a camouflage cap on his head, his left hand rested on Fatty Wei's back, his right hand was bent, and his fingers pointed to his temple, as if he was holding a pistol against himself. head.

And he is now a "hostage".

Which hostage is the most dangerous hostage in the world?

If this question was asked to the former Fatty Wei, he would definitely answer, of course it is a hostage of the Da Mao family!

When the hostages of Da Mao's family saw the special forces coming to the rescue, they would ask the gangsters to give themselves a gun, either to commit suicide or to resist those damned rescuers.

But now he wants to say that there is still the most dangerous place to be a hostage—in the PLA special forces.

Because on a small mound 200 meters directly in front of him, a high-precision sniper with a 7:62 caliber was erected, the huge scope was facing the front, and the pitch-black muzzle was facing him.

Next to him, Tong Zhi was holding a loudspeaker, like a negotiator expert, shouting to this side: "Don't be afraid, stand still, don't move, don't shake, it will be fine soon..."

In his heart, Fatty Wei had already dug Tong Zhizu's grave no less than a hundred times.

Confidence shooting these days, it's fucking freaking training.

First, 50 meters with a 95-1 automatic rifle to shoot a breast ring target placed next to his comrades, and then 100 meters...

It's even worse today.

It turned out to be 200 meters using a high-precision sniper to directly shoot the head of the dummy next to the real person.

head!
My day your mother!

Fatty Wei was cursing in his heart, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and fell to the ground.

In normal times, even if Fatty Wei hit the dummy in the head at a distance of 600 meters, he would be absolutely [-]% sure.

but now……

Now his only thought is to run!
This was the first time he regretted being a special soldier.

What's so special about fighting? It's so special!
Is this what people do?

In fact, it wasn't just that Fatty Wei was scared out of his body?Zhang Jian, who was holding a high-precision sniper opposite him, was no different from Fatty Wei at this moment.

He was equally afraid.

Although in daily training and life, I and Fatty Wei are absolutely different enemies who can't urinate in a pot.

But if Zhang Jian put a bullet in his gun and shot at that dummy at the risk of hitting Fatty Wei in the head, he would never be able to pull the trigger no matter what.

His palms were already covered with sweat, and Zhang Jian, who was usually arrogant, had already turned pale at this moment.

He had heard of this confidence shooting training.

But when it really happened to him, he could only say one thing, he was too naive before...

The front sight in the scope still couldn't catch the dummy's head, and the hand that was usually stable like a dog was trembling today.

200 meters distance, high-precision spying.

If it wasn't for Fatty Wei standing shoulder to shoulder with the dummy, Zhang Jian dared to say that he could blow the dummy's head off with a gun in his hand.

But when Fatty Wei stopped there, the situation immediately changed completely.

In his opinion, although Fatty Wei has a hideous face, bad breath, no self-restraint, no style, no temperament, no figure, no figure, no appearance, but his mother is a real person!
"Platoon leader...I don't think I can..."

In the end, Zhang Jian himself chose to give up. He carefully closed the insurance, got up, and stood there with his head hooked like a child who did something wrong.

"I can not do it……"

"Why can't you do it?" Tong Zhi asked back: "Usually use this gun for 200 meters, how many meters can you hit the same target?"

"800..."

"Then why don't you dare to shoot now!"

"Don't dare..."

"Just because there is a hostage around you, why don't you dare?"

Although Tong Zhi's voice was not loud, his words pierced Zhang Jian's heart like a sword.

Zhang Jian felt that his face was burning hot, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"You are a sniper in our row, a sniper who dare not shoot, you are still a fart sniper!"

"It's not that I dare not shoot!" Feeling humiliated, Zhang Jian argued, "I just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that I can't shoot in this situation."

Tong Zhi went up and grabbed Zhang Jian's collar.

"If this is a battlefield and the enemy is holding me hostage, as a sniper, are you just watching him take me as a hostage and successfully escape?"

Zhang Jian fell silent.

Disappointment flashed in Tong Zhi's eyes.

His gaze scanned all the soldiers in front of him.

Everyone whose eyes came into contact with them lowered their heads.

Except for Hou Jun.

only……

This is already a veteran who is about to retire.

None of those recruits had the courage to stand up with confidence.

Suddenly, he found that there were still people who did not bow their heads, but looked up at him with their chests up.

It's Li Zheng!
Tong Zhi's eyes still glanced over, but did not stop at Li Zheng.

"Pity."

He felt that Li Zheng was confident, but due to various reasons, Li Zheng was now serving as an assaulter, not a sniper.

"Platoon leader! Alright, I need to go to the bathroom!"

Fatty Wei, who was being held hostage on the opposite side, yelled pitifully, "I'm about to have leg cramps from standing up..."

The wind blows.

Fatty Wei's voice was lost in the wind.

He didn't dare to move.

But I was in a hurry.

Now he understood how those criminals who were about to go to the execution ground to be shot felt.

Such a delay is worse than being shot down with one shot.

"The platoon leader!"

Li Zheng stepped forward and stepped out.

"I asked to try!"

"Try it! This is a test for a sniper, are you a sniper?" Tong Zhi was actually speaking out of anger.

In fact, everyone has to go.

The 200-meter high-precision sniper only relies on precision shooting.

Just ordering any soldier actually has this kind of strength to complete it.

Just under the pressure, no one can take a step forward.

Li Zheng felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

The phrase "Are you a sniper?" hit his heart hard.

Yes.

I am not a sniper.

I chose to leave the army and go back to study.

So what is there to be heartbroken about?

Why did I feel sad and unwilling when I heard Tong Pai say that?

"I want to try it!"

Li Zheng still stuck his neck and said his request.

Hou Jun suddenly took a step forward: "I also ask the platoon leader to give Li Zheng a chance to try."

Tong Zhi looked at Li Zheng, then at Hou Jun, and finally nodded slowly: "Okay, the master-student love is deep."

He suddenly put down the Loud Duke in his hand, and did a jaw-dropping thing.