Solemn raised his head slightly from behind the spear god.

From 400 meters away, the raised target post could not be seen waving.

Miss!

These two words buzzed like a hammer on the skull.

What went wrong?

The veterans next to him shot one after another.

In the distance, the target is as small as a matchstick, but the red target disc is very eye-catching.

They all hit.

Zhuang Zheng didn't have time to look, and he didn't dare to see if anyone else had hit, and whether anyone missed the target like himself.

400 meters distance......

In the past, I solemnly felt that shooting was actually very simple, wasn't it just a gap in the crosshair target three points and one line?

The gauge is ready-made, 400 meters, 4 is installed, and in terms of aiming, it is impossible to have the kind of template situation of "pressing two-thirds and leaving one-third" when shooting with 100-meter accuracy.

Not to mention the 50CM chest ring target with a length and width, as well as its 10-ring white bullseye the size of a tennis ball, now erected in the distance is a 100CM high, 50CM wide half-body target, but aiming at the crosshair gap, at a distance of 400 meters, the half-body target designed according to the width of the body of ordinary people is less than one-third of the crosshair!

Before this, solemnity had actually been theoretically explained.

Lao Qi once talked to all the soldiers of the seventh squad and taught them how to determine the shooting distance.

There are many ways to determine the firing range.

The most advanced is the use of laser rangefinders, but the PLA individual soldiers use the most primitive manual calculation method.

This includes the eye-jumping method commonly used in topography, and of course, the contrast method.

There is also the use of scopes, for example, there is a ranging curve in the white light mirror of the Type 85 sniper rifle, and it is very simple to get the distance between the target and the shooter by using the curve directly.

In addition, PLA also has a set of experience that has been explored by itself - that is, using the front sight to measure the distance.

For each gun, the front sight has a certain width, and there are different references to aiming at the target at different distances.

Taking the Type 81-1 automatic rifle in the solemn hand as an example, in the face of various targets at 50CM (the median value of the human body width is generally 50CM), when it is at 70 meters, the front sight will cover half of the target; At 150 meters, the front sight will just cover a human body; At 200 meters, two-thirds of the width of the crosshair covers the width of a human body; At 300 meters, one-half of the width of the crosshair covers the human body; At 400 meters, the width of the crosshair can only cover one-third of the half-length target.

What is this concept?

The cylindrical front sight of the Type 81-1 automatic rifle is only about one or two millimeters wide when viewed from the gap.

IN OTHER WORDS, AT A DISTANCE OF 400 METERS, A 50CM WIDE HALF-BODY TARGET IS LESS THAN ONE-THIRD OF THE CROSSHAIRS!

It's like playing with embroidery.

Zhuang Zhuang didn't know which subject he came up with for the 400-meter shooting, and he didn't know that this was the subject for assessing the top shooter.

This is already the limit of the automatic rifle in his hand, and it is almost the limit of a soldier's reliance on mechanical sights to shoot.

If there is anyone who can hit a half-body target at a distance of more than 400 meters with a mechanical sight, and he is guaranteed to hit it, he is also a genius.

Extreme distance, resulting in extreme demand.

As long as there is a slight shaking of the hand, as long as the breathing is slightly affected, and as long as the trigger is pressed with a little bit of force, the bullet will fly away and miss the target.

Solemnly and gently closed his eyes.

He was steadying his mood, and the gunshots next to him faded away, as if coming from another world.

Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath and slowly pressed his cheek raiser to the butt of his gun.

Like an old monk in his meditation, he slowly and delicately, like a master who refines a watch, leveling the gap in the crosshairs, and then slowly aiming at the target.

This is really a technical job.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Zhang Heping next to the bomb drop field outside the gate of the teaching brigade.

Zhang Heping said that it is not difficult to be a good shooter, as long as you practice hard.

But to be a top-notch, sniper-level shooter, you have to rely on talent, and there are some talents that others don't have.

The understanding of shooting, the understanding of guns, and the love affair with your own gun, falling in love with it, understanding it, making it obey you, and being one with you.

Each of the eight veterans lying beside the solemn man lacked a talent for shooting.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to rely on a mechanical sight to hit a half-body target at a distance of 400 meters.

It was almost as if he had entered another time and space, where time slowed down and so did movement.

Everything is getting so slow.

He slowly aimed at the target, slowly leveling the crosshair and the gap.

He felt the wind, it was the wind, it was the left horizontal wind.

Slowly move the crosshair to the left, pointing until the edge of the crosshair and the edge of the half-body target are just together.

No problem!

He finally pulled the trigger slowly.

Phew-

A second bullet flew out of the muzzle with a cloud of flames.

The warhead made an invisible arc in the air and flew towards a target in the distance.

A few seconds later, a thin pole stretched out from the trench opposite, and the large red target disc stood out against the yellow dirt background.

"Hit!"

He silently applauded himself in his heart.

He heard a discussion not far behind him.

Everything seems to have become completely unimportant.

A good top scorer must have the ability to eliminate all distractions.

Even if others set off firecrackers around you, you can treat them as being separated by a time and space and have nothing to do with you.

All you have to do is keep your eyes on your target and hit it with the gun in your hand.

Cai Wenming straightened up from his horse, leaned forward a little, crossed his fingers with both hands, and stared at the soldier in the distance with interest.

Private.

I only served as a soldier for most of the year.

It's not a special recruitment.

It was able to hit a half-body target at a distance of 400 meters.

This is a quality that only a top shooter, that is, a marksman!

Cai Wenming was as excited as if he had found a piece of jade, although he had more than 10,000 soldiers under his command, but such an excellent talent with shooting talent could not help but make him, a veteran of southern Xinjiang, enthusiastic.

Solemnity has found a feeling.

Shooting is like that, as soon as you hit the target for the first time, it will be like a steel stamp in your mind, and the aiming situation of the gun at the time of the hit will be firmly imprinted in your mind.

If there is one, there must be two.

The first shot must be struck while the iron is hot.

His mind was full of images of the notched crosshair and the target when he hit the target just now, and this image was already deeply ingrained in his mind.

Like a photocopier's copy, the solemn copy of the aiming situation just now was completely reproduced.

He pulled the trigger for the third time.

Phew-

The last bullet finally went out.

The bolt stepped back, pulled out a hot shell, flew to the right, and landed silently in the grass, then hung up empty, steaming from the bare chamber.

Marea raised his head slightly.

He was waiting for the target post on the opposite side to rise.

Everyone behind him, including Cai Wenming, division-level cadres and officers at all levels, were waiting for the results.

The veterans in the top team all held their breath.

The solemn first shot just now was enough to shock them.

Second shot?

Is it possible?