My experience in Soldier Assault Liver

Chapter 250 Nine-Five Steps and Eight-Eight Snipers

250 -step and -step sniper

The dusk is pale.

Everything is quiet.

Suddenly, a low rumble came from the west.

After a while, one after another Type 86 infantry fighting vehicles hit the dusk and drove over.

But unlike the power and staunchness of the past, today's infantry fighting vehicles give people a lazy and soft feeling, and it seems that even the engine is not spinning so vigorously.

The soldiers in the car were also a bit sluggish, either with their heads hanging down or leaning on the car, all looking extremely tired.

In the center of the convoy, tank No. 207.

The atmosphere in this tank was slightly different from other tanks. The soldiers in the tank looked at Chen Fan and Yuan Lang with great interest and listened to the two people chatting. Because the noise in the tank was too loud, everyone had to Keep your ears open and listen attentively.

But no one said anything, mainly because Yuan Lang's military rank was too high and it felt too oppressive.

Yuan Lang was not depressed at all, with a smile on his face. After chatting for a while, he seemed to want to chat with other people, so he looked at this and that, as if he had become the master.

"Is your Bayi bar okay?" Yuan Lang asked, his voice naturally loud, because the noise in the infantry tank cannot be small.

"Report, okay!" Gan Xiaoning, sitting opposite Yuan Lang, heard the question and immediately answered it.

Yuan Lang's identity is mysterious and powerful in everyone's hearts, so many soldiers in the third squad want to show off.

Chengcai even wanted to sneak into tank No. 207 and go back with him, but Wu Liuyi scolded him.

Therefore, at this time, many people were willing to answer Yuan Lang's questions.

"Actually, the Bayi Bar is good. The problem with our gun is that the aiming baseline is too high. Yesterday, one of our snipers was killed because of this." Yuan Lang said while showing off the Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand.

In fact, many soldiers in the No. 207 infantry fighting vehicle were very interested in this Type automatic rifle. Some even watched it without blinking, from the moment Yuan Lang got on the vehicle to the present.

Chen Fan then said, "Instructor, the Nine-Five-Step is not a sniper rifle. You are using this gun as a sniper rifle. It is wrong and you deserve to be beaten."

Yuan Lang turned to look back at Chen Fan with a joking smile: "You mean, I chose the wrong weapon today?"

"Anyway, the 95-step is a bullpup rifle and is not suitable for sniping. Its best shooting distance is within 400 meters."

Chen Fan and Cheng Cai had previously participated in military region sniper training and had fired Type 95 automatic rifles.

One of the subjects in this training is to understand and use various types of light weapons, which naturally includes the Type 95 automatic rifle.

But it didn't go too deep, and only a few dozen rounds were fired.

"You seem to know the Ninth Five-Year Plan very well. It seems that you have not just fought once or twice?" Yuan Lang asked.

"I have read some relevant reports and heard a song."

"Balad? What ballad?" Yuan Lang was very curious.

“High baseline, easy to slap in the face, and the plastic magazine will flatten when pinched.

The shell ejection window was noisy, and the oil smoke made me cry.

The front sight was loose, and the plastic handle broke when I touched it.

The magazine was low and fell to the ground, and the barrel of the gun hit the ground with copper bullets hanging from it. "

Chen Fan read out a rhyme about the Type 95 automatic rifle from another world.

Although this ballad is suspected of being black and white, I have to say that this summary is really accurate.

Especially since Yuan Lang and the others are still using the first-generation Type 95 automatic rifle, these shortcomings are even more obvious. To be honest, Chen Fan's ballad is really insightful and sums up all the problems. So when Yuan Lang heard the first sentence, he still had a joking expression on his face, but after hearing the second sentence, his expression changed. He became serious, and when he finished listening to everything, there was no smile on his face anymore.

"Where did you hear that?" Yuan Lang asked.

"I can't remember. I think I heard it during training, right?" Chen Fan said casually: "Of course it could be other times!"

During the last sniper training in the military region, there were indeed shooters from some units who used Type 95 automatic rifles. Some of them actually complained about the Type 95 automatic rifles.

