Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 683 Small Contest

Bah blah blah——

Bah blah blah——

10 shots were fired.

"Girl Qiao, did you see that?!"

After a series of rapid fire.

Wang Cheng, who had just retracted the gun and completed the left and right observations, proudly began to inspect the gun. He raised his chin to Qiao Li who was standing aside, and said with a full face: "5 seconds 02, can you do it?"

Qiao Li looked at the 10 targets 10 meters away, and fell down, 8 of them.

"cut!"

She said disdainfully: "What's so great about this?! How many times do you, Instructor Li, play, tell me!"

In fact, Li Zheng's score was 3.7 seconds to hit all 15 shots.

However, the requirement for this result was too high, so Li Zheng reduced the number of targets to 10, and it was required to hit all of them within 5 seconds to meet the standard.

The rapid-fire subject is very interesting. It is a subject that progresses very fast but is particularly difficult to improve in the later stage.

Beginners make rapid progress in the first two months. Even those who have never touched a gun can hit at least 6 targets within 8-6 seconds after two months of crazy training.

It's just that in the later stage, this improvement gradually slows down and forms a marginal effect. After the rapid improvement stage, even if it hits one more target or improves the time by 0.1 seconds, it will take a month or more, and it depends on the individual's perception and talent. , the more important thing is resilience.

Because in order to improve the rapid fire performance, it is necessary to repeat countless times of boring repeated training. The process of continuously drawing and loading the gun is done tens of thousands of times a day, and countless bullets are consumed to achieve the improvement of the feel.

In this process, it is common for the tiger's mouth to be scratched and fingers to bleed. People who are afraid of hardship can't practice, and they can't eat special warfare.

Although Wang Cheng has little experience in the SWAT team, he is smart, studious and resilient, so he has made rapid progress.

Now, most of the time, he can complete the rapid-fire training under Li Zheng's standard, but this time it actually took 0.2 seconds longer.

But in his opinion, Qiao Li was a girl. Although she had won the top three places in the provincial competition before, that was after all a subject for female police officers, not including male police officers.

"I can't compare with the instructor, I can compare with him, am I going to be an instructor?!"

Wang Cheng laughed out loud.

"Laugh, be careful laughing out your big teeth!"

Qiao Li took the live ammunition magazine from the security personnel, walked to the shooting ground, put the magazine into the empty gun, and then put it into the quick-draw holster.

A SWAT officer held up beside her with a timer.

"ready, go!"

With the sound of "beep", Qiao Li quickly pulled out the pistol from the holster, and loaded it while aiming at a target 10 meters away——

Bah blah blah——

Bah blah blah——

10 issued bore.

The timer stops.

"5.12!"

The male special police officer in charge of timing held up the timer, which showed the time.

"Not bad! Not bad for a girl!"

Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his grades were slightly slower than his own, otherwise his face would not know where to put it.

"It's still a little bit slower than me, but it's pretty good."

He wasn't mocking.

Because he didn't play very well, praising Gao Qiaoli was also praising himself.

"Don't worry."

Qiao Li said: "Wang Cheng, your elementary school mathematics and physical education teacher is not so bad, right? You count how many targets I hit? Can't you hear the sound?"

The targets are all iron targets, and the warheads hit them with a bang.

Wang Cheng was so focused on time just now that he didn't listen carefully to the hits.

The timed special police announced loudly: "Joe Li hits 10 rounds, win!"

The word "win" immediately made Wang Cheng ashamed.

Just now I was still stunned...

Although Qiao Li was undoubtedly 0.1 second slower than her, it was just that her hit rate was higher, and under the premise of giving priority to calculating the hit rate, she was actually defeated.

"Xiao Wang! Where was your pride just now?!" Qiao Li was two months older than Wang Cheng, so calling him "Xiao Wang" also meant that he was a brat.

"I missed it all at once! I'm usually within 5 seconds!" Wang Cheng said stubbornly: "Quick fire! Hundreds of times a day, who is not fast?! This thing still needs luck occasionally. "

When Qiao Li heard this, she was not happy.

"Aren't you a girl who bullied me? Xiao Wang, listen to me, there are times when rapid fire misses, so let's shoot with accuracy? 50 meters! Do you dare?"

When Wang Cheng heard this, he hesitated this time.

The provincial competition that Qiao Li participated in before was a precision shot.

Generally, the precision shooting distance of pistols is between 25 meters and 50 meters. According to the basic requirements of the past, the troops need to add three seconds of hidden target shooting, but the overall distance does not exceed 50 meters.

When Qiao Li came up, she directly increased the distance to the point where it exploded, completely bluffing Wang Cheng.

"Wang Cheng, come on! Afraid of a woman?"

"That's right! Isn't it 50 meters? It's easy to hit the target, not difficult."

The special police officers next to him didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they booed one after another.

It is rare to have this kind of fun in a boring training, how can everyone miss this opportunity to watch a show?
It is said that men and women match, and work is not tiring.

The same goes for training. If a group of female soldiers happens to pass by the sidelines during male training, the chanting of the marching queue will be raised an octave. Those who practice the horizontal bar can vibrate the bar. heartbroken...

Seeing the people around him leaning forward and backward laughing, Wang Cheng regarded himself as roasting himself on the fire.

Seeing this, Li Zheng also encouraged him: "Whether you win or lose, you have to fight. You are a special police officer. If you don't fight or admit defeat, you might as well take off this special combat uniform."

It's okay to be told by anyone, but not by Li Zheng.

In fact, it's not that Wang Cheng can't shoot accurately with a pistol, but he has no idea.

He especially likes rapid fire, and doesn't like precision shooting with pistols. He thinks that pistols are originally melee weapons, and firefights usually do not exceed 15 meters. Why practice such a long distance?It's 50 meters away, so it's better to use a submachine gun directly.

"Good good!"

He took the initiative to walk to the shooting ground, and the security special police on the side handed him a magazine.

"5 rounds."

Wang Cheng said impatiently: "Understood, let's hit the target."

Soon, a chest ring target popped up in the target area.

Wang Cheng holds the gun in both hands and adopts a standard equi-triangular shooting posture.

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He concentrated his energy and was not in a hurry to shoot. After finishing one shot, he aimed carefully before firing the second shot.

After all, this is a precision shot, depending on the number of rings, it does not count the time.

After shooting, he exhaled, checked the gun and put it away, and hurried to the security special police.

"How many rings?"

“7-9-8-7-8，总环数39。”

"It's not bad..." Wang Cheng is not as confident as the rapid fire before. This result can only be said to be okay for a GA special policeman.

"Hahahaha!"

Qiao Li laughed on the spot when she heard the number of rings.

In the end, I laughed so hard that I couldn't straighten up.

Wang Cheng was driven mad by her inexplicable laughter, and said loudly, "What are you laughing at! Qiao Li, try it!"

Jolie stopped smiling.

He checked the gun quickly, then walked to the shooting ground, reached out to take the live ammunition magazine, loaded it, and took a ready position.

"You can hit the target!"

As soon as the voice fell, a chest ring target popped up in the target area 50 meters away.

There was no trace of the playful expression on Qiao Li's face, and she was as serious as a piece of ice.

Raise your hand, raise your gun, aim, and fire——

Bah bah bah bah——

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