Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 67 There are experts in the second row!
The 95-1 gun uses a target hole and a front sight to shoot, not a notched front sight. This kind of mechanical sight is characterized by higher accuracy and easier correction.

Through the target hole, Li Zheng quickly found the sight and roughly aimed it at his No. 3 target.

Then he opened his eyes and let go of his field of vision, and looked at the target in the distance—this process was also the detail that Hou Jun had taught him during training, to make sure that he was aiming at the target corresponding to his target position.

For veterans, it's a no-brainer.

But it is a very important detail for recruits. It is the experience brought out by Hou Jun's troops. Many recruits get nervous when they are on the target. In the end, he found that it was not his own target, but a few bullets fell on someone else's target.

This kind of antics is not uncommon when recruits are shooting for the first time, and even veterans sometimes get confused when shooting at night.

After confirming that it was target No. 3, Li Zheng was a little relieved.

"Start shooting!"

The command to fire from the on-site commander was finally issued.

Li Zheng quickly opened the safety, pushed it to the single-shot position, and then pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

The crisp sound of pulling the bolt of the gun carried a faint murderous look.

bah—

While Li Zheng was still aiming, someone else's gun had already fired.

He was still a little affected, subconsciously wanting to look left and right to see who shot.

But soon he realized it was a mistake.

"Don't look... don't look... aim at the lower edge at three o'clock..."

He stabilized his emotions and kept chanting the shooting formula silently.

In the target hole, the front sight has been leveled, aiming at a bullseye the size of a grain of rice.

Soldiers need to have good eyesight, and at this time they can see the value.

Seeing a 100cm white center at 10 meters, and aligning the target hole and the front sight to the lower edge, the eyesight is almost impossible.

After the bull's-eye became clear and blurred several times, Li Zheng finally gently started to pull the trigger.

The pressure exerted by the index finger made the spring of the linkage trigger in the receiver start to stretch a little bit...

There is a trigger stroke here, and it takes patience and holding your breath.

A slight shake may affect the trajectory.

bah—

In Li Zheng's anticipation, the trigger finally set off.

Inside the gun chamber, the machine head was knocked out, and the firing pin accurately hit the thunderbolt primer. The propellant in the shell was instantly ignited. The barrel is pushed out at a speed of 920 meters per second.

At the moment of the gunshot, Li Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of excitement and excitement. The faint smell of gunpowder in his nose caused his brain to secrete dopamine crazily in an instant, which was extremely enjoyable.

Hou Jun, who was not far behind the shooting ground line, held his hands in front of his chest, and never took his eyes off the No. 3 target in the distance.

Just now Zhang Jian's first shot has been fired.

10 ring.

That's a pretty good score.

It seems that although this kid has a good mouth, he still has some real skills. He has been in contact with real guns since junior high school, and the second generation of the army who entered the teaching team and played guns with the students is really not in vain.

Among the recruits in the platoon, Hou Jun had the highest expectations for Zhang Jian and Li Zheng.

He admired Li Zheng even more.

Because Zhang Jian is a natural resource obtained because of his family's advantages, this is similar to running and sneaking, and the starting line is not in the same position.

But Li Zheng is not, his parents died early, he can only rely on himself.

Hou Jun believes that a person who has lost his parents can rely on his own efforts to be admitted to a prestigious university, which in itself shows that this person has more determination and patience than his peers.

This character is the foundation of being a good soldier.

What's more, through recent training observations, Hou Jun believes that Li Zheng's personality is very suitable to be a sniper-quiet, meticulous, stable, good physical fitness, and good endurance.

Of course, these are just the basics. An excellent shooter also has the most important point - gun feel.

The word gun feeling cannot be described in words, it is a feeling.

If you insist on using words to describe it, it's like you and the gun were a couple in the previous life. When you meet in this life, you have a good understanding at the first sight. The gun listens to you, and the gun will shoot wherever you point.

This is talent, not hard work.

Li Zheng's personality and daily training are very good, but the feeling of the gun can only be seen after he gets the gun and shoots live ammunition, so Hou Jun is looking forward to Li Zheng's good results to prove that he is right.

Three seconds later, a target reporting pole was raised at the No. 3 target, and the red circular target indicator on the top of the pole began to swing back and forth in an arc trajectory from left to right.

