My experience in Soldier Assault Liver

Chapter 315 Chen Fan, come out

315 Chen Fan, out of the queue

This Sunday has passed like this.

I originally wanted to take a good rest, but I didn't know that I ended up leading a 50-kilometer rapid march. Not only did I fail to relax and recover, but I squeezed out every last drop of physical energy.

The only good news is that you don't have to work so hard tomorrow to practice shooting.

Everyone, take the time to rest and regain your strength.

But the time was really too short, and it was the second day in a blink of an eye.

This morning, it was still dark.

beep—

Qi Huan's whistle blew again.

This time, the students quickly gathered into a neat formation downstairs.

Now, the students have learned well. In order to speed up, they basically don't take off their clothes and pants, and sleep in them. If the shoes were not too dirty, they would really want to sleep in their shoes.

In the neat team, many people were secretly moving their fingers, preparing to show off their talents in today's training and give a good shock to the instructors of Lao A.

Chen Fan said a lot yesterday, which scared Tuo Yonggang and Wu Zhe, but more team members didn't know this.

"Everyone, turn right - turn! Run - walk! Target, shooting range!"

Clap clap clap.

The team ran to the shooting range.

"Today's mission is to complete preparations within forty seconds and complete the magazine within one minute."

Qi Huan gave the command expressionlessly.

"Fire thirty rounds a minute, it's a joke!" Tuo Yonggang heard this and immediately smiled contemptuously.

Wu Zhe also breathed a sigh of relief, his worries finally settled.

There are no too weird subjects, it’s relatively simple, and they feel confident again!
Chen Fan glanced at Wu Liuyi.

Wu Liuyi frowned and looked solemn.

When he was a shooting instructor at the division, he had practiced the Nine-Five Formation with Chen Fan, but not many times. He had also done decomposition and combination, but the number was pitifully small and he was not proficient, so he felt a little guilty.

beep—

Qi Huan blew the whistle.

Whoosh!
Tuo Yonggang jumped into the foxhole.

This is the darkest period before dawn, and everything you can see is within one meter.

So he wasn't very clear about what was in the foxhole, at least not clearly from a distance.

He reached for the gun, but only picked up the trigger assembly.

"what is this?"

He froze.

After regaining consciousness, he turned to look at Wu Zhe next to him, but Wu Zhe also looked confused.

"Fuck!" Tuo Yonggang finally understood what was going on.

"These stupid instructors are really as insidious as Chen Fan said! Just shoot the target. What do you mean by disassembling the gun?"

In front of everyone are some gun parts that have been dismantled into seven or eight parts. Whether they can all be touched is still a question.

"Combinate, combine! Quick, quick, quick!" someone shouted.

Tuo Yonggang quickly started to combine the firearms.

But at this time, the light was very dark, the visual field conditions were extremely poor, and the assembly was very difficult, just like assembling a firearm while blindfolded.

Qi Huan and several Lao A walked around outside the foxhole indifferently.

Half the time had passed and no one had fired a shot.

Yuan Lang observed these embarrassed students with great energy. He was more troublesome than encouraging: "Shoot! Shoot! The targets are now in the second batch! Points will be deducted! You are all considered the best gunners in your original unit, right? Hello! , you coward!"

He was shouting at a soldier beside him, who had just assembled his firearm and fired the first shot among them all.

But even the sights had not been adjusted, and his shot missed the target seriously.

Yuan Lang walked away with disdain.

Most of the bullets miss the target, and everyone's sights miss the target by a hair.

Cheng Cai hesitated and switched to burst shooting, and Taku Yonggang next to him immediately began to imitate.

Soon, Qi Huanka stopped the stopwatch: "Stop! Stop shooting!"

The last gunshot sounded, originating from Chengcai's single shot.

Yuan Lang said calmly: "Two points will be deducted for each person in this group."

At the firing position stood twenty-one angry and embarrassed men.

Many people had no time to finish the bullets in their magazines, and the worst ones had no chance to fire.

There are at least three soldiers who have only used the Eight-One Bar before and have no idea how to use the Nine-Five Style.

silence.

The twenty-one students were silent.

Old A used the walkie-talkie to report the results to the target reporter.

Hearing the results, Yuan Lang laughed loudly: "Twenty-one people hit the target with a total of twelve bullets. There has never been such a bad result here." He was silent.

Collective silence!

A silence about to break out.

"This group will be deducted five points from everyone."

"report!"

"Nineteen, speak."

"The firearm is completely disassembled! We just have enough time to assemble it!"

"What is the probability of a gun malfunctioning in actual combat? Of course I can include this probability in it."

"Report!" Wu Zhe shouted.

"Thirty-nine, why do you always appear?"

Wu Zhe shouted with a cold face: "Report, the gun sight has not been calibrated. How long does it take to calibrate a gun?"

"One minute is definitely not enough." After Yuan Lang finished speaking, he turned to Qi Huan: "If you use a questioning tone when talking to the instructor, two points will be deducted."

Wu Zhe's face turned pale with anger.

Yuan Lang looked at Wu Zhe and sneered: "You can't shoot without the sight? Such basic common sense. A fool who can only endorse!"

"Report!" Tuo Yonggang yelled, and he was also stunned!

"Twenty-seven speaks."

"Report!" Chen Fan shouted before Tuo Yonggang could.

His voice was so loud that everyone was shocked by his voice and turned their heads to look at him.

"Forty-two speaks!"

"Report, I want to say something to everyone!"

Yuan Lang frowned and looked at Chen Fan, but Chen Fan was looking ahead with a calm expression, showing no emotion.

"Forty-two, what do you want to say?"

"Reporting, what I want to say is that as a soldier, you must have a humble heart. Don't think that if you are awesome, you can represent everyone. Don't think that if you can't do it, others will not be able to do it!"

"You mean you can do it?"

"Report, yes!" Chen Fan roared in reply.

"Forty-two!"

"To!"

"Complete preparation within forty seconds, complete the magazine within one minute!"

"Yes!"

beep—

The whistle sounded.

After hearing the command, Chen Fan rushed into the foxhole with a single stride.

The firearms above have been disassembled by Old A again.

The visual field conditions at this time were better than before, but still very dim. However, Chen Fan's vision had also been systematically strengthened, so he could still see very clearly. He picked up various parts and quickly assembled them. His firearm was disassembled. The combination with him has already been mastered. At this time, it can be completed with eyes closed, so it is faster to assemble him with eyes open.

He completed the assembly in just a few clicks, and then turned around immediately. Without even seeing his aim, he raised the gun and fired. First he fired a burst, tried one shot, and then fired another shot. After two shots, he completed the calibration. , and then he immediately fired all the remaining magazines in a standing position.

He used the automatic mode, bang bang bang, the ammunition fired like a machine gun, but the muzzle of the gun was pressed tightly by him, and there was almost no big jump.

"hiss--"

"Fuck me!"

"Is this guy still human?"

"No wonder he is so confident!"

The whole audience was shocked.

Although I haven’t seen the results yet, the momentum has already shocked everyone.

"Report, the shooting is completed, please give instructions!" Chen Fan put down the gun and trotted back to the front of the queue.

"Enter the queue!"

"Yes!"

Qi Huan had already trotted out and brought the target paper over.

"Report, all thirty rounds hit the target, two hundred and forty-four rings."

Qi Huan reached out to take the target paper, raised it high, and shouted, "Does anyone want to see the target paper? Is there any?"