I asked you to repeat your senior year of high school, but did you miss out on joining the military

Chapter 83 Target practice, how many hits did he hit?

There are three shooting ranges in the new training base, each with nine targets.

That is to say, three classes can be played at the same time in each round.

Chen Jun led his men to rush over in a mighty manner. He carefully calculated and followed the rule that one area should be attacked first.

It was their turn for the third team to appear, which happened to be the seventh round. If nothing else happened, they would be assigned to the No. 3 shooting range.

So, Chen Jun simply took people to the No. 3 shooting range and waited.

The three shooting ranges are all next to each other, in the northwest corner of the training ground. No one usually comes here, but now news of the target shooting test has spread.

Good guy, all the students from the five divisions are gathering here.

There was a huge crowd, and those who were not notified of the target shooting were even more excited than those who were waiting for the target shooting. They gathered around and stood on tiptoes to look this way.

The pickets who were usually responsible for patrolling the base all came over to temporarily serve as ordnance officers, reinforcing the targets and replacing target paper.

Order must also be maintained on the periphery.

Within less than five minutes of being notified, the entire training ground was in a state of excitement.

Chen Jun looked around and found that almost everyone's faces were full of excitement. The atmosphere was more festive than the Chinese New Year.

Yang Fan and Liang Kui got together and murmured about the precautions for target practice.

Chen Jun listened for a while and really didn't know where these two brothers got their experience. They actually pulled Shen Congjun and wanted to teach him.

The key is that this honest guy also believed it. He squatted there with a look of curiosity on his face, and the three of them actually chatted together.

Chen Jun pursed his lips, glanced at them twice, and said nothing.

the other side.

Wang Heng also hurriedly ran to get the bullets, and the second squad leader Chu Hongfei opened the box he brought over.

The bullets there are in boxes, each box contains one hundred rounds of bullets.

"Come on, Lao Wang, you guys will start first."

Chu Hongfei took out a box from the box, opened it, counted thirty-five bullets, and handed it to the captain of the fourth team, who counted it again.

Finally, the captain of the first team was responsible for putting them one by one into another empty box that had been prepared in advance. After repeatedly confirming that the quantity was correct, he handed it to Wang Heng.

During the whole process, Wang Heng stood in front of them and watched eagerly without saying a word.

For live ammunition target shooting, the process of distributing bullets in Lu Yuan is actually shortened compared to that in the army.

At least Wang Heng can do the errands for him.

If they are in the army, after several rounds of inspections and repeated confirmation, the new recruits will be directly allocated five rounds per person.

After all, if there is a gun but no ammunition, then it is just an iron lump.

But paired with these live ammunition, the gun will transform from an iron lump into a deadly weapon.

There are too many people in the zone, and it would take too long to allocate them one by one. What's more, the space is limited, and the college does not dare to let the new students keep it for too long.

Therefore, let the squad leader keep it first, and then distribute it to the next one round by round.

When Wang Heng received the box, Chu Hongfei did not forget to remind him: "Old Wang, remember to collect the bullet casings and come back later to register."

"Don't neglect this."

"Hey, I got it." Wang Heng waved his hand.

Quickly came to the shooting range and found where Chen Jun and the others were.

Normally no one in the class misses Wang Heng, but it's different now.

Target shooting, this kind of thing is so cool just thinking about it, it always tugs at everyone's heartstrings.

Seeing Wang Heng coming back, a group of people surrounded him with a "crash".

Everyone stared at him with amusement.

"What are you doing?"

"Everyone line up and stand at the back, and wait until the armorer is sorted according to the class and reads to our class."

Wang Heng's face was grim, and he immediately put on his airs.

Chen Jun stood aside and did not come over because he knew it would not happen now and the first team had not started yet.

Bullets are being fired at this time, and the scene is so chaotic. Students from all divisions are here. What if someone is messing around and misfires?

"Hey, squad leader, let me take a look and see what the bullet looks like." Yang Fan approached with a smile on his face.

As a result, as expected, Wang Heng slapped him on the back of the head again.

In an instant, the whole class fell silent.

Stand at the back and line up obediently.

This scene made Chen Jun grin. He felt that Wang Heng was cutting smoothly. As long as Yang Fan spoke, his palm would be cut with the wind.

The action is quite silky smooth.

About ten minutes later, the squad leaders came back one after another, and the nearby pickets responsible for maintaining order began to set up a cordon around the shooting range.

All students who were close to each other, regardless of whether they were in the same division or not, were all rushed outside the line to wait.

District captain Li Zhao and counselor Zhang Xufeng also came nearby to see the results of the first target shooting test in the first district.

At this time, the venue is also ready.

