Special Years

In the distant target trench, two sideways running targets bounced and moved forward at a constant speed.

The first group of three bursts was shot at the 200-meter sideways running target.

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Long Zhenghua and Jiang Cheng fired at almost the same time.

In terms of aiming speed, there is no difference between the two.

The soldiers of the elite training team were divided into two groups - one group was staring at Long Zhenghua's target with a monocular, and the other group was staring at the target of Jiang Cheng, a soldier of the special brigade.

"The old dragon hits the target!"

"Jiang Cheng also hit."

In the first group of three rounds, neither of them made a mistake. After the gunshots passed, they all hit the target.

After the first group of bullets was fired, the two jumped up from behind the bunker at almost the same time, and began to leap forward with their guns at the fastest speed.

The atmosphere was a little tense, the surroundings became very quiet, and everyone's attention was on Long Zhenghua and Jiang Cheng.

In the current situation, the two are on a par.

If the final number of targets is equal, then the last is to calculate the length of time to determine the winner or loser.

The speed of the two was very fast, and almost at the same time they reached the lime line of the second group of short-stop shots of 80 meters.

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The moment the two reached the shooting line, the two referees, Ni Haowen and Luo Ping'an, who followed behind, immediately blew the whistle that had been in their mouths. Whoever reaches 80 meters first, the referee who follows will blow the whistle immediately. When the whistle is heard, the security guard in the target trench will raise the half-length target, but the target only appears in the line of sight for 5 seconds, and then disappears immediately.

The sharp whistle rang out far away, resounding through the entire shooting range, and two half-length targets bounced off the target trench 80 meters away.

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Jiang Cheng's gun rang first.

A cloud of dirt flew up on the yellow dirt **** behind the half-length target.

The hearts of the elite training team sank heavily.

Finished calf!

Long Zhenghua would actually shoot later than the first class soldier Jiang Cheng!

In this group of shots, the Ace team lost.

The red-card female officers on the shooting team immediately cheered and applauded.

Xiao Jingui couldn't help scolding: "Little girl, be careful laughing at your mouth!"

Those female shooters with red cards are all special recruits, and they are still different from ordinary soldiers.

Therefore, the soldiers in the elite team did not treat these female officers as soldiers at all, but treated them like college students.

"Sour!" One of the big-eyed female red cards playfully grimaced at the soldiers on the top team's side, mocking her face.

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About a second after Jiang Cheng fired, Long Zhenghua's 81-1 automatic rifle also rang.

"The old dragon is all in!"

Geng Danian cried out excitedly.

Hu Dahai said from the side: "Come on, it's about a second slower."

Majestic put down the monocular and looked into the distance.

The position of Jiang Cheng, a soldier of the special brigade, was seven or eight steps faster than that of Long Zhenghua. Obviously, there was a gap between the two.

With a master stroke, the one-second drop is already amazing.

It seems that as long as Jiang Cheng does not miss the last set of shots, he will basically win without a doubt.

This made him full of surprise. You must know that Long Zhenghua is not an ordinary top player. Although Zhang Dapao said that Long Zhenghua did not get a place in the competition of the group army, he was one of the 20 people in the team. The only person who has ever participated in a shooting contest in the military.

What's more, he was already a soldier in his third year, so he would eat a year more of the army's rice than Jiang Cheng, and he would definitely not be worse than Jiang Cheng in terms of experience.

He subconsciously raised the monocular and stared at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng had reached the 30-meter shooting line, and Ni Haowen, who was behind him, blew his whistle.

A half-length target pops out from the target trench on the right front.

Jiang Cheng approached and shot, the Type 95 gun spewed out a tongue of flame, and three bullet holes appeared in a triangle shape near the bullseye.

The red card girls who had been encouraging the special team began to cheer again.

"Ugh!"

Hu Dahai put down his monocular and said in frustration, "We lost!"

After checking the gun, Long Zhenghua lowered his head and returned to the top team with the gun on his back.

Zhang Dapao boasted to Han: "You won."

Han Zibo glanced at Jiang Cheng, then turned around and said, "You guys played well."

"Report!" Zhuang Yan shouted.

Zhang Dapao said, "What's the matter?"

"Captain, we didn't lose."

Jiang Cheng immediately said coldly: "The shooting range is yours, the target is the same as the rules, he is slower than me, why didn't he lose?"

Obviously, he didn't want to see anyone questioning his victory.

The people from the shooting team couldn't bear it any longer, and looked at Zhuang Yan and said: "I said that a soldier, if you lose, you lose, and there are wins and losses in the game, which is normal."

"That is, when we play games, we do not guarantee that we will win every time, and there will be times when we lose."

"Have the ability to fail!"

Zhuang Yan didn't even glance at the shooting team members, but insisted: "I say this with basis."

Zhang Dapao said, "Tell me about it."

Zhuang Yan walked up to Jiang Cheng, stretched out his hand, and said, "Can you show me your gun?"

Jiang Cheng looked at Han Zizuo, who said, "Give it to him."

Taking Jiang Cheng's gun, Zhuang Yan weighed it in his hand.

It is lighter than the 81-1 automatic rifle that I use, and many places are made of plastic, not cold steel.

He held it in his hand, and imitated Jiang Cheng's previous appearance and made a gun-holding motion.

The backless pistol seems to be more comfortable on top of the shoulder on the pistol.

After several times of shooting according to the gun~www.novelmt.com~ Zhuang Yan came to his own judgment and asked Jiang Cheng: "How long is this gun?"

"It is 764 mm without a bayonet and without adding accessories." Jiang Cheng said.

Zhuang Yan pointed to the pile of 81-1 automatic rifles that were leaning against each other behind him, and said, "Do you know how long that thing is?"

Jiang Cheng sneered: "Don't test me, I have played 81-1."

solemnly said: "then you say."

Jiang Cheng said: "The whole gun is 955 mm long without the bayonet."

Zhuang Yan said: "That's right. Just now, Long Zhenghua started to fall behind when the second group of bullets was fired, and when he got close to firing, he was a little slower than you. This is not because you searched and aimed at the target faster than him. , but your gun is shorter than his. For example, shooting at close range..."

Zhuang Yan made a quick slash with a gun and then said: "The stroke of the muzzle to the target is slower than that of your gun. This is a natural advantage and cannot be changed by manpower. If Fairly using the same gun, I don't think Long Zhenghua will lose."

After that, he handed the gun back to Jiang Cheng, and said in passing, "The gun is not bad."

Han pretended to be silent.

Luo Pingan didn't say a word.

Both stared at solemnly.

Jiang Cheng said instead: "Okay, since you said that, let's play a fair game and use your 81-1 style. You pick me a gun, and I'm going to have a rematch with you."

Zhang Dapao said, "Do you want to compete with Long Zhenghua again?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, pointed his hand to Zhuang Yan, and his face showed the arrogance of a special forces soldier.

"No, I'll compare with him!"

As he spoke, his sharp eyes shot at Zhuang Yan and said, "Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

The solemn competitive spirit immediately surged up and said, "Don't dare! Fight! Whoever is afraid! It's just a special team!"

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