Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 76 Take a small notebook for you to write down

Hou Jun's words made the recruits in front of them feel uneasy.

First of all, Li is happy.

He knew that this meant that Hou Jun was going to teach him real skills.

This veteran is a master himself, and his mind is full of years of experience, which can be called a treasure.

If you can learn it, you will definitely improve.

Li Zheng is a studious person who has a strong thirst for knowledge about anything he doesn't understand.

Especially sharpshooters and snipers.

I watched a lot of movies and TV shows before, what are real sharpshooters and snipers like?
Now that I think that I have the opportunity to experience it, I am of course very happy.

Zhang Jian had another idea. He was a little unconvinced. He felt that the veteran in front of him didn't show any respect to himself, but he didn't dare to have any opinions. It was okay to bluff other soldiers of the same age. Who is Hou Jun?

A man who no one dared to say number one on the division E scorer list.

Fatty Wei is completely different from Li Zheng and Zhang Jian. He is afraid first.

In his opinion, there will be no pies in the sky for no reason, but all grades and levels can only be obtained through hard work, sweat and even blood. There is no free lunch in the world. He has understood this truth since junior high school.

Therefore, when Hou Jun said that he wanted to raise them to the "top" training level, it was tantamount to announcing that he would increase the intensity of training.

Just thinking about it made him want to pee.

Hou Jun continued: "What Zhang Jian said just now is correct, I will put a bullet casing on your muzzle flash suppressor, this bullet casing can not only keep the gun body stable, but more importantly, it can Exercise your stamina and spirit. If you can’t shoot correctly, it’s not that your level is not good, but your mentality is impetuous. The first few shots have scored 10 rings, which proves that you have the ability to hit 10 rings, but you don’t have the ability to maintain your own state. Previous A few shots hit the bull's-eye, whether people drift or relax, or because of various psychological and environmental factors, the muzzle is not allowed. As long as there is a slight error, 10 rings will He flew away. I went to see Zhuang Haoran during his training. His breath is much more stable than yours. He is less restless and irritable, and more stable. I seem to have forgotten everything around me. In your world, there are only you, the gun, and the target bullseye. If you can do this, you can be considered a top-notch shooter, and you can shoot 10 rings like me, the squad leader."

At the end, Hou Jun immediately ordered several recruits to get down, asked them to put inspection mirrors on their guns, and then put bullet casings on the flash suppressors of their guns one by one.

The bottom of the shell case is flat, and it can be stabilized on the muzzle flash hider, but it is easy to fall.

As soon as the shell casings were finished, the shell casings on the muzzle of Fatty Wei fell down and landed on the grass.

Fatty Wei was startled, his hairs stood on end.He wanted to pick it up but didn't dare to reach out to pick it up. When he checked his head, he saw that Hou Jun was also staring at him.

"Platoon leader... the wind is strong..."

"Don't talk about it." Hou Jun went to pick up the bullet casings and put them on the muzzle of Fatty Wei: "I don't need to count that time just now, but if I drop it again this time, I will put it on your account, one at a time." Three kilometers, one drop is counted as one three kilometers, five drops are enough to start adding up to five kilometers, and it is settled once a day, and if you can’t finish running in one day, you will run the next day until you run all the places. Don’t say that this is I’m punishing you, it’s for your own good, the bullet casings are dropped because your breath is not stable, since your breath is not stable, it has something to do with your lung capacity, how to train your lung capacity? Of course, the best training method is long-distance running, the more you run, The greater the lung capacity, the more stable you will be when shooting in the future. You see, I am a reasonable person, and I have already given you a chance..."

Fatty Wei almost cried when he heard that.

Hou Jun is more ruthless than usury.

After finishing speaking, he stood up and swept a few recruits lying on the ground.

Everyone's shell casings are still intact.

But looking at the nervous expressions on everyone's faces, everyone remembered Hou Jun's warning just now.

One drop counts once, and the small shell case can be seen shaking slightly with the naked eye in a strong wind, and it is uncertain when it will fall to the ground without warning.

Everyone's heart is more bitter than lotus seeds, but no one dares to say a word of objection.

Firstly, it is useless for someone like Hou Jun to object; secondly, the bullet casing is already on the muzzle of the gun, let alone talking, and you have to be careful even when you breathe, otherwise the bullet casing will fall to the ground if it is a little bigger.

"From now on, take half an hour to get used to it. Remember, you are aiming at the target now. Don't try to be lazy and relax. Believe me, as long as you relax a little, the bullet casing will definitely fall to the ground. As long as I lie down and check your target When the hole sight and the bullseye are not in the correct aiming state, it is still three kilometers. You can relax or move secretly, no problem. If you have the ability to be lazy and keep the bullet casings from falling, you can still hide it from me. That is your skill. Start timing !"

With an order, Hou Jun pressed the timer of the stopwatch, then found a shade tree across from them, sat down comfortably, and leaned on the trunk to look at the recruits not far away.

For the intensity of this kind of stability training, Li Zheng was not mentally prepared enough from the beginning.

Don't you just lie on your stomach as usual?
As long as the gun is stable, half an hour will pass quickly.

In fact, not only him, but Yang Hui and other comrades-in-arms all felt that as long as they were careful, everything would not be too simple!
But soon, Li Zheng realized that he thought too highly of himself, and also underestimated the "top-notch" training model that Hou Jun said.

flutter--

Yang Hui's bullet casing was the second to fall to the ground after Fatty Wei.

Hou Jun jumped up from the ground, holding the watch second in his hand, as excited as if he saw the shopkeeper who came to the door from a big customer.

"Aha! It's only 20 minutes and 3 seconds! The first one to land is Yang Hui! Congratulations to Comrade Yang Hui, happy to mention [-] kilometers once!"

After speaking, he took out a small notebook, took a pencil tip and wrote it down carefully, and drew a "one" after Yang Hui's name.

After memorizing it, he went over and asked Yang Hui to adjust the aiming situation, and put the bullet casing back after confirming it.

It wasn't long after Yang Hui's bullet case fell to the ground, another accident happened to Fatty Wei.

At noon today, there was a chive box in the Silian dining hall that was well made. Fatty Wei ate seven of them with a face. He went back to the row room and filled a pot of water. His stomach was full of a mixture of leek leaves and starch, but he couldn’t hold back He hiccupped lightly, and then he saw in despair that the head of the cartridge case on the muzzle of the gun tilted and fell to the ground...

"Platoon leader, I..."

He seemed to explain that it was because the leek box caused him to burp so that the shell fell to the ground, and asked to let it go.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to say them.

the reason is simple.

The platoon leader himself participated in the selection last time, because he farted when he pulled the trigger, and his qualifications for the competition were all destroyed. Hiccups are considered a ball!Can it be a reason for exemption?
"What do you want to say?" Hou Jun, who was squatting beside him to pick up bullet casings, asked, "Do you want to explain?"

Fatty Wei shook his head bitterly: "No, I only have one request."

Hou Jun said simply: "Say!"

Fatty Wei moved his abdominal muscles vigorously, and then tried to move his stomach. Finally, with an "uh", he hiccupped heavily from the depths of his throat, squeezing out all the excess gas in his stomach.

A strong smell suddenly penetrated Hou Jun's nostrils, he jumped up like an arrow, stepped back several steps, and cursed: "Wei Guoxing, you kid, you eat shit at noon?"

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