Special Years

The military area shooting team, Han Zixuan and other three lived in the division hostel, and they came by car every morning to teach the brigade for training.

During that time, Zhuang Yan followed Han Zizheng for training every day, and chatted with the red card girls from the military area shooting team when he had nothing to do.

These red-carded girls are new to the army, special recruits. Compared with the solemn and half-aged soldiers, they are just a piece of blank paper. No matter how you blow it, you can get a lot of praise.

In those days, Zhuang Yan gained a lot of shooting skills and knowledge from Han Zizheng, and also mastered the shooting skills of the new gun Type 95, which made the other team members envious.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it's three days later.

The moment of the game finally came.

In order to increase the difficulty of the game, and to test which of the two soldiers, Zhuang Yan and Jiang Cheng, has the better overall quality, Zhang Dapao and Han Zixuan discussed and decided not to follow the previous rules, but to adopt the Another more complex shooting rule.

"You two, come here." Han said to the two senior soldiers who were already moving their hands and feet, wearing tactical vests and guns and preparing to start the game.

Zhuang Yan and Jiang Cheng stepped forward and stood at attention.

Han Zizheng glanced at Zhang Dabao, then turned back to the two of them and said, "I have discussed with Commander Zhang, and since we are going to compare, we need to increase the difficulty. To be honest, there are many types of shooting, and it is easy to complicate it. But if you really try special shooting, it will be unfair to Zhuang Yan, and the difficulty will be increased on the original basis."

After finishing, he raised his chin at Zhang Cannon: "Captain Zhang, do you want to talk about the rules?"

Zhang Dabao was not polite, and said directly: "The rules are very simple, almost the same as last time, but with a little more difficulty and the number of shots. The more shots, the easier it is to test your personal shooting quality."

He pointed to the location of the target trench in the distance, and said: "The rules are as follows: from a distance of 200 meters, use the crater to take a kneeling position to shoot the side running target, two groups of bursts, 5 rounds, and the target display time is 10 seconds; Then launch an impact, search at a distance of 100-80 meters, and perform short pause shooting on the chest target that appears in an unfixed position in front of the two groups of shooting, 5 rounds, each time the target is displayed for 5 seconds; then at 50-30 At a distance of two meters, the half-length target that appeared was shot twice, with 5 rounds, and the target display time was 3 seconds. Three groups of 5 rounds were shot, all using half-length targets, and the number of rings was not counted when calculating the target. The entire shooting process totaled 15 rounds, and the magazine was changed three times."

Speaking of which, he looked at Zhuang Yan and Jiang Cheng and asked, "Do you agree or not?"

"agree!"

Zhuang Yan and Jiang Cheng answered almost at the same time, and then they couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes collided in the air, and sparks suddenly flew.

"Okay! Take your place!"

With a wave of Zhang Da's gunner, Zhuang Yan and Jiang Cheng immediately ran to their respective craters and jumped into them.

Ni Haowen and Luo Pingan stepped forward and gave three magazines with five bullets.

Ni Haowen gave a solemn thumbs up and said, "Go for it!"

"Yeah!" Zhuang Yan nodded vigorously.

He carefully checked the magazines, pressed the loaded bullets with his fingers, and saw that there was no problem with the spring feeding. One of them was loaded into the Type 95 automatic rifle, and the other two were loaded into the tactical vest.

"Prepare!"

Zhang Dabao walked between the two and raised the red flag.

The two groups of people around held their breath, and no one dared to shout, for fear that the shooting accuracy would be affected.

Beep - (Originally used "must", some book friends suggested to use "beep", think about it, beep is good.)

The whistle sounded.

200 meters away, bounce a half-length target.

10 seconds, two bursts of short bursts.

Majestic took aim quickly, and the moment he pulled the trigger, his whole person was in a state of meditation, and there was almost no major physical activity in the human body.

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Two bursts, the interval is very short!

According to the regulations, Zhuang Yan could not replace the emptied magazine now. He had to run to the next shooting ground, 100 meters away, and start two shots. Only then could the magazine be replaced.

Jiang Cheng was obviously a little slower than Zhuang Yan's shooting speed.

Zhuang Yan has already jumped out of the crater, and he has just completed two bursts.

The first group of live ammunition, Zhuang Yan has taken the lead!

The top team couldn't help it and started cheering!

"Brilliant!"

"Hahaha! We won!"

From the point of view of the members of the shooting elite team, the first group of live ammunition has been ahead by more than a second, what's next?

Everyone can see the solemn shooting ability, and firmly believe that Jiang Cheng can win the special team.

"I just played the first group! How do you know that Zhuang Yan has won?"

The girls from the military region's shooting team couldn't bear it anymore, and began to refute the members of the top team of the 1st Division.

"Little girl, you guys play competitive shooting, don't you know? We are tactical shooters. It's hard to come back after losing at the beginning. We are all masters, and we play at the level!" Xiao Jingui began to ridicule those who didn't count. The soldier's officer girl.

"Humph! Just wait and see!"

Of course, the girls were not reconciled, their psoas muscles were forked, and they pouted and stared into the distance.

