Special Years

Chapter 674: Ha ha! I pick this one!

"are you ready?"

The old white hair turned around and asked about the solemnity of checking the guns.

Zhuang Yan carefully inspected his beloved Type 85 sniper rifle and nodded to the old white hair: "Okay! Chief Instructor!"

Old Baimao pointed to the six instructors lined up beside him and asked Zhuang Yan, "Just pick one of them."

"Whatever?" The smile on Zhuang Yan's face couldn't help but spring from the bottom of his heart.

"Casual."

"Really?"

"Really!" The old white hair was a little unhappy and said, "Are you a soldier? There's no end to the ramblings. Take your pick!"

He walked over solemnly and walked in front of the six instructors.

In his heart, he had already started to make quick calculations.

Which is the worst?

It is said that a sniper's eyes are as deep as a deep pool, calm as a thousand-year-old well.

Zhuang Yan felt that he had to look at his eyes first.

But after scanning it around, I didn't see anything.

The eyes of the six instructors are extremely consistent - calm!

It looks like an ordinary kind of eyes, you can't name any special eyes.

Strange...

Majestic hesitated a little.

Don't you all say that the special forces have particularly sharp eyes?

These instructors seem to have bright eyes, but they seem to be no different from ordinary people.

Look at the hands again.

Snipers will have calluses on their accounts and index fingers, and they are very thick.

That was the takeover from a long-term gun practice.

I have every one I have received, and they are very thick...

Actually, there are still places to look at, but those parts can only be seen by taking off your clothes. You can't ask the instructor to take off your clothes on the spot, right?

The solemnity is gone.

"How? Have you made your choice? Do you want me to help you? If you don't make a choice, the sun will go down." Old Baimao urged, his tone full of ridicule: "Can you believe me?"

It was already past five o'clock in the evening, and the sun only showed half of its face on the side of the mountain.

Fortunately, it's almost summer, and the days are long and the nights are short, so there is still some light.

Everyone, including the six instructors, laughed.

How can Zhuang Yan lose this face?

Let your competitors pick your opponents?

Even if people tell the truth, they don't have that face!

After all, they are special forces, aren't they?

After all, he is the number one sniper of the "Hunter" squad, isn't he?

"No. 6!" solemnly selected.

"No. 6?" The old white hair was a little surprised: "How did you choose him?"

Zhuang Yan blushed and said, "Because the number is small, 1, number one, of course, is powerful, and so on, of course 6 is the smallest!"

The solemn rationale is simple enough.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone laughed, including the officers and soldiers of the special forces in various regions who were sitting on the grass waiting to watch the play.

Only the "Red Arrows" brigade felt embarrassed.

Second lieutenant Zhou Yi couldn't help but said to Cui Weinan next to him, "Damn, where did the hunter team find these weirdos...1 to 6...Thanks to this kid who can figure it out..."

"Don't laugh, let you go up, who do you pick?" Cui Weinan said, "We know the truth, and it's the first time you see the old white hair, what do you think?"

Zhou Yi thought about it and thought it was right, and said, "When I saw him for the first time, I was still thinking, no one came to Mom's headquarters, so send such a white-headed guy to teach us a lesson."

"Okay! Instructor No. 6, get out of the queue!"

"Yes!"

Following the old Baimao's order, Instructor No. 6 took a step forward.

"Number 23."

The solemn number is number 23.

The old white-haired man said: "For the sake of fairness, we will use your guns. You have a group and he has a group. Now tell me, which subject should you choose first?"

"At 600 meters, the head target is shot with precision, three rounds, and the number of hits on the target is calculated." Zhuang Yan had already selected the subjects in his mind and said it casually.

Everyone coaxed and discussed again.

"This kid is so young, can he hit the 600-meter head target?"

"I heard that this kid is an experimental team of the Red Arrows Brigade. They specialize in training snipers. They are called the Hunter Squad. Their captain is quite famous in the army and has won many championships in shooting competitions..."

"Hunter team? I've heard that it's experimental, and it's only been established for a year."

"One year? Unless you are a genius, you will lose. Don't even think about it!"

"Okay!" The old white-haired man said, "Do you fight first or instructor No. 6?"

He said solemnly, "Me!"

"No. 2, No. 3, you two go to set up the targets."

"Yes!"

The target was quickly erected 600 meters away.

Most of all shooting ranges have one thing in common, the end is a hillside or mountain.

The advantage of this is that the bullet is shot directly into the mountain after it penetrates the target, and will not cause accidental damage to pedestrians in the surrounding villages.

It's getting late.

The light at the foot of the mountain is dim, in the shadow of the mountains.

The head target was like a poor little white spot in the shadows.

At a distance of 600 meters, he fell down solemnly, shot his gun, aimed...

Everyone held their breath.

There was no more discussion around, and it all quieted down.

They are all waiting for this shot.

"etc!"

Old Baimao stepped forward and put forward his own opinion: "How about making it more difficult?"

The solemn lying on the ground raised his head: "Huh?"

The old white hair said, "The time limit, five seconds, how about it?"

"Huh?" Majestic swallowed hard.

600 meters is considered long-distance sniping. For the Type 85 sniper rifle in hand, it uses special ammunition, which is not a problem at first, but the time limit is different.

Sniper is different from ordinary rifle shooting. Because the distance of ordinary rifle shooting is not so far, as long as the gun is well controlled and the man and gun are well combined, the rest is extremely fast.

But at 600 meters, as long as your muzzle shakes a little by 1mm, the bullet goes out and it is the end of the target.

To take into account the temperature, wind speed, light and other reasons at this distance, after shooting one shot, immediately shoot the second shot in more than a second, and it must hit the target.

This is simply difficult to get to the sky.

"Why?" The old white-haired man said, "The soldiers that Han Zizheng brought out are just the urine?"

This sentence completely aroused a solemn and competitive heart.

Shit, it's too much to deceive people!

"Row!"

As soon as Zhuang Yan finished speaking, the people around him blew up again.

Everyone ~www.novelmt.com~ felt solemn and crazy.

Serenity and Su Hui couldn't even take their breath away, they were sweating.

At least at the level of me and Lao Su, I can't handle it.

Solemn's sniping potential is great, and Han boasts that he has been admired by everyone, so as long as he is given a good gun and good training, he is no inferior to any sniper in the army.

Perhaps, there is still hope for solemnity...

The two kept comforting themselves in their hearts.

Zhuang Zheng was lying on his back, and he saw the target on the opposite side of the sight.

"One, two, three - start the timer!"

Bah—

Just as Old Baitou's "beginning" came out, the solemn gun rang.

Bah—

The warhead of a special sniper bullet spun rapidly and flew out.

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