One of the seniors served as the armorer, holding a small flag and shouting loudly.

"The first division, the first team, the first class, the second class, and the third class correspond to the No. 1 shooting range, the No. 2 shooting range, and the No. 3 shooting range. Start lining up to prepare."

"Attention, all classes, the five rounds of bullets fired this time were all shot from the prone position. The target is a 100-meter chest ring. Wait for the command."

It's finally starting.

Chen Jun stood in the queue at the back, watching the new students from other classes enter with interest.

He found that in the class where the serial number was read out, the monitors of each class seemed to be more nervous than the new students who were practicing target, as they led the team into the venue one by one.

Don't forget to keep telling me.

When firing bullets, he was still giving careful instructions.

The new students who have been waiting to come on the scene lie down in their respective pits, put the magazine into the magazine, turn on the safety to single-shot mode, pull the bolt, and start taking aim.

Several squad leaders then fled away and ran outside the cordon.

Wait until everything is ready.

The armorer who was responsible for calling out the serial number just now raised the small flag in his hand and suddenly dropped it.

At the same time, he shouted: "Shoot!!"

Bang bang bang.
Twenty-one new students from three classes pulled the triggers almost simultaneously, and gunfire rang out.

The crowd watching the excitement in the back instantly fell silent. It was the first time for most people to hear the sound of gunshots.

The sound is similar to that of setting off firecrackers during the New Year, but it is crisper than the sound of firecrackers.

It’s also more shocking.

"Everyone has it. Remove the magazine, confirm whether there are bullets in the magazine, and continuously pull the bolt to check."

"After the inspection is completed, put your gun away and stand up."

"Each squad leader comes to lead the team and inspect the shell casings."

Following the instructions from the ordnance officer, the new students in the three classes stood up in unison.

After each squad leader arrived at the position and collected all the empty bullet casings, a few more ordnance officers emerged from the deep pit next to the target position, inspecting the target and reporting the target.

Target reporting session.

The students waiting behind them almost had their ears stretched out like rabbits.

Everyone wants to hear how other classes did on their first target practice.

"Shooting range No. 1, target No. 1, five bullets and twelve rings."

"Shooting range No. 1, target No. 2, five bullets, twenty-one rings."

"Shooting range No. 1, target No. 3, five bullets, five rings."

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The results of the target announcement were read out loud, and Chen Jun secretly paid attention to it.

In the first round of three classes, the best result was the twenty-one ring.

The worst is the fifth ring. Of course, there is no room for decline in this score, because scores below the fifth ring will not be calculated by default.

The results of the twenty-one students in this round were not satisfactory, and none even passed the 35th level.

But this is also normal.

It's the first time to shoot with live ammunition. If you don't miss the target or hit someone else's target, that's pretty good.

At least in the first round, only three or four missed the target, and the others managed to hit their target.

Chen Jun and the others are all waiting eagerly for the next round, the second round, the third round, the fourth round, and the fifth round.

In the fifth round, a passing result of 36 rings finally appeared.

Good guy, that made the squad leader of the second team so excited that he almost jumped when he walked.

Time passed by, and only the armorer was left on the field repeating the instructions loudly.

In the distance, the new students who were watching were not as excited as they were at the beginning, nor were they initially energetic.

Mainly because my grades were so bad.

Before anyone shoots a gun, doesn't he always imagine that he will be the "gun master" and kill all the enemies?
However, as five rounds passed, the person No. 100 played once before getting a passing result. This was nothing more than a shadow cast on the hearts of those who followed.

Even Li Zhao, captain of the first division, frowned and was very dissatisfied with the test results of each class.

Twenty-one people are on the field in a round, and at worst they have to achieve a passing result in each round.

Only one came out in these five rounds. Although it was the first time to practice target, it was just a test and not an assessment, but it couldn't be too bad, right?

Counselor Zhang Xufeng noticed that Li Zhao was a little out of sorts at this moment, and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, Lao Li, my grades are a bit low, but it's not impossible to see."

"After all, it's okay. I'll apply for another batch of bullets from the Jincheng Military Region in a few days and practice it twice more."

"What's more, there are only two teams. There are still four teams that haven't played yet. Don't worry."

"Ok!"

Li Zhao nodded silently. He had no other choice but to stand here and watch.

You can't just rush over and scold those monitors, right?

"The second team of the first division, squad nine, and squad ten, and the third team, squad one, correspond to shooting ranges one, two, and three. Start preparations."

Finally it was Chen Jun's turn.

Wang Heng, who had been waiting nervously next to him, almost jumped up when he heard his class number was reported.

"Quick, quick, start lining up."