Zhuang Yan quickly reached the 100-meter shooting ground line. The moment he stepped on the line, Luo Pingan, who was behind him, blew his whistle immediately.

beep—

The first half-length target bounced.

The moment Zhuang Yan stepped on the line, he started to change the magazine.

Although the magazine was replaced quickly, it was a little different from the previous use of the 81-1.

The Type 95 has a rearward feeding port, which means that its magazine is very backward, and it is a bit awkward to load the magazine.

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After he fired the first burst of shots, Jiang Cheng's gunshots were vaguely heard not far away.

He's catching up!

Solemnly holding his gun, he continued to move forward.

At 80 meters, the second target shot.

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Full shot.

Zhuang Yan began to run wild again.

He subconsciously felt that Jiang Cheng should be shooting at about the same speed as his own, but he actually caught up!

At 50 meters, Zhuang Yan changed the magazine again.

beep—

The half-body target bounced.

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Hit the target and continue to run to 30 meters.

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The last half-target fell.

Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was twenty meters away from him.

The other party is also checking the gun, and he is also sweating profusely.

Obviously, Jiang Cheng was not relaxed, and felt the solemn pressure.

Ni Haowen and Luo Ping'an returned to Zhang Dapao and Han Zizheng. The four of them lowered their heads and seemed to be discussing and recording something, and then picked up the walkie-talkie to inquire about the target shooting situation.

After a while, Zhang Dapao shook his head and pouted.

Turned around and announced: "Tie! The same time, the same number of targets!"

When Jiang Cheng heard this, he immediately shouted, "Captain Zhang, Staff Officer Han, I ask for another comparison."

Zhang Dapao looked at Han Zizuo, who suddenly shook his head: "No, we have to hurry."

He looked at his watch and said, "We're going back at noon. The shooting range in the military area has been maintained. We're going to the guest house to pack up."

Jiang Cheng was obviously not happy, but he had to obey the order, so he had to say, "Yes!"

He stepped forward solemnly and returned the gun to Luo Pingan.

Luo Pingan checked it, and reached out and patted the solemn shoulder: "Not bad! You are a very talented shooter."

After speaking, he smiled and went back to his minibus and started to pack his things.

Han Zou didn't say anything when he walked away, just stood at a distance of seven or eight meters from Zhuang Yan, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Young man! Not bad!"

With that said, I got on the bus.

The minibus rolled up the withered grass on the ground, drove out of the shooting range like a gust of wind, and quickly disappeared at the gate along the cement road of the teaching team.

Majestic is a little lost.

After getting along for a few days, he felt that Han Zi boasted that this person was not bad.

"Red Arrow" Special Forces...

He was in contact.

"Alright, alright! Let's start training! Don't look at it any more, isn't it the special team! What's so amazing!"

Zhang Dapao was still in a terrific tone, calling everyone to start shooting training immediately.

Then he walked to Zhuang Yan and said, "Actually, you have already won."

"Ah?" Zhuang Yan doesn't understand, isn't it a tie?

Zhang Dapao smiled and didn't say anything further. He pointed to the target and said, "Go, train! I think you can definitely get a place in the group army competition."

Solemnly smiled and said, "Captain, do you have so much confidence in me?"

Zhang Dapao glared at the bull's eye~www.novelmt.com~ said gruffly: "If you can't get the ranking, come back and I'll kick your ass!"

"Yes!" Zhuang Yan turned and ran towards the target.

Zhang Dabao stood behind him, quietly watching the solemn back.

He suddenly had a feeling that maybe Zhuang Yan could not go to the reconnaissance camp.

Maybe this soldier really doesn't belong to the 1st division...

In the minibus, Jiang Cheng was always depressed after getting on the bus, looking at the scenery outside the window all the way without saying a word.

Luo Pingan seemed to have noticed something and said, "Jiang Cheng, are you feeling a little depressed?"

Jiang Cheng nodded and didn't speak, it was a default.

Luo Pingan looked at Han Zixuan who was sitting across from him, and Han Zixuan said, "Do you think I should let you compete with Zhuang Yan again?"

Jiang Cheng couldn't help it this time, and said, "Counselor Han, we are very big, they are just a field army, and we lose face when we lose."

Han said to himself: "The 1st division is not an ordinary field division. They are quick to reverse, and they will become amphibious in the future. What's more, it's not normal for someone to win against you once a division picks out the best!"

Jiang Cheng said: "Just now I only need to fight the second time, and I promise to win. During the first set of bullets, my state was not good."

Han proudly shook his head and said, "Jiang Cheng, it's a good thing that you are confident, but there is one thing, although the time and accuracy were tied just now, in fact, you have already lost."

"I lost!" Jiang Cheng almost jumped up from his seat.

It was difficult for him to accept a tie, not to mention that Han now claimed that he "lost".

"What? You don't agree?" Han asked himself.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head, his face flushed red, but his silence represented a silent protest.

Han said to himself, "Luo Ping'an, tell him, where did he lose?"

Luo Pingan said to Jiang Cheng, "Counselor Han is right, you lost."