Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 554 Wu Wu Second
Li Zheng's first shot attracted the attention of many people present.

In addition to Jeffrey, it also includes those big figures on the rostrum.

5 shots, the time is 60 seconds, and the average time of each shot cannot exceed 12 seconds.

Requirements are fast and accurate.

12 seconds seems a long time, but the period is very short.

Because long-distance shooting must be fired at a high multiple, as long as the gun body vibrates too much, the target is easy to lose, so carefully re-control the gun to find the target and use the front sight to aim.

The whole process requires the sniper to have great control over the stability of the gun, and to be calm.

Even if you lose your target in a short period of time, don't panic.

Once flustered, it is more difficult to find the target.

According to Li Zheng's specialty, the stability of the gun is Li Zheng's specialty, and Hou Jun is a very good teacher. Since Li Zheng entered his class, the basic training has been solid, and it is only then that he fainted due to holding the gun for several hours.

The seal rubbed his eyes, continued to look at the camera for a while, and then raised his head and said to Jeffrey in disbelief: "Colonel, this kid has hit 10 rings in all four remaining shots."

Still too young, after all, he's just a corporal, isn't he?
For a senior soldier, it's pretty good, but unfortunately, no one cares about your rank when you compete with masters.

Two of his soldiers got off the target and went up to report the results to him first.

bah—

As a sniper, if you hit the same number of rings, you can also calculate the time.

Hou Jun suddenly remembered that he was here to report his achievements, so he opened his mouth and said, "Brigade Commander, I..."

The previous scores failed to break the previous record of the SEALs, and the highest score was only 60 points.

He also laughed.

"It seems that the first place in this single event belongs to the Americans."

Already some people are giving up the struggle.

The probability of hitting 10 rings in a row with the last four shots will be very, very low, harder than winning the lottery.

Heart sighed.

The strength is there, you can adjust it as you like, I can do it as you like, I will hit it.

Jeffrey murmured: "Too urgent..."

How to break?
Measure the offset distance from the bullet hole to the bullseye.

"The number one is not American, but Chinese."

bah—

In less than a second, a bullet hole appeared on the sniper chest ring target.

"SHIT!"

Those who are happy to see American jokes are already laughing.

Solemnly said to Hou Jun, "Let's talk about it later."

Only snipers or veterans who have really gotten into the door understand the significance behind this seemingly ridiculous training.

Under the high-magnification telescope, most of the field of view of the lens is occupied by the sniper chest ring target, and the number of rings and bullet holes on it are clear.

Hou Jun on the side looked like a lost soul fish, his eyes were a little lost.

He shook his head slightly.

After going around a few times, he still found a reason to comfort himself.

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly and comforted him: "Don't be burdened, any sniper can't guarantee that he will never miss, let alone using this kind of bullet, the 9th ring is already quite powerful."

On the PLA side, Zhong Zhipeng's expression darkened.

Majestic is still like a sculpture, holding hands and looking at the target in the distance.

Jeffrey turned to look at his subordinates.

"what?!"

Suddenly someone raised an objection.

Zhong Zhipeng was finally able to laugh, even out loud.

"54 seconds, I think it was 54.65."

"It's already pretty good, I guess the highest score today is 80."

Jeffrey took the telescope sent by his subordinates, fixed it next to his rest tent with a tripod, and pointed it at Li Zheng's target.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the electronic scoreboard.

The solemnity was still the same, with no expression on his face showing any signs of psychology.

The time is accurate to the last two digits, and it is almost impossible to produce the same number of rings at the same time, avoiding double champions.

Everyone present was staring at the scoreboard.

A shot of 9 is to the right, and the rest are all in the bull's eye, almost forming a hole, and the distribution is very small.

When Li Zheng's results appeared, some of the people present sighed, and some heaved a sigh of relief.

Even if you have the same number of rings and the same time, don't worry, there is still a way to cut off one or two for you.

A seal next to him leaned over to look at the camera curiously, and saw a bullet hole next to the ten rings of the target.

In such a rush...

"Second...second..."

"wrong……"

It is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

"Hahahaha!"

"Look at the time, what time was the seal sniper just now? Can anyone tell me?"

Zhong Zhipeng on the side suddenly said: "The results are out!"

bah—

Whoever is closest to the bull's-eye wins.

Li Zheng fired the last four bullets in a row.

Everyone looked at the scoreboard.

In his opinion, if the first shot misses and misses the 10 ring, then he must be calm and finish the remaining four shots steadily.

At least half of the first medal in this individual subject is already in his hands.

What's more, if the first shot didn't hit the 10 ring, it would have a certain impact on the sniper's psychology, that's all.

Even if I have done so much work, it is still in vain, and no small tricks can stop the pace of the former.

"It's a pity... It's only one ring short, and I didn't get a full score."

Even if the last four shots all hit the bull's-eye, it would only be a tie.

"Second is not bad...at least the total score will not be too much..."

After such an operation, the probability of double championships is close to zero.

Only in this way can we ensure that the last four guns maintain higher accuracy and regain the advantage.

The first shot will give you a 9 ring.

Li Zheng shook his head and said embarrassedly: "Brigade Commander, I missed... I hit a 9 on the first shot, and I tried my best."

A feeling of helplessness passed through my heart.

Not far away, Colonel Geoffrey also saw the time gap.

Just when Jeffrey finally found a reason to calm himself down, one of his deputy team leaders yelled a little excitedly.

"Colonel!"

There is still time behind Li Zheng's ring score, and the time display is 49.32 seconds.

Suddenly, the seal, which had been lying down in front of the telescope, let out a deep exclamation: "It's incredible!"

bah—

Many recruits felt that this was simply torture, and that the squad leader was crazy.

Jeffrey pushed away his subordinates and leaned in front of the camera to observe himself.

"Oh! This is ridiculous, a seal can lose like this..."

"9 rings?!"

Geoffrey, who was lying in front of the camera and staring at the target, suddenly raised his head, and a smile appeared on his old melon-like face.

He knew that the biggest threat today was the corporal.

On the other side, Jeffrey was furious, but he had no choice but to start circling in small circles again, patting his depression.

Looking at his expression solemnly, he guessed that the four shots just now were probably not shot well, so he didn't ask about the results, so as not to burden him psychologically.

He cursed.

"Ok?"

When he first came into contact with gun training, Li Zheng, like all recruits, had the same question—is this kind of training useful?
Even the squad leader Tiger came over quietly while you were holding the gun, yanked the body of your gun, swung your trigger, and pushed you from behind to see if you maintained a stable posture. Are you being lazy.

Jeffrey reached out to wipe the rainwater off his face, and looked in the solemn direction involuntarily.

Jeffrey looked up and saw his deputy leader pointing not far away, so he turned around and took a look.

That's where the scoreboard is.

After he saw the numbers on the card, the white man's complexion turned even paler.

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(End of this chapter)