The previous shot, although it was targeted, was only a left lower six rings.

If it deviates a few centimeters further, his third shot will miss the target.

This made Zhuang Yan break out in a cold sweat.

On the fourth shot, he fired a shot according to the aiming situation and feel of the first and second shots.

Sure enough, it's still the eighth from the right, but it's a little lower.

When there was only one bullet left in the chamber of the Type 85 sniper rifle, Zhuang Yan finally figured out a fact.

Want to make sure to hit 10 rings?

Think beautifully!

Fuck the correction, this is beyond the normal limits of this gun, and it's not something you should be considering.

The four shots fired before, three shots on the right and eight, and one shot on the left and six on the left, the bottom six of that shot was actually the result of the shooting after deliberately making a slight correction.

It's better not to fix it, and the more you fix it, the more rubbish it is.

There was no problem with the aiming point of his first three shots, probably because of the temperature of the shooting range, wind direction, humidity and other messy subtle factors, so he let his bullets run to the right eighth.

600 meters only deviated 10CM and hit the area of the 8th ring, which has burned the luck of the high incense tomb and smoked, and he actually wanted to correct it?

That can only kill yourself, at least now I don't have the ability to do this and don't have this urine.

In the end, the third shot, which I deliberately made a little correction, almost missed the target, which proves one thing - the three shots in the 8th ring area are not wrong and do not need to be corrected.

Once you figure it out, you won't aim at the gun.

Do everything for aiming and firing yourself, and do a good job of the "cause" in the shooting process, as for the bullet flying out and missing 10 rings, you can only leave it to the sky.

He closed his eyes, steadied his breath, and then opened them, looking through the scope into the chest ring target in the distance.

When the arrow is pointed at the target, he gently presses the trigger.

The audience was silent, and under the hot sun, solemnly felt that his back was covered with sweat, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead oozing from the edge of the small hat and sliding down his cheeks.

"Ten Rings!"

Xiao Jingui of the top team of the 1st Division was the first to exclaim.

Then the others started screaming as if they saw a person with a lottery prize in front of them.

"Holy! God! ”

"Paralyzing, I read that right! It's really 10! ”

"Is this human!?"

In the midst of a large number of exclamations, he solemnly got up, checked the gun, turned off the insurance, carried the gun, and got off the firing line.

Don't look at it.

It's redundant to see.

It's 10 rings, and I didn't run!

He felt that he had to pretend to be thorough, and if he looked back, he would lose.

What I want is this kind of taste, what I want is this style, what I want is this kind of momentum - Nima Lao Tzu hit, hit, but not in Lao Tzu's eyes, I am awesome, I can still play 10 rings next time, 10 rings is nothing remarkable! Isn't it just a broken 10 ring!?

"Captain, shall we go back to dinner?" walked to Zhang Dacang's side and solemnly held back a smile.

After saying that, he walked in the direction of the barracks.

On weekdays, the reconnaissance battalion commander Zhang Dacannon, who was used to being forced in the 1st Division, was stunned in place this time.

It took him a while before he came back to his senses, glanced in the direction of solemn distance, and said to himself, "Hey! This should be my line, right!? ”

Solemnly carrying the long 85 sniper rifle, he walked unhurriedly on the cement road leading from the shooting range to the barracks, like a chivalrous man who kills one person in ten steps and does not stay for thousands of miles.

Zhang Dacang suddenly laughed.

A heartfelt joy welled up in my heart.

It seems that the previous 10 rings were played by him personally.

Excellent people tend to think that making history with another excellent person is the most memorable and the most memorable.

The same goes for good soldiers.

You are a good soldier, and so am I, the years we have gone through together, brother, I will remember it in my heart and never forget it.

It's an honor......

I can serve with you.

"Let's go, let's go! The top team of the 1st division, go back to eat! Let's go back to dinner! At noon, please drink soda to relieve the heat! ”

The top men of the 1st Division's shooting squad noisily took their guns and left the shooting range with bullets.

Eventually, people from other units in the range also left.

Only the soldiers of the 2nd Division remained.

Chen Xiaobo stood in place until he couldn't see his solemn back, then he turned to his soldiers and said, "Let's go too, go back to eat!" ”

Everyone began to evacuate, only Gao Xiaoyang stood still.

Chen Xiaobo walked a few steps, looked back at him, and turned back again.

"What's wrong?"

Gao Xiaoyang's face was not very good, and he shook his head and said, "How is it possible?" ”

"How could it be?" Chen Xiaobo said: "Xiaoyang, I told you, that solemn will be your strongest opponent, be careful." ”

Gao Xiaoyang said: "Captain, that gun ......"

"Huh?" Chen Xiaobo didn't seem to hear clearly.

"I can't shoot that shot......," Mr. Gao said.

Chen Xiaobo comforted: "Hi! It's okay, you think a solemn gun can be hit? Not necessarily, I can guarantee that the last shot was also leaning on Meng, didn't you see it? One of his shots almost missed. ”

Chen Xiaobo's comfort made Gao Xiaoyang seem to feel better.

However, the shadow in my heart was already there, like a black cloud slowly moving from the edge of the sky, and soon enveloped my heart, and it was gray.

One shot to fame.

This shot in the solemn morning made him a big celebrity in the top team.

Many top students in other projects came to the shooting team's platoon room to congratulate Zhuang Zheng, and by the way, they listened to others bragging about Zheng Zheng, saying how awesome they were at that time, how powerful they were, and how they made other divisions stunned.

Xu Xingguo didn't come.

Zhuang Zheng didn't see Xu Xingguo.

Although it is a company, Xu Xingguo's little temper is solemn and clear.

This guy, I'm afraid that if he doesn't win the obstacle course championship now, he won't have a face in front of him.

The next two days, the day and a half before, were not training time for the 1st Division Shooting Team, so everyone was idle.

Zhang Dacang doesn't arrange too much training, and when he gets up in the morning and runs a five-kilometer activity, he doesn't need to get stuck for as many minutes and seconds as he wants.

During the day, I do some training on the stability of the gun, and I don't train to the death.

After all, the game is about to be played, and the training has been injured in the past two days, and the gains outweigh the losses.

In addition to training, there is a lot of time, and no matter which unit's shooting training team, the biggest pastime is to organize a unified organization to go to the shooting range to watch the top players of other brother units train.

After all, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible.

There is no rule that it is not allowed to watch other people train, and the purpose of the competition is originally to communicate, so it is still very open-ended.

On the first night of the military training team, the rules of the game were finally issued.