Special Years

A soldier with the same rank as the solemn and solemn ran towards the final destination - the shooting range at the same time.

They ran to the live ammunition pick-up point on the sidelines, and the security personnel stepped forward with a live ammunition magazine in their hands. According to the regulations, they would give neither of them a magazine with three rounds of live ammunition.

But before that, they have to determine the physical condition of those who arrive here.

"Is it alright?"

For everyone who has entered the sixth project, being able to reach the shooting range is a victory in itself.

To come here to get live ammunition magazines, you must pass the first five desperate tests, and you must not be called out by the referee team.

Drenched all over, and the exhausted solemn is still panting, but he is still childlike: "It's all here... I can't do it..."

The senior soldier next to him certainly didn't show weakness, but he didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously, indicating that he was okay.

There was a second lieutenant among the security personnel. Seeing that the senior soldier's face had turned blue, he looked at him and asked repeatedly, "Can you do it?"

How could the sergeant say no?

Don't say anything else, just because the hunter detachment who just joined the Red Arrow Brigade and the solemn rank of the same rank as himself said yes, how could he say no.

"Row……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly spat out.

Zhuang Yan subconsciously jumped aside.

The breakfast the private sergeant had eaten in the morning had already been digested into gastric juice, and the white and yellow mucus was sprayed on the second lieutenant's body mixed with the milk he drank.

He couldn't speak any more, he squatted on the grass all of a sudden, and began to vomit wildly, but he couldn't spit out much.

"Hurry up and shoot the ground line." The second lieutenant couldn't help laughing. He wiped the dirt on his body with a towel, gave the magazine to Zhuang Yan, and signaled that he could take the sniper project assessment.

After the solemn left, he walked over to the soldier and squatted down, handing over the towel.

"Damn, I think it's better to take a rest when you look like this." He advised: "Not this time, come back later."

After speaking, he threw a glance at the security guards on both sides.

The two of them went up and set up the first-class soldier like this mud monkey.

The senior soldier wiped his mouth, struggled, and said loudly, "I'm fine, I'm okay... ugh..."

Before he finished speaking, he vomited again.

The second lieutenant persuaded: "Come on, I think life is more important, don't be brave..."

"Give me the magazine, I lose and I accept my fate..." The soldier wiped the corners of his mouth again, swallowed a few breaths, and finally suppressed the disgusting feeling in his body.

"But you asked me to quit like this...I...I don't accept it, and I won't accept it if I die..."

The second lieutenant thought about it, handed him the magazine, and said, "Good luck."

Seeing the first-class soldier staggering towards the shooting range covered in mud, the second lieutenant stood there for a while, then shook his head and sighed.

"Go watch him, don't go wrong."

Solemnly slumped in the firing position.

400 meters, head target, three rounds, shooting time 1 minute, two rounds on target count as pass.

After the last 200-meter special obstacle test just now, Zhuang Yan did not collapse. Although he was very tired, he felt much better than when he was carrying logs.

Han boasted that he was right, after this "hurdle", everything would suddenly get better.

In fact, the solemn performance is an extraordinary performance today.

Although he didn't know his own achievements, the outsiders who had been watching, including Minister Yan Fang, who had already been fascinated by it, and Zhang Hui, the team leader who had always been serious on the surface, had already been surging in his heart, all noticed this. Young Sergeant.

"The senior soldier on target position No. 3 is the soldier brought out by Han's self-proclaimed hunter detachment?"

Yan Fang couldn't help but ask Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui said: "Yes, this time the hunter team performed very well. 21 people came to participate in the election, and 4 people survived to the last one."

"Shooting is said to be Han's self-proclaimed specialty?" Yan Fang said, "Look at the art of the weapons he brings."

After speaking, he raised the telescope again.

Lie down solemnly on the ground and start to take deep breaths.

He glanced at the waterproof electronic watch on his wrist, and ten seconds had passed since the sound of the firing whistle.

He must adjust his heart rate and breathing rate to the best possible state within twenty seconds, and then use forty seconds to shoot.

Behind him stood an invigilator with a stopwatch in his hand to record whether his time exceeded the limit at any time.

As long as you exceed it, after three shots, you will announce yourself out.

On the target position on the left, a person suddenly fell down.

Zhuang Yan turned his head and saw that it was actually Xu Xingguo.

Unexpectedly, he also survived to the end.

But it's actually slower than myself.

This shows that the pain has affected his performance.

The solemn gaze subconsciously fell on Xu Xingguo's shoulder, paying attention to his right hand.

Right hand, still shaking...

Xu Xingguo began to adjust his breathing, according to the gun.

Zhuang Yan didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly aimed his gun.

At 400 meters, even in the scope, the head target is only a point the size of half a small fingernail.

In normal times, the 400-meter sniper project would be easy for Zhuang Yan.

But today he found that the target was shaking.

Constantly dangling near the crosshair.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the crosshair to stabilize at its best.

This is the negative reaction caused by exhaustion of physical strength to the limit. The reading of various obstacles keeps the hand in a state of intense exercise, so the muscles are shaking slightly, which is also a natural reaction.

Close your eyes, let go of your right hand, shake it hard, and aim again.

Still shaking...

Dog day!

Zhuang Yan knew that the current state could not be adjusted in a while.

Glancing at the time, there are only 30 seconds left.

"Be sure to go up!"

He decided to give it a go.

The front sight is not a problem, now Zhuang Yan must find the law of the shaking.

As long as you get used to this kind of shaking, you can still achieve the level of accurate shooting when you shoot at the moment when the crosshair covers the target.

The King has a training in shooting water targets, placing a float on the river and shooting it from a distance.

The current affects the floating ball, and the floating ball will always float up and down, so the key to shooting water targets is to find an opportunity.

The moment when the crosshair is found to cover the target, although it is fleeting, as long as the capture is accurate enough, the target can be hit.

The target moved to and from the arrow crosshair of the scope~www.novelmt.com~, like a mischievous elf.

Zhuang Yan began to lower his breathing, slowly waiting...

Put your index finger on the trigger and start to pre-press slowly...

Suddenly, an opportunity arises!

The arrow just caught the head target.

With solemn and steady pressure, depress the trigger.

bah—

With a muzzle flame, a 7.62MM caliber warhead flew to the target at an initial velocity of 830 meters per second.

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