Yuan Lang was half convinced and half doubtful about Chen Fan's answer. His eyes were slightly focused as he examined Chen Fan, but Chen Fan seemed to be fine and showed no signs of guilt or timidity.

So after looking at it for a while, he looked away, and he also chuckled: "Not to mention, this summary is quite accurate. One day I will have to tell his designer about this ballad, and he will definitely laugh after hearing it. The sound came."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. After hearing this, Chen Fan secretly said, "Sure enough."

He had guessed that Yuan Lang's identity was unusual before, and now it seems that his guess was basically correct.

If Yuan Lang really tells the designer this ballad, then they might come to him. In that case, he can tell the other party some experiences in another world in advance.

In this way, the development of the country's national defense industry will definitely be able to reach a higher level, and he will be considered to have contributed to the country's national defense industry.

Yuan Lang lowered his head and glanced at the SVD sniper rifle held in Chen Fan's arms, and asked: "Are you still using this gun? I saw that several of your snipers are equipped with 85 snipers? Why don't you use 85 snipers? , you won’t tell me that your company doesn’t have 85 snipers anymore, right?”

"Of course there is, but I still want to use him, because this one is easier to use!" Chen Fan grinned: "Compared to the 85 sniper, I think this one is closer to a sniper rifle!"

"One day I will give you a Type 88 sniper rifle."

Chen Fan spoke quickly and almost reflexively said: "Forget it, instructor, I don't want an anti-hostage sniper rifle!"

"Anti-hostage sniper rifle?" Yuan Lang was startled.

Chen Fan hurriedly closed his mouth. At this moment, he realized that his mouth was too fast, and he quickly covered it up: "Instructor, am I kidding?"

Yuan Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked again. He was not that easy to fool. In other words, he didn't believe that Chen Fan was just joking. After a pause, he said: "I don't think you are joking. Tell me, you Why would the 88 Sniper be used as an anti-hostage sniper rifle!”

Many people complain about the domestically produced Type 88 sniper rifle: "This piece of shit deserves to be called a sniper rifle? The accuracy is so bad"; some even say that it should not be called the Type 88 sniper but should be called the Type 88 shotgun, which is the Type 88 shotgun. gun, or anti-hostage sniper rifle.

Although these words are very unpleasant to hear, it is indeed a fact that the Type 88 sniper rifle has poor accuracy. However, it is definitely not a unilateral cause of one point, but is caused by a combination of multiple factors, so it is a systemic problem.

Therefore, if Chen Fan could choose, he would never choose the 88 Sniper as his sniper rifle. He would rather use the 85 Sniper than the 88 Sniper.

However, if the 88 Sniper was only used as a precision marksman rifle, it would be acceptable. In another world, the 88 Sniper was later equipped on a large scale, but as a precision marksman rifle.

In fact, everyone has seen and used this rifle in the last military region sniper training.

One of the subjects of the training at that time was the understanding and use of global sniper rifles.

Therefore, there is no special problem with Chen Fan being able to say these things. At most, his words are bad and he summed up some problems with firearms into something shocking.

After hearing Chen Fan's explanation, Yuan Lang didn't believe it, but he didn't say much. He just secretly thought: "When we meet one day, I must tell him these things!"

He naturally knew the designers of these rifles, and he was very familiar with them, but he was not just teasing the other party, more importantly, he wanted to tell the other party the feedback of the soldiers in the front-line troops, because although these words were unpleasant, they were For a firearms designer, this is the best feedback, and it will definitely be of great help to their subsequent improvements.

"Chen Fan, is there anything else interesting that you can tell me about?" Yuan Lang became interested and looked at Chen Fan with interest.

"No, instructor, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep for a while." Chen Fan hugged the sniper rifle tightly in his hand, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. He thought it would be better to say less. Yuan Lang is too smart. , maybe the secret will be revealed.

"This kid?" Yuan Lang couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head, a little helpless, and had to turn to look at Wu Liuyi sitting opposite: "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Reporting to the chief, my name is Wu Liuyi!"

"Wu Liuyi? Your name is very special!"

(End of this chapter)