Special Years

When it comes to seeing Zhuang Yan play, the one who is most interested and most pressured is Chen Xiaobo.

When everyone was talking about Zhuang Yan and maybe it was just going through the motions, even Gao Xiaoyang and a few of his comrades were talking about disdain for Zhuang Yan.

"Gao Xiaoyang, pay attention." Chen Xiaobo said.

Gao Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Captain, what are you looking at?"

"Look there." Chen Xiaobo pointed to solemnly, and said, "Look at that soldier, I'm thinking, maybe he will be the most powerful opponent you have encountered in the military competition this time."

"The most powerful?" Gao Xiaoyang frowned slightly, as if realizing that things were unusual.

"Captain, this is the top soldier of the 1st Division, is there anything special?" He left his comrades and walked to Chen Xiaobo's side and asked.

Chen Xiaobo said: "Look first, I'm not sure yet, but I have a hunch that this may be the second person who can make five hits and five hits today."

His words surprised Gao Xiaoyang.

Chen Xiaobo is not so easy to praise a person. If he starts to praise, he must have full confidence.

Looking at the solemn, Gao Xiaoyang didn't feel that there was anything special about this high-ranking soldier.

Is the captain too sensitive?

Lying on the ground solemnly, he carefully checked the magazine, and then pulled the gun a few times to test the feel.

Then, load the magazine and push the bullet to load.

Before long, the gun went off.

bah—

A few seconds after the first shot was fired, the soldiers of the 1st Division shouted first.

"I hit it!"

"Exactly!"

"At the bull's-eye position!"

Gao Xiaoyang quickly took out the monocular and took a look.

The red plate at the top of the target rod is placed on the left chest of the chest ring target.

Different from the practice of the rifle and the target, this target mode is placed directly on the impact point, and is provided for the shooter to observe with a monocular telescope.

"Maybe it's luck..."

Gao Xiaoyang comforted himself, how could that guy be so accurate.

For the 600-meter chest ring target, the impact point that the target operator has just calibrated is almost at the bullseye. If you follow the calculation method of a practice, it should be at the position of the eighth ring close to the ninth ring.

This is quite an astonishing precision.

Chen Xiaobo didn't speak, just watched silently, silently touching his chin.

Halfway through, Cheng Yaojin was killed.

This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

I originally thought that this year's championship would be as simple as looking for something, but I didn't expect such a master to appear in the 1st division, which was the least optimistic before.

Still a soldier...

Zhang Dapao was quite happy, Chen Xiaobo didn't look for him, he posted it instead.

"Old Chen, how is it?"

He smiled and said: "The accuracy of 600 meters is considered a first-class level. When you and I were soldiers for two years, I am afraid that it was not at this level."

Chen Xiaobo said: "There are talented people in the country. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. We front waves are going to die on the beach."

He added: "But it's only the first shot. It's not uncommon for a shot to hit the target at such a distance. Many lucky cats can also run into dead mice. Let's see the next few shots. It's not a practice now. Shooting, not for accuracy, but for hitting the target."

What Zhang Dapao disliked the most was Chen Xiaobo's arrogance. He said, "It's okay to say good things to others, so let's go, let's ride a donkey and read the songbook, and continue to see."

While the two were talking, a second shot rang out.

Everyone picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance.

Still a very accurate shot.

According to the position of the red small disc, it is still the position of the eight or nine rings.

"Solemnly! Can you make a bull's-eye for other brothers and comrades in arms to see?" Zhang Dapao cooed.

He clearly has a solemn character.

Others are more stressed and more nervous.

Majesty is a little different.

The greater the pressure, the stronger his competitive spirit, but the more stable he is.

Zhang Dabao's words undoubtedly set Zhuang Yan as a target.

What an international joke!

Majestic is really at a loss.

It's easy to talk about hitting the target, but you said you want to hit the center of the bull's-eye?

Don't even think about it.

Who dares to slap the chest to play this kind of package?

You know, the distance of 600 meters is not short, no matter how accurate you are, no matter how well you aim, even if your hand and your body are impeccable in the process of aiming and firing, you will never be able to overcome one thing - that It's the gun in your hand and the bullet in your chamber.

The two shots just now were on the right eighth ring. To be honest, Zhuang Yan was almost masked out.

To be honest, it was just a coincidence that the two bullets hit the same place.

For shooters, that's a good thing.

This shows that your aiming point is very consistent, as long as you can correct your small aiming deviation, the bullets will all hit the same place.

In fact, the most fearful thing for a shooting instructor is to encounter a shooter who plays like a goddess. It is difficult to correct it. At least this shooter has a big problem.

Everyone is talking about solemnity.

Zhuang Yan is now difficult to ride a tiger, Zhang Dapao directly roasted himself on the fire, and did not give the opportunity to discuss.

Dog Day's Zhang Cannon!

This guy really blows his brilliance to the sky first, and he doesn't care whether he will blow it in the future!

However, apart from cursing in his heart, Zhuang Yan didn't have much resentment, and he didn't feel any pressure~www.novelmt.com~ The reason is very simple, he likes to challenge his own limits, even if Zhang Dapao doesn't Encourage yourself to do your best.

In fact, after a few seconds, Zhuang Yan was already thinking about another question. If in front of so many people, he could still hit five hits and five hits, or even hit the bullseye and ten rings once, how awesome would that be?

This cow can blow for a lifetime! ?

It is beautiful to think about, and solemn likes this kind of pleasure, this kind of pleasure brought by the joy of victory.

In particular, this involves raising the morale of one's own division.

Even if you can't hit the tenth ring, it's no problem. Anyway, you only need to hit the target with all five rounds. The people present are all experts. Everyone knows the difficulty of the tenth ring. No one can.

Thinking of this, people suddenly relaxed.

So, start breathing in, then slowly slow your breathing, and finally start to stop breathing, only to slowly deflate out...

Fingers pressed lightly on the trigger, and when the pointed end of the modified scope's differentiation plate caught the target, he squeezed the trigger lightly.

bah—

Judging from the cheers of the people around him, it seemed that he missed the bullseye.

Zhang Dabao shook his head, looking dissatisfied.

In Zhuang Yan's heart, he always felt that it was just a little bit, a little bit, but he couldn't tell which little bit.

After taking aim again, Zhuang Yan was pondering one thing in his heart - can the right eighth ring be corrected?

Suddenly, he realized that he was thinking too much.

The distance between the 8th and 10th rings is only 10cm, and each ring is 5cm apart, so the 10cm to the right should be corrected for the 600m distance?

is it possible?

impossible!

Zhuang Yan understands that there is only one thing he needs to do right now, and the rest are superfluous.