Omnipotent Data

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Both Ke Qiang and Song Qing are in the 75th ring, and their strength is comparable.

Then...

The victory of this game fell entirely on Cheng Nuo and another student selected by the instructor Song Qing.

The student Song Qing selected was a tall boy with black-rimmed glasses and a sharp face.

Song Qing looked at Cheng Nuo up and down, and spoke to the boy next to him, with the murderous aura of the soldier alone in his voice, "Zhao Yang, are you confident, defeat him!"

"Have!"

"I can not hear!"

"Yes!!! Zhao Yang screamed with bruises on his neck.

Ke Qiang glanced down at Cheng Nuo.

Cheng Nuo smiled faintly and stepped forward. He whispered to Ke Qiang behind him, "Instructor, don't worry, just leave it to me. I, Cheng Nuo, haven't disappointed anyone!"

"Either before or...now!"

Zhao Yang helped his black-framed glasses and a green military uniform, and smiled and stood in front of Cheng Nuo.

"Zhao Yang, Department of Mathematics, School of Mathematics."

"Cheng Nuo, Department of Finance, School of Economics and Management."

"Student Cheng Nuo, kindly remind you that I had shot a gun before." A confident smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth.

Cheng Nuo shrugged, with a look of nonchalant expression, "You are nothing, I was before, but I flew a plane!"

Zhao Yang: "..."

Zhao Yang, who was choked by Cheng Nuo, snorted, turned his head and stopped talking to Cheng Nuo.

"Relax, don't be too nervous. First of all, ensure your own safety." Before shooting, Ke Qiang told Cheng Nuo carefully.

Cheng Nuo nodded, indicating that he knew, then picked up the rifle and stood on the target lane next to Zhao Yang.

Both Ke Qiang and Song Qing stood beside them with their arms folded to prevent them from making any operational errors during the shooting.

Bouncing up, pressing shoulders, supporting cheeks, the two raised their guns almost simultaneously.

Shooting target... the bullseye of the target at a distance of 200 meters.

Boom!

After aiming for two or three seconds, Zhao Yang pressed the trigger first.

With the sound of a bang, the bullet popped out of the chamber, sparking sparks.

"Seven rings!" Ke Qiang quickly gave Zhao Yang the number of shooting rings, and at the same time looked at Cheng Nuo with a worried look.

Seven rings!

The number of rings of Zhao Yang's shot was no less than the two instructors just now.

It stands to reason that these students who participated in the military training did not care about whether they played the third ring or the fifth ring when they were conducting live ammunition training.

As long as you can hit the target, it's pretty good!

Zhao Yangneng hit the seventh ring in the first shot. This is enough to prove that Zhao Yang did, as he said, shot before the military training.

Zhao Yang raised his head and glanced at his ring number, nodding his head feeling pretty good.

He turned his head subconsciously, but found that Cheng Nuo was still aiming.

"Unbearable!" Zhao Yang chuckled and shook his head. It seemed that he was already holding the winning ticket!

At this time, Cheng Nuo was there. In the eyes, a group of data flows.

The gun weighs 3.42 kg, the gun length is 955 mm, the caliber is 7.62 mm, the effective range is 400 meters, the bullet weight is 9.65 grams, and the bullet muzzle velocity is 750m/s...

The acceleration of gravity is 9.8574 meters per second, the wind speed is 3.25 meters per second, and the wind direction is 24.58 degrees east of north...

It is 200.58 meters from the bull's eye, and the height of the bull's eye is 1.82 meters...

In my mind, I use the data collected by my eyes to quickly calculate the best shooting plan.

The shooting distance is 198.36 meters, the shooting direction is 2.35 degrees west of north, and the shooting height is 1.82 meters....The estimated bullet flight time is 0.34 seconds!

After adjusting the data, start shooting!

The corner of Cheng Nuo's mouth was slightly bends imperceptibly, and with a jerk, he pressed the trigger.

Bang!

Shot, hit the target!

The crowd could not help but look up. Want to know Cheng Nuo's ring number.

Then... Qi Qi exclaimed!

Ten rings!

Hit the bullseye!

Judging from the bullet holes on the target, Cheng Nuo's shot hit the most central ten rings of the target, the most central position! What a perfect shot!

You know, even in the competition between the two instructors just now, with ten bullets, both of them only had one bullet hitting the bullseye.

But Cheng Nuo, the first shot hit the tenth ring!

Zhao Yang, who was just about to press the second shot, couldn't help but stop the movement after hearing everyone's exclamation. Zhao Yang looked up and saw Cheng Nuo's ring number.

The mind was slightly shocked.

Ten rings! Zhao Yang looked sideways, with a deep disbelief in his eyes.

That guy Cheng Nuo shot for the first time, Zhao Yang was sure of this. Because, in his opinion, Cheng Nuo's gun-holding movement had many flaws.

But it was such a guy who fired live ammunition for the first time, but the first shot... hit ten rings.

Zhao Yang wasn't sure, whether this was Cheng Nuo's pure luck, or this guy, who really had a talent against the sky.

Just when Zhao Yang frowned and thoughts, a gunshot sounded again from the next door.

Zhao Yang turned his head subconsciously and saw Cheng Nuo's slightly trembling hands that were shaken by the recoil of the Bayi rifle.

Wow!

It was another cry of exclamation!

Zhao Yang raised his head quickly, his pupils suddenly shrank!

Ten rings, ten rings again!

how is this possible? !

In Zhao Yang's heart, the storm has already turned up in shock!

On Cheng Nuo's side, after two shots of "hand training", his movements became more adept.

Bang bang bang ——!

Cheng Nuo fired three shots this time!

"Crazy!" Zhao Yang couldn't help yelling when he saw Cheng Nuo's move!

Shooting three shots in a row and wanting to hit all of the bullseye is not as simple as 1+1+1.

You know, after each shot, the gun body will produce a huge recoil. The recoil force will inevitably affect the direction of the muzzle to change ~ www.readwn.com ~ Although this change is very subtle, it is likely to cause the bullet trajectory to shift and fail to hit the bullseye. Unless, at the moment when bullets are fired, press the gun!

Make the position of the muzzle quickly return to the original position.

Press gun, that is synonymous with master!

Especially the 15x mirror pressure gun, that is a god-level operation that can only be controlled by scientists!

Although Cheng Nuo is only the most basic gun pressure operation, in Zhao Yang's eyes, it is already shocking!

In Zhao Yang's cognition, Cheng Nuo's three shots would never achieve a high number of rings.

But the result?

Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings!

Three shots, all hit the bullseye.

Currently, Cheng Nuo has shot five shots, with a total of 50 rings. A very scary figure, I am afraid that only a well-trained sniper can achieve this result.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Five shots in a row!

Zhao Yang watched Cheng Nuo's movements, his eyelids beating wildly.

Arrogant!

Five shots were fired in a row, Cheng Nuo's entire action was so arrogant!

Ten rings! Ten rings! ...

Without any accident, it is still a series of ten rings.

All the big "ten" characters showed Zhao Yang a toothache.

call--!

Cheng Nuo let out a breath, smiled faintly, and took off the gun.

He looked at Zhao Yang and froze in place, and asked curiously, "Student Zhao Yang, why didn't you fight? I didn't play very well this time, let's look at your performance! Try to surpass me!"

After speaking, Cheng Nuo patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder.

Zhao Yang looked up at Cheng Nuo's total number of 100 rings, "???"

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PS: The correct answer to the first issue, "6"! The steps to solve the problem can be consulted in groups.

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