"Chen Jun, you are at the front of the line. Hurry up, carry your gun and line up in an orderly manner."

"Everyone, listen to me. When we do target practice, it doesn't matter what the other classes' scores were just now. Don't be affected or nervous."

"Just follow the tips I usually teach you. Don't look forward or backward, just go ahead and fight boldly."

"Pay attention, don't be nervous, relax, just treat it as a normal practice of holding a gun, don't think too much."

Wang Heng led the team and gave instructions all the way.

Chen Jun finally understood what the monitors were chattering about just now.

Waiting to enter shooting range three.

Wang Heng took out the box containing bullets from his pocket, counted out five bullets each and fired them.

Looking at the five golden bullets lying in the palm of their hands, Liang Kui and the others swallowed in excitement.

Chen Jun was not interested in observing the bullets, so he took off the magazine and pressed the bullets in one after another skillfully.

Then, with a click, the magazine was loaded.

Wang Heng, who was urging people to work hard next to him, noticed Chen Jun's movements and his eyes flickered.

"Chen Jun, don't be nervous. Your first grade doesn't matter. Relax. You must relax your mind."

Chen Jun, who was checking the gun, was suddenly startled when he heard Wang Heng's special instructions.

Because Wang Heng, who is usually the most honorable person, never says that his grades are nothing.

I just warned you all the way, and I didn’t say this to anyone else.

Why do you say this only when you are facing him?
After Chen Jun thought about it carefully, he understood what Wang Heng meant, and then he smiled and said: "Don't worry, squad leader, my heart is at ease."

"not nervous."

"Well, that's good. According to the queue order, Chen Jun is your target No. 1, Liang Kui is the target No. 2, and He Jing is the target No. 3."

"Prepare."

After the explanation, Wang Heng was still looking back at the people in his class, especially looking at Chen Jun several times in a row.

In this regard, Chen Jun also understands Wang Heng's concerns.

Shooting is different from other training. This one requires talent and hard work, which is commonly known as feeding with bullets.

In fact, there are many recruits in the army who were very good in physical fitness and tactics at the beginning, but because of a poor live-fire shooting performance, they even lost confidence and motivation.

Of course, there are also recruits who are ordinary in other aspects. When it comes to shooting, they will shoot accurately.

It's hard to say this kind of thing, after all, the first test is related to luck and talent.

Wang Heng was also afraid of Chen Jun, who had been making great progress, because if he was hit by this, it would be too much of a loss.

Anyway, no one understands talent.

But the problem is that what Chen Jun relies on is not talent.

That's real real strength.

When the ordnance officer raised the small flag, Chen Jun and the others quickly lay down in their respective target positions, turned on the gun safety, and switched to single-shot mode.

Chen Jun lay on the ground, looking through the sight hole at the chest ring target a hundred meters away.

Although automatic rifles similar to the Type 95 gun family are equipped with a three-fold optical sight when they leave the factory, due to the influence of some traditional concepts and first-time target shooting.

Scopes are rarely issued to students.

Shooting a 100-meter target with a machine sight is quite difficult for other newcomers.

But for the experienced Chen Jun, his shooting performance will not be bad just by feeling.

What's more, he has been lying here for a long time.

Based on the calculation that the maximum distance of the Type 95-1 automatic rifle is 600 meters, if you want to hit the ten-ring red heart on the 100-meter breast target, you don't need to consider wind speed, gravity, and a series of external factors.

Along with the small flag in the armsman's hand fell.

The command to shoot was shouted.

Chen Jun's eyes narrowed, he held his breath and pulled the trigger with his finger.

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

Five shots in rapid succession.

Then, he removed the magazine, checked it, clicked the bolt a few times, put away the gun and stood up.

In the distance, Wang Heng, who had been paying attention here, his eyebrows jumped.

Something feels bad.

How could anyone shoot so fast for the first time in target practice? Next to them, Liang Kui and He Jing were still lying there, but he had already put away his gun and stood up?
Compared to Wang Heng's impatience, Chen Jun was quite calm.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When it was finally time to report the target, Wang Heng rushed into the No. 3 shooting range and looked nervously at the armorer in the distance.

"Shooting range No. 32, target No. , five bullets, rings."

"No. 27 shooting range, No. target, five bullets, rings."

"Shooting range No. 50, target No. , five bullets, rings."

What?
Wang Heng stared at the armorer with disbelief.

Even the district captain Li Zhao, who had been gloomy in the distance, heard the result of 50 rings.

Can't stand still.

He strode to the target testing area outside the field and said loudly.

"Report the result of Target No. 1 at Shooting Range No. 3 again. How much is it?"

"Quick, bring the target paper."

(End of this chapter)