Ballistic Silence of Special Years

"Wind speed...no problem...temperature...not bad...height difference...correction...distance...300 meters..."

The distance between every building on the training ground is actually very clear to every commando member.

They have already conducted countless trainings here, and it can be said that they can find out even with blindfolds.

Li Zheng was thinking about the parameters gradually, and simulated all the shooting scenes in his mind.

He was still a little worried.

He needs to be more sure.

Wait……

Wait for the moment when the wind dies.

Wait for the moment when the heat wave on the ground is the smallest.

Wait……

As an excellent sniper, he has a good first teacher Hou Jun.

Hou Jun told him that a sniper must be able to wait.

That is the most basic quality.

There must be the calmness of Mount Tai collapsed in front of it without changing the color, the calmness of sitting on the Diaoyutai in the storm, and the bravery of taking the head of the enemy general among thousands of troops.

Wait……

A platoon of soldiers held their breath.

Their eyes all fell on Li Zheng without blinking.

Finally, Li Zheng's index finger began to gently press the trigger.

Everyone noticed his fingers.

Press back little by little.

Little by little, everyone's hearts were lifted up, and then hung high.

300 meters away, Tong Zhi didn't say a word, his face was like a rock, standing there motionless, a drop of sweat seeped from the brim of his hat, and slid down his cheek.

bah—

The gunshot came suddenly, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Everyone screamed in their hearts: "It's out!"

Of course, no one can see the trajectory of the bullet.

All eyes are on 300 meters away.

You don't need to see the point of impact. It's so far away that probably only the bird chaser in the entire platoon can see it clearly.

All you need to do is to see if the platoon leader Tong Zhi has fallen, and if a cloud of plasma has flown out of his head.

The dopamine in everyone's pituitary gland is secreting crazily, and it feels like the whole head is tightly bound by the nerve cord...

Before Tong Zhi heard the gunshot, he suddenly felt the head of the dummy next to him move violently, and then a little warm air and some debris hit his cheek violently, as if someone tapped it not far from his ear. A firecracker battle that was not too powerful was launched, causing a little air current.

Very short-lived.

very quickly.

Tong Zhi kept his posture.

Then he turned his head slightly and looked at the dummy from the corner of his eye.

There was a hole in the front of the dummy's head and forehead, the hat was removed, the facial features were deformed, and the face became a little weird.

He slowly squatted down, and then let out a long breath.

"Damn! This kid is really good!"

Tong Zhi suddenly smiled.

distance.

Hou Jun put down the binoculars in his hand, and said to Li Zheng on the ground, "Check the gun."

Li Zheng skillfully ejected the magazine and inspected the gun.

Then he turned to Hou Jun and said, "Squad leader, are you okay?"

Hou Jun patted him on the back with a smile, stood up and picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Tong Zhi: "Platoon leader, is this gun okay?"

This time, Tong Zhi answered quickly.

"It's right between the eyebrows, Li Zheng has two brushes."

Hou Jun struck while the iron was hot and asked, "Can you count on what you say?"

Of course Tong Zhi knew that he was referring to making Li Zheng the sniper, Hou Jun was afraid that he would go back on his word.

"Don't worry, I, Tong Zhi, spit and nail. From today on, let him participate in the sniper training and courses in the company."

……

after an hour.

One after another.

Ji Zhizhao looked at Tong Zhi standing in front of him, just like looking at a monster.

"Are you a ghost today?"

He made a half-joking joke.

"This is not at all like your platoon leader Tong Zhitong."

Tong Zhigui stood still, motionless.

Ji Zhizhao said, "Tell me your reason."

Only then did Tong Zhi talk about the previous trust shooting.

"This kid is a talent. I really don't want to waste it. He is the only one in the platoon who dares to come out and shoot this shot, and it's still under the condition of adding 100 meters."

"Bullshit!"

When Ji Zhizhao heard what had happened, he immediately flew into a rage and attacked the case.

"Tong Zhi, you are messing around!"

When the company commander hears this, he will be furious.

Confidence shooting is a dangerous training program, and it cannot be done casually. All standards and difficulties must be approved by the company department.

Although special forces are highly dangerous, no one likes unnecessary sacrifices.

Especially arbitrarily advocating temporary changes to shooting rules and standards.

"Do you know what you're doing!"

Tong Zhi didn't change his face: "I know, you can punish me."

Seeing Tong Zhi's unmoved appearance, Ji Zhizhao became even more angry.

"You think I really dare not punish you, don't you!"

Tong Zhi said: "No, after I made a decision, I knew I would definitely be punished."

"Knowing that you still dare to act recklessly!" Ji Zhizhao had already stood up from his chair, and began to walk back and forth in front of Tong Zhi like an old wolf with his hands behind his back.

"I admit that I couldn't help being curious. I wanted to know how high Li Zheng's ability to withstand pressure is, so I decided to take a gamble!"

Tong Zhi still answered calmly, as if he was talking about a very common thing.

Looking at the veteran in front of him who was older than himself, Ji Zhizhao was really angry.

He wanted to slap the crazy platoon leader.

But held back.

He admired the courage of the veteran in front of him.

If I were myself, I might not dare to do this.

I don't have the courage to break the rules.

After Tong Zhi walked back and forth for more than ten times, Ji Zhizhao raised his hand fiercely, wanting to let go of his anger: "Go back and wait for the decision of the company meeting! Write the review and hand it over to me."

"Yes!" Tong Zhi saluted, turned and left.

When he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned around again.

He asked: "Then Li Zheng is the sniper, do you approve the company commander?"

Ji Zhizhao stared fixedly at Tong Zhi at the door, and it took him a while to return to reality from his chaotic thoughts.

"Okay... let's do it."

He himself laughed for no reason.

"Don't let him do it, do you want to show it again, so that I can open my eyes too?"

"Thank you, company commander!" Tong Zhi saluted again, turned around and disappeared outside the door.

Soon, Tong Zhi returned to the training ground.

At this time, the male soldiers were training over the bunker.

The bunker is actually a kind of venue used by beginners in the captive field. During sparring, in order to prevent the beginners from being injured, they will arrange training in the bunker.

Just like practicing reverse kung fu, from sand to grass, then to mud, and finally to concrete, the difficulty, pain and danger increase step by step.

Seeing Tong Zhi come back, Hou Jun immediately went over to him and asked him, "How is it? Does the company commander agree?"

Tong Zhi deliberately kept things secret, didn't say anything, just walked forward, and went to the side of the bunker to watch the soldiers inside were conducting the training of capturing prisoners.

Hou Jun waited for a while and became anxious.

"You are talking! Didn't you ask the company commander to deny it?"

Then Tong Zhi said slowly: "Who am I? The company commander wants to give me a little bit of face, doesn't he? Don't worry, he agreed."

Hou Jun's hanging heart fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"How does the company commander deal with you?"

"It's probably a verbal warning. I'm at fault for this matter. It's unreasonable not to deal with it."

Tong Zhi didn't want to mention this, so he suddenly pointed to the female soldiers in the bunker and said, "All the female soldiers, stop!"

The female soldiers immediately stopped.

Yu Boyang wiped off his sweat and asked Tong Zhi: "Platoon leader, are you resting?"

"rest?"

Tong Zhi's face was colder than iron.

"Just what you practiced just now can be called capturing prisoners? You can't even catch fish! No, we are not an art troupe here, and there is no shortage of dancers. You are not practicing martial arts, but dancing."

Listen to the words and sounds.

When Yu Boyang, Shao Xiaoqian and others heard the tone of the platoon leader, they thought that something must happen.