Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 129 59 Rings

The final target test results came out soon.

There were 6 bullet holes in Li Zheng's target paper.

That meant someone on his target had an extra bullet.

Of course the culprit was also found.

It's Ma Teng.

When Ma Teng fired the last shot, he rubbed his eyes due to a small accident in the previous shot, and the gun was pointed at the wrong direction.

The probability of this small accident is extremely high, that is, the gun oil splashed into the eyes.

Normally, this is rarely the case.

Because it is required not to leave too much gun oil on the parts when wiping the gun, the more oil the better.

Generally, after wiping all the parts once with an oil cloth dipped in gun oil, you need to wipe it with a clean gun cloth once or twice to ensure that there is a thin layer of oil on the gun.

But there are always times when everything is sparse, especially when wiping the bolt. The structure of the bolt is more complicated than other parts. If you don’t pay attention to it, too much gun oil will be left in the catch hook and firing hammer.

You can't see it after loading the gun, but after you shoot a few bullets, the grease hidden in the gap will be shaken out by the powerful recoil. Although it is only a small amount of oil, splashing in your eyes will make you Very uncomfortable, stimulated to tears.

This is the case with Maarten's gun.

Now the question is, how to calculate the score?

"Why, this is it!"

Wu Yi was dumbfounded.

He used to tell the non-commissioned officer who recorded the results: "My soldier got 50 rings, and the one next to him got 9 rings."

The second platoon leader Wen Lei came over to join in the fun, looked at the grades and said, "Wu Yi, are you the squad leader on the first day? This kind of thing will either cancel the grades, or count as the lowest. These two grades are 36 and 49. "

Wu Yi was not happy, saying that you are the second platoon leader, isn't it nonsense!It's not like you don't know me as a soldier, he can get full rings at will!

Wen Lei laughed when he heard this: "Come on, you guys in the platoon like to brag. Did you forget the last few times we had small confrontations? Li Zheng and Zhang Jian, the two best soldiers in your platoon are not often 49 Ring?"

He wasn't lying.

When they hadn't followed Zhuang Yan before, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian really only had half the chance to reach the full circle.

"you……"

When it comes to arguing, Wu Yi is not Wen Lei's opponent.

Hou Jun looked at the matter from the sidelines for real.

Wen Lei didn't talk nonsense.

According to Division E's previous rules, it is indeed calculated according to the lowest number of rings.

Originally, Ma Teng had 45 rings, and Li Zheng should have completed 50 rings.

But now there are only 4 bullet holes on Ma Teng's target paper, which is 36 rings when erected, just past the good line.

And here are 6 bullet holes and 59 rings. According to the lowest calculation, removing a 10 ring is 49.

No problem.

In this case, it is generally not arranged to replay. The reason is very simple, and you are responsible for your own mistakes.

Practice as a battle, when you fight a war, you can't go back and tell the enemy that I will fight another round.

This is the fact.

I went to the commander and asked if I could arrange a re-fight.

The commander at the scene was a lieutenant. He glanced at him and said, "Hou Jun, you have acted as the platoon leader. Don't we understand the rules of Division E?"

Hou Jun was blushed by what he said, and he was too embarrassed to argue.

Back here, he pulled Wu Yi and walked away: "Forget it, if you make a mistake, you will make a mistake. We are to blame for this."

Ma Teng looked at Li Zheng with a flushed face, and said with apologetic expression: "Li Zheng... I didn't do it on purpose. I was splashed with gun oil, rubbed my eyes, and didn't check after resighting..."

Li Zheng's heart was empty right now, and he looked in the solemn direction.

Zhuang Yan sat next to Deputy Master Zhang and watched all this, but didn't speak.

"Ugh……"

Li Zheng sighed, and comforted Ma Teng: "I know you didn't do it on purpose, it's my bad luck."

After speaking, he returned to the team and sat down with his gun on his back.

Fatty Wei was indignant: "Why can't you hit again?! You are completely accidental! It's not that you hit the wrong target! Why!?"

Hou Jun frowned, stood there holding back his anger, thought for a while, and turned to look for the company commander Xie Dong.

Xie Dong also saw this, but he could only shake his head: "Hou Jun, it's not that I don't want to fight for it. When you were arguing with them just now, I asked the battalion commander."

Hou Jun asked, "What did the battalion commander say?"

Xie Dong said: "If you hit hard now, will the others obey? They will also hit hard, what should you do?"

Hou Jun's heart sank.

What Xie Dong said actually has a deeper meaning.

There is no rematch for hitting the wrong target. Another reason is that if possible, the wrong target can be replayed. If a soldier wants to get a chance for a rematch, he only needs to deliberately hit the wrong target, which is equivalent to getting a resurrection in situ. Chance.

This opening cannot be opened.

Hou Jun knew there was nothing he could do.

Xie Dong went to fight for it, but he couldn't even get it, so don't even think about it.

Before returning to the team, Hou Jun was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. He couldn't scold Ma Teng, after all, it wasn't intentional, but he felt sorry for Li Zheng.

Obviously a seedling who had a chance to win the championship lost his chance because of a wrong bullet.

In the first row, only one Zhang Jian has hit a full ring.

Originally, there were two insurances, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian, competing for the first place with Zhuang Haoran in the second row and Li Yunpeng in the first battalion. Now there is only one seedling.

"Platoon leader..."

When Hou Jun didn't know how to open his mouth to tell Li Zheng that he had lost the qualification to compete for the first place, Li Zheng spoke up instead.

"Well... you say."

"It's my bad luck." Li Zheng's indifference surprised Hou Jun a little. He thought that Li Zheng would be begging himself to help him with a mournful face and give him another chance.

But Li Zheng really didn't do that.

He suddenly realized that Li Zheng was a bit like himself.

At least as bad luck.

But what he doesn't know is that for Li Zheng, many things are not bad luck, and he can overcome even the highest hurdles.

The reason is also very simple. Is there anything more difficult than losing your parents?
He could survive that year, let alone now.

Compared with other people in the same row, Li Zheng's character is relatively mature, and his ability to resist pressure is not an order of magnitude.

Hou Jun thought for a moment, and seemed to understand.

"pity……"

He is always a little bit unwilling.

I don't know why, but I just feel uncomfortable.

He vaguely felt that there was nothing wrong with Li Zheng, just like himself, lack of luck.

"It's good if you can think about it yourself." Hou Jun comforted Li Zheng, and then turned to Zhang Jian: "Whether our faction can take the first place will be up to you later, they are all masters, you can figure it out .”

Zhang Jianma replied loudly: "Yes! I guarantee that we will be ranked first."

Fatty Wei, who had always been at odds with Zhang Jian, panicked at this moment, nudged Li Zheng with his elbow and said, "Why don't you go to Chief of Staff Zhuang, he knows your strength, so he can help you talk to the deputy division commander, I see a chance."

Li Zheng looked up at Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan was chatting with Zhang Wenqing, and his attention seemed to be focused on the other recruits who were being assessed by the shooting ground.

"never mind."

He finally chose to give up.

"Doing this is not the same as finding a relationship to open the back door? Even if I take the first place, what do others think of me?"

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