Special Years

The people from the special team were going to compete with the people from the elite training team, and of course the special recruits from the military area shooting team also became interested.

They all play shooting, but the military shooting team is specially to participate in the World Military Sports Council and the whole army shooting competition. It is a bit sporty and the firearms used are different.

But love to shoot, this is all in common.

The three specially recruited female officers with red cards are all very handsome, and they wear camouflage uniforms to have a heroic style. They don’t need training like female soldiers, so their skin is dazzlingly white. I heard that the top of the 1st division To compete with the two snipers of the special team, they were all looking forward to it, with a youthful and innocent smile on their faces, standing by and applauding.

One of the big-eyed red-card female officers also said, "Staff Han, we will cheer you on!"

"Come on, Staff Officer Han!" Another female officer with a red card shouted crisply.

The elites of the 1st Division's shooting team squatted in the distance, watching other female officers cheer for the people of the special brigade, and their hearts were sour.

Zhang Yuyi said: "I said brothers, we can't lose the face of our teacher. Look at those girls, they all look down on us, and think we can't handle their special team."

"It's normal, isn't it?" Hu Dahai said: "I heard that the special forces are the most elite special forces in the military region directly under the military. We are only field troops, not on the same level."

"Scare! What nonsense are you talking about!" Senior Soldier Xiao Jingui said, "Isn't it a special team? Is everyone with three heads and six arms? I don't believe that evil, we are picked by the whole division, we are not comparable to them ?!"

Seriously said: "Don't lose the mentality before the game. I think that sergeant is difficult to deal with. After all, he has been a soldier for three years, and the other senior soldier, who is the same year as us, may not be able to win."

"We're ready, who of you will go first?" Han Zi boasted and walked over with his soldiers.

It's just that not long after, the two soldiers completely changed their appearance.

I don't know when they changed into tactical vests and Bennie hats, plus they were wearing black combat boots, which looked indescribably good-looking.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Someone on the top team of the 1st division couldn't help it, and said, "Look at you, look at their momentum! Fuck! What hat is he wearing?"

"That's a Bennie hat." said solemnly: "Our ordinary field troops did not issue them, but their special forces issued this thing."

"Handsome!" Hu Dahai said, "If only I could get such a hat to wear..."

"I heard that their special forces sometimes go to the elite competition field to pick people, or go to the reconnaissance unit to pick people. I don't know if this is the case?" Geng Danian said: "I heard from the volunteers of our company that the special forces used to come here. Passed our troops and picked a group of soldiers."

"Hu Dahai, you go and ask that staff officer to see if they want you. If they want you, you can wear a Bonnie hat."

Zhang Dapao said to Han Zi boast: "We are also ready. How to compare?"

Han said to himself: "The guest is the host, you are the home court, you have the final say."

Confident in his breath.

Dare to arbitrarily set the rules with cannons on the shooting range of the 1st Division's teaching team, which also shows that Han Zizheng has great confidence in his soldiers.

Zhang Dapao is not the kind of person who likes to pretend to be forceful all the time. He naturally knows the training level of the special team.

Not every extra-large soldier can outperform every one of the 20 elites of the 1st Division currently standing here.

But since Han boasted about the soldiers he brought out himself, he couldn't underestimate it.

This is strong, can't do it.

"Okay, Staff Officer Han, since you said that, I'm welcome." Zhang Dapao pointed at the target in the distance and said, "I know that applied shooting is your specialty, so let's use applied shooting?"

"Okay, Captain Zhang, you are a senior, you have the final say." Han Zizheng was still so confident.

Zhang Dabao said: "Use the soil bag to shoot the side running target from a distance of 200 meters, display the target for 10 seconds, then launch an impact, and shoot the chest target appearing in front at a distance of 80 meters for a short pause, and display the target 5 Second; then shoot the half-length target at a distance of 30 meters, and the target display time is 3 seconds. Three groups of three shots are fired, and the number of hits on the target is not counted. The number of targets is the same, the calculation time is shorter, and the one with less time wins.”

"No problem." Han Zizheng turned his head and said to the soldier with the rank of first-class soldier, "Jiang Cheng, you go first."

"Yes!"

Jiang Cheng hung his Type 95 automatic rifle without a white light scope, ran behind one of the bunkers, and stood up.

Zhang Dapao turned around, thought about it, and said, "Long Zhenghua, you go first."

Long Zhenghua is a third-year soldier and the oldest in the shooting team. He is the only one who has participated in the top team competition.

Let Long Zhenghua come on, obviously Zhang Dapao is playing Tian Ji's horse racing.

"Yes!"

Long Zhenghua turned around and ran behind the mound.

"We seem to need two more cards." Zhang Dapao said: "Choose one for each and supervise each other?"

"Okay." Han said to the veteran, "Luo Ping'an~www.novelmt.com~ Go and get a stopwatch."

"Yes!" Sergeant Luo Pingan quickly ran to the car, took a stopwatch, and returned to Han Zizheng.

"Go, help the comrades of the 1st division to check the table." Han Zizhen pointed to Long Zhenghua, and said to Ni Haowen: "Deputy Captain Ni, please help my soldiers check the table."

Ni Haowen said: "Okay, I'd love to do it."

After speaking, he ran behind Jiang Cheng.

Standing on the side, he solemnly stared at the gun in Jiang Cheng's hand for a long time, and suddenly said to the serious: "Old Yan, I think something is wrong, their gun..."

Speaking of which, it's not good to go further for a while.

Majestic has his own judgment.

Jiang Cheng was holding a Type 95 automatic rifle, which first appeared in the hands of troops stationed in X.

This is the first time for Zhuang Yan to see this automatic rifle at close range. The first impression is that this gun has no stock, so the gun body is very short.

It's hard to say that the accuracy is solemn, but at least one thing about the short gun body is certain - that is, the aiming is extremely fast.

The competition item this time is one of the subjects in the competition of the top players of the group army, meters, shooting different targets in a total of several postures.

The last part is the close-up shooting.

The gun is short...

Zhuang Yan always felt that he wanted to take advantage.

"Their guns are better than ours?" asked solemnly: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you think? In terms of quick aiming, it seems like their guns have an advantage," said solemnly.

"Well, not only that." Seriously said: "The recoil is lower than the 81, and it is a 5.8 caliber, with high precision."

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but look seriously: "Have you ever played with this gun?"

Serenity didn't speak, but raised his head towards the competition venue: "Look at it and then talk."

must--

The start whistle sounded.