10 rings!
This is 10 rings in target reporting terminology!
"Splendid!" Wu Yi next to him clenched his fist and waved it fiercely in the air, and proudly said to Hou Jun, "Platoon leader! Two 10 rings!"

Hou Jun looked at the other target positions, gunshots came and went, and the target reporting poles on the opposite side also followed one after another, waving wildly, and the impact points and ring numbers were reported one by one.

"Ring 7—upper left—"

"Nine rings—upper right of the film—"

"8 rings, lower—"

After a general look, Hou Jun saw that most of the reports were 7-8 rings, and there were quite a few 9 rings.

So far, only Li Zheng and Zhang Jian have reported 10 rings.

It seems that I will win this time against the second and third rows!
Suddenly, the recruits watching the battle from the second row burst into cheers.

"it is good!"

"10 rings!"

"Great!"

10 rings?
Someone in the second row of recruits hit 10 rings?
Hou Jun was a little surprised.

bah—

With the sound of the gun, at the No. 14 target position in the second row, the target reporting rod reported another 10 ring.

"Depend on!"

Hou Jun was a little moved.

I didn't see that the second row had 10 rings just now. I guess the recruit who fired the gun was not in a hurry to shoot at all. He waited for others to fire a round or two before firing.

Being able to remain so calm and calm when so many recruits are shooting at the same time, aiming calmly and calmly, and then shooting after confirming, and once the shooting is fired, the interval time is very short, which shows that this shooter is very serious. I am very confident in my marksmanship!
So experienced, is he a recruit? !
bah—

When he was frowning and hadn't finished thinking about it, another 14 ring was shot on the No. 10 target.

Hou Jun looked from a distance and saw the recruit lying on the target.

He wasn't tall, or even short, so he couldn't see his face clearly, only his body was thin, not strong, and his skin was a little dark. The visor of his training cap was pulled back at a ninety-degree angle and tilted to one side.

bah—

Before he came back to his senses.

There is a 10 ring appearing...

The recruits on the second row had already slapped their palms, and Hou Jun turned his gaze back to his own row.

When he turned his head to look at target position No. 14 in the second row, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian each fired two shots, and both knocked out three bullets.

All 10 rings!
Huang Junwei, the leader of the third platoon, said to Hou Jun: "First platoon leader, I have to write a letter to you. There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals! The quality of recruits in your platoon this year is really good."

Wen Lei, the second platoon leader, said: "It's not over yet, there are still two bullets."

He pointed to the side of his row: "My soldiers are finished, 50 rings!"

Hou Jun looked at target position No. 14 again, and sure enough, he saw the little recruit standing up, obviously having fired five rounds of bullets.

So fast!So accurate!Last comes first!
It's a talented seedling!
He also had to give a compliment in his heart, and then he couldn't help but ask Wen Lei: "Wen Pai, what is the origin of this soldier...?"

Wen Lei smiled: "My soldier is called Zhuang Haoran, and his father is in the provincial shooting team. He has learned guns since he was a child!"

When Hou Jun heard this, he immediately turned his head and stared at Wu Yi.

The meaning in the expression on his face couldn't be more obvious - aren't you in charge of picking soldiers?Why did such a soldier go to the second row! ?
The expression on Wu Yi's face was as if he had swallowed a catty of Coptis chinensis, it was so bitter that the juice was about to come out.

He could only helplessly spread his hands.

At the time of the pick-up, Hou Jun was still training the team, and it was indeed he who led the pick-up.

But at that time, they were so busy picking out high-skilled recruits like Zhang Jian and highly educated people like Li Zheng, they didn't expect an inconspicuous little recruit to be a fierce man!
Having said that, I really can't blame Wu Yi.

Let’s talk about recruits, you can tell by their physique and energy, but they belong to the provincial shooting team, so it’s not written on their faces, so they can’t tell!

bah—

The last shot rang out from Zhang Jian's target position.

He stood up, and put the empty gun on the target.

Hou Jun didn't see Zhang Jian's last two shots.

However, judging from Zhang Jian's expression, it seemed that the situation was not good.

"what happened?"

He asked Wu Yi, and Wu Xiao ran over to ask Hu Chenxi, who kept staring.

Hu Chenxi shook his head: "Four 4s, the last shot was an 10..."

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