Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 409 High Precision

In fact, when Hughes shot, all the onlookers were not looking at whether the target was hit or not, but were all staring at the target holder, Hook.

It was to see if Hook fell down.

Hook didn't fall, even if he didn't hit the target, it was always something to be happy about.

If Hooker falls...

Fortunately.

Hook did not fall.

Two seconds after the gunshots, there was finally enthusiastic cheers.

Then someone in the binoculars saw Hooker lift his middle finger in triumph and jab the air, and the baseball caps erupted in cheers again.

"Oh! Good marksmanship!"

"Nice job, Hughes!"

"Hughes, you son-of-a-bitch are really good at it!"

Reverse row here and keep silent.

Shen Jun began to feel a little worried.

After all, Huwees fired first, and it looked like a hit.

This has created psychological pressure on Li Zheng.

He never had any doubts about Li Zheng's marksmanship, but psychologically, he didn't know how much pressure this kid who had just been promoted to private and hadn't changed his rank had.

He asked Tong Zhi: "How is Li Zhengping's psychological quality?"

Tong Zhi said: "No problem, a natural sniper."

"That's good..." Shen Jun heaved a sigh of relief.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard gunshots.

bah—

"Fuck!"

He cursed secretly, talking to Tong Zhi himself, he forgot to observe with a telescope.

So immediately raised the binoculars.

He saw Hou Jun in the distance.

Looking up and down quickly, it seems that there is no sign of being shot.

"It seems...it's okay..."

But he couldn't be sure if it hit the head target.

After a while, he saw Hou Jun in the distance raised the target, swinging it in an arc from side to side.

This action is one of the target words reported in the shooting training assessment, which means "hit 10 rings".

"bingo?"

Shen Jun's eyes lit up.

Tong Zhi, who was next to him, saw it clearly, and answered him with certainty: "I got hit!"

Shen Jun couldn't bear it anymore, rushed over, hugged Li Zheng who had just stood up after closing the insurance, and gave him a hard swing.

"Stinky boy! Come to my army! After you go back, you only need to agree, and I will ask our brigade commander to mobilize you personally!"

"Get out!" Tong Zhi hurried over to protect the calf: "You have dug the foot of the wall to our brigade? Don't you want to see where I came from?"

Shen Jun laughed and said, "I forgot all of a sudden...hahahaha! Old squad leader, you were poached by them. I dug one back, which is very reasonable. If you lend a hen, you should give the eggs The original owner, right?"

This sounds like a reasonable look...

Tong Zhi couldn't refute for a while, so he could only curse again: "Get out! Those eggs were not laid by my hen, the hen is over there—"

With that said, he pointed in the direction of Hou Jun.

The targets of Hughes and Li Zheng were quickly sent back.

After watching the target, Mister stroked his stubble and fell silent.

Hook was there cursing: "Fuck, you son of a bitch Hughes, you almost took my arm! Next time you play this kind of deadly game, find someone else! Give me the money! Give me some Money soothes my frightened heart!"

The reason why he was so excited was that although the bullet fired by Hughes also hit the target, it hit the shoulder of the head target.

Hook's hand holding the target was less than 20 centimeters away from the bullet hole.

In Hook's words, I can fucking feel the scorching heat brought by the bullet passing by!

This has nothing to do with Hughes' marksmanship, but with Hughes and his partner, the observer.

It is the effect of anti-crosswind.

Although short, although the intensity is not high, but also produced a little deviation.

In normal training, this deviation may not be a big deal, after all, it can be regarded as hitting the target.

But playing an exciting game like 1000-meter trust shooting, one centimeter could kill you.

That's why Hook was there to babble and swear.

On the other hand, Li Zheng's situation is completely different.

Li Zheng's bullet hole was at the head of the target, a little lower to the left.

Mister estimated the deviation at a glance, about 5 centimeters.

Amazing accuracy!

In other words, even if a gangster took a hostage at a distance of 1000 meters, as long as half of his head was exposed, Li Zheng was capable of killing him.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Li Zheng again.

Really a private?
Have all Chinese people become refined?
He used to know that the Chinese special forces soldier was also a crazy man, but he was a member of the special forces at the national level, but the one in front of him was a quick-reverse platoon recruit from a peacekeeping battalion.

He couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he asked Li Zheng, "Are you really a private?"

Li Zheng said with a sneer: "Actually, it's not counted!"

Mister grinned: "Sure enough, I knew you wouldn't be a recruit."

Li Zheng said: "I served as a soldier for one year and three months. In fact, I was just promoted to a private. It's just that my military rank has not been given a new rank because I am abroad, so I am still half a private."

Meister's smile froze.

This……

There is really not much difference between a private of one year and three months and a private of one year.

He was a little speechless.

So I couldn't help but asked Li Zheng again: "Can you tell me, who did we lose today?"

Li Zheng said, "My name is Li Zheng."

Mister said, "I want to know which unit you belong to."

Li Zheng said: "The Huaxia Peacekeeping Battalion will soon return to the first class."

Mister: "...I mean, is your original unit number a special forces unit?"

Li Zheng laughed even harder: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Mister was not annoyed at all, but laughed out loud.

Li Zheng said: "Then tell me, which unit's special operations unit do you belong to? Delta? SEAL Six? Or CIA?"

Mister imitated Li Zheng's tone and replied: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Li Zheng also laughed out loud.

Mister said: "Do all Chinese soldiers speak English as well as you?"

Li Zheng said, "Almost, my accent is less."

Mister suddenly said something in Chinese: "Do you hear my Chinese accent?"

Li Zheng was taken aback.

Mister's Chinese is really pure. Although he can't speak 100% standard Mandarin, he still has [-] to [-]% of his skills, which is more standard than the Mandarin of many people in remote areas.

Li Zheng asked in surprise, "Do you understand Chinese?"

Mist nodded: "Understand a little."

Li Zheng suddenly laughed maliciously: "Learn this, do you want to deal with us?"

Mister shook his head: "You can't say that, don't you have an old saying-know yourself and your enemy?"

Li Zheng said, "That would be even more malicious."

Mister straightened his face, and said seriously: "Actually, a friend of mine taught me, but I can't tell you who he is."

Li Zheng also said: "My English was also taught by one of my teachers, but I can't tell you who he is."

"Hahahaha!"

Hughes came over.

He saw Li Zheng's target.

At this time, Hughes' face was ashen, but he still extended his hand generously: "Li, I admire your marksmanship very much, you are a sniper genius."

Li Zheng said: "Actually, you didn't pay attention to the anti-crosswind 700 meters away when you fired the gun, did you?"

Hughes was startled for a moment, then nodded immediately: "I was careless."

Then he added: "Again, you are a respectable soldier, Lee."

The two shook hands again.

At this time, Fan'er who suffered the most neglect was the paratroopers of the Gallic Rooster.

They are also the most lonely...

Neither Alfonso nor Frank expected this ending.

The bureau was organized by them. In the end, Yingjiang and the Huaxia people talked nicely to each other there, but their host...

was completely left out.

Frank finally did not follow.

700 meters stopped.

Maybe he also knew it was a wise decision.

If you go hard, your subordinates will be injured.

not worth it.

The lunch that day was very rich, and Colonel Alfonso was very sincere.

That day was also Li Zheng's most satisfying lunch in country L. Instead of eating food, his stomach was filled with drinks.

He suddenly found that he really liked this atmosphere.

This kind of comrade-in-arms is by my side, this kind of environment for competing and communicating with soldiers from various countries.

Blood, guns, thrills, excitement, strength and collision...

That's a taste that you can't try in school.

Not many people knew about the contest with the Eagle Sauce baseball cap team, and the scope was limited to the few peacekeeping battalions who were on the scene that day and the people from the baseball cap team.

Although it was occasionally mentioned secretly afterwards, no one mentioned it publicly.

Li Zheng didn't know why, and he didn't want to know why. Maybe this kind of thing wasn't worth spreading the word everywhere. Maybe Colonel Alfonso felt that this made him lose face. Maybe everyone didn't want to let him know. The Gauls were embarrassed. Anyway, after that day, it seemed that nothing had happened, and nothing had changed much.

But after that day, the attitude of the Gauls toward the people in the Huaxia peacekeeping camp improved a lot.

Nothing has changed, but some things are gradually changing.

Li Zheng and his comrades gradually felt many things.

　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)