Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 101
Holding the 95-1 automatic rifle solemnly, he lay prone on the shooting position.

got windy.

That's bad news for long-range shooting.

He raised his head slightly and glanced ahead.

The grass is moving.

According to the swinging amplitude of the tip of the grass, it can be judged that this is a horizontal wind.

At a distance of 400 meters, horizontal and wind require direction correction. According to the factory parameters of the 95-1 automatic rifle, the correction amount at this distance is 1.7 mils, which is intuitively speaking 0.68 meters.

Roughly corrects the width of a humanoid target.

Because it is a machine sight, the fastest and most direct correction cannot be made through the reticle in the sight. It sounds like a joke to make left and right corrections when the target is almost smaller than a broken rice grain.

If you can hit the target at this time, you are already a master, let alone hit the small circle on the target paper.

At least the cadres and soldiers of Division E who stood behind Solemn thought so.

Hou Jun sighed slightly and shook his head: "It seems that God is helping our regiment leader."

Emotionally, Hou Jun is on Li Haiou's side.

But intellectually, he felt sorry for Zhuang Yan.

The team leader is right, it seems that this shooting is completely a matter of luck, and does not reflect any level, because there is no way to withdraw the level.

He felt that no matter how powerful Zhuang Yan was, he could guarantee that he could beat Li Haiou in this situation.

Through the shooting baseline, Zhuang Yan saw the "millet grain" 400 meters away.

Very small and vague.

He slowly controlled his breathing, allowing his body to enter a hibernation-like state like a snake, and the blood hit the brain, eyes and hands.

Years of training have made his hand stable enough to be able to point exactly where he wants to aim when panning the reticle for correction.

"I can……"

He muttered to himself with a smile on his lips.

For Majesty, a higher difficulty means a higher challenge, and a higher challenge performance forces out his greater potential.

For so many years, hasn't he come here like this?
The scene when he and Lao Baimao were on a secret sniper mission at the border flashed through his mind.

old white hair.

Head of the covert operations unit at headquarters.

That guy is such a good teacher.

"...Remember, snipers are also humans, not gods. The reason why shooting that breaks through the limits of human beings requires talent is because you may not be able to clearly aim at the target when shooting. You can only rely on your feeling. Do you know what feeling is? It's your sense of gun!"

That sentence rang in my ears again.

gun feel.

When he heard this word back then, Zhuang Yan felt that Old Baimao was playing tricks, saying some illusory things to fool himself.

During the few days when he pretended to be lurking in the border pit, Zhuang Yan thought about this sentence whenever he had time, but he never got the point
But when the two were forced to face more than a hundred people and were ordered to intercept them all, Zhuang Yan thoroughly understood what is called "gun feeling".

There are too many enemies, and the two of them only have two sniper rifles and two automatic rifles. Actual combat tells Zhuang Yan that you can slowly aim at the training ground, slowly check whether the shooting direction is correct, and check the environment, wind speed, and humidity variables. Wait, calculate the result and finally pull the trigger when you are sure everything is safe.

But in actual combat, except for the first shot, the rest of the shooting must follow one word - fast!

If you don't hurry, you have to die!

That feeling, that thing called "gun feeling," came back.

"Broken rice grains" suddenly became blurred.

The front sight and target hole became clear.

The feeling is coming!

Majestic pulled the trigger evenly.

bah—

First shot.

bah—

Second shot.

bah—

Then came the third shot.

Then one shot after another, with very short intervals.

"It seems that our Chief of Staff Zhuang also depends on Meng."

Standing behind the shooting ground line, Li Haiou breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't restrain his joyful smile.

Wang Xinjun said suddenly: "Li Haiou, victory is not martial! This is God busying you. But speaking of it, you haven't won yet, right?"

Shi Song said: "I think there is an [-]% chance of winning. The wind is blowing, and it's not a special sniper rifle and ammunition. It's too difficult. Look at how fast Chief of Staff Zhuang shoots... I'm afraid he himself gave up precision aiming, It's a gamble."

10 rounds, run out quickly.

Solemnly jumped up from the ground, inspected the gun, put the gun, stared in the direction of the target for a moment, turned around and calmly walked down to the shooting ground.

"It's not fair to you, why don't we hit it again?"

Maybe he felt that the victory was really invincible, maybe he really felt that he had the chance to win, so Li Haiou offered to rematch.

"The weather changes too fast, but this is a valley area, so it's true that it's easy to get windy."

He had made up his mind a long time ago, and he couldn't give others a handle. Anyway, everyone is not sure about the wind, and it's okay to be inaccurate at the same time. Isn't it his own intention to drag Zhuang Yan into the water if he can't do it?
Call again, I'm afraid there will be no problem.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yan shook his head and said: "There is no need, if you fight again, it will be like this. I have fired all 10 rounds, and if you fight again, it will be like this."

As soon as this remark came out, not only Wang Xinjun and several division-level cadres exploded, but also other officers and soldiers who heard this remark.

10 out of 10 rounds?
is it possible? !

Everyone suddenly felt like a cow was flying in the sky.

Even Hou Jun was dumbfounded.

is it possible?
He asked himself, and mentally simulated it.

Even if he showed the best level and got the best luck, under the conditions when Li Haiou was shooting, he felt that he had a chance to hit 10 out of 10 shots.

But if he were to shoot under the windy conditions during the solemn shooting, Hou Jun felt that he would fire at most 5 rounds.

And let alone talk about hitting small and medium circles.

Solemnly said he was 10 out of 10?
Why is he?
At such a long distance, he didn't have a scope, a telescope, or even a white light sight in his hand. How did he judge that he hit 10 out of 10?

Hou Jun couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't care about any discipline, so he ran over and stood not far from the teacher and Zhuang Yan, pricking up his ears to hear what else they said.

Amidst the skeptical discussion, the security personnel sent the target paper for Majestic shooting directly instead of telling them through the walkie-talkie.

Maybe the person in charge of security can't believe his own eyes. It's like if you tell people that you have seen an alien, no one will believe it. Unless you really tied an alien and sent it to others, no one will believe it.

"Xiao Wang, what's the matter? How many shots were fired?"

The security officer who delivered the target paper was a corporal, surnamed Wang. Li Haiou asked him eagerly when he saw him.

Xiao Wang held the target in his hand, with an indescribable expression on his face, and finally passed the target paper over.

"Teacher, head, you can see for yourself..."

Li Haiou took the target paper with question marks in his stomach, and unfolded it.

Lots of bullet holes on it.

He starts counting—

1...

2...

3...

4...

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(End of this chapter)