The previous shot, although it hit the target, was only a sixth ring on the lower left.

If it is a few centimeters off, the third shot of myself will miss the target.

This made Zhuang Yan break into a cold sweat.

On the fourth shot, he fired a shot according to the aiming situation and feeling of the first and second shots.

Sure enough, it was still eighth from the right, but a little lower.

When there was only one bullet left in the chamber of the Type 85 sniper rifle, Zhuang Yan finally realized a fact.

Want to guarantee 10 rings?

Think beautifully!

Damn it, this is beyond the normal limits of this gun, and it's not something I should consider.

Of the four shots fired before, three shots from the right, eight shots from the left, and six shots from the bottom left, the shot from the bottom six on the left was actually the result of the slightly revised shooting.

Really, it is better not to do it, and the more you correct it, the more **** it becomes.

There is no problem with the aiming point of my first three shots. It may be because of the temperature of the shooting site, wind direction, humidity and other messy and subtle factors, so I let my bullets go to the right eight.

The 600m only deviates by 10CM and hits the 8th ring area. This is already the luck of burning high incense tombs and smoking, but I actually want to fix it?

That can only be a dead end, at least now that he has no such ability and no urine.

In the end, the third shot, which he deliberately made a little correction, almost missed the target, which disproved one thing - the three shots shot in the 8th ring area were flawless and did not need correction.

Figured it out, stop aiming the gun.

Do everything for aiming and firing yourself, and do the "cause" during the shooting process. As for the bullets flying out and missing 10 rings, you can only leave it to the sky.

He closed his eyes, stabilized his breath, then opened his eyes and looked at the chest ring target in the distance through the sight glass.

When the arrow points to the target, he gently depresses the trigger.

The audience was silent, and under the fiery sun, Majestic felt that his back was covered in sweat, and there were also beads of sweat on his forehead oozing from the brim of his cap and sliding down his cheeks.

"Ten rings!"

Xiao Jingui from the top team of the 1st division was the first to exclaim.

Then the others started screaming as if they saw a lottery jackpot drawn in front of them.

"Fuck! God!"

"Paralyze, I read that right! It's really 10!"

"Are you a human!?"

Amidst a lot of exclamations, he solemnly stood up, checked the gun, turned off the safety, backed the gun, and got off the shooting ground.

Don't look at it.

It looks superfluous.

Is the 10 ring, did not run!

He felt that he had to pretend to be thorough, and if he looked back, he would lose.

What I want is this taste, what I want is this style, what I want is this kind of momentum - Nima, Lao Tzu hit, hit, but it doesn't catch Lao Tzu's eyes, I'm awesome, I can hit again next time 10 rings, 10 rings is nothing special! Isn't it a broken 10 ring! ?

"Captain, shall we go back to eat?" Walking to Zhang Dapao's side, solemnly holding back a belly of laughter.

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the barracks.

Zhang Dabao, the reconnaissance battalion commander who was used to the 1st division on weekdays, was stunned this time.

After a while, he came back to his senses, glanced in the direction of Zhuang Yan, and said to himself, "Hey! This should be my line!?"

Solemnly carrying the long 85 sniper rifle, he walked unhurriedly on the concrete road leading to the barracks. Go, hide the merits and fame deeply, Ye left the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes still have the feeling of the legend of Ye.

Zhang Dabao suddenly laughed.

A heartfelt joy welled up in my heart.

As if the previous 10 ring was played by him personally.

Good people tend to think that making history with another good person is the most memorable and memorable.

The same goes for good soldiers.

You are an excellent soldier, and so am I. The years we went through together, brother, I will remember it in my heart and never forget it.

It's an honour……

can serve with you.

"Let's go, let's go! The top team of the 1st division, go back to eat! Go back to eat! Please drink soda at noon to relieve the heat!"

The elites of the 1st Division's shooting team noisily held their guns and left the shooting range with bullets.

Finally, people from other units in the shooting range also left one after another.

Only 2 divisions were left.

Chen Xiaobo stood where he was, until he could not see the solemn back, then turned to his soldiers and said, "We are leaving too, go back to eat!"

Everyone started to evacuate, only Gao Xiaoyang stayed still.

Chen Xiaobo took a few steps, looked back at him, and turned back.

"What's wrong?"

Gao Xiaoyang's face was not very good, he shook his head and said, "How is it possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" Chen Xiaobo said: "Xiaoyang, I told you, that Zhuang Yan will be your strongest opponent, be careful."

Gao Xiaoyang said, "Captain, that gun..."

"Huh?" Chen Xiaobo didn't seem to hear clearly.

"I can't shoot that gun..." Gao Xiaoyang said.

Chen Xiaobo comforted: "Hey! It's okay~lightnovelpub.net~ You think Zhuang Yan can be hit with a gun? Not necessarily, I can guarantee that the last shot was also blinded, didn't you see? He almost missed the target with one shot. already."

Chen Xiaobo's comfort made Gao Xiaoyang seem better.

However, the shadow in my heart already exists, like a black cloud slowly moving from the horizon, quickly shrouding my heart, and it is dark.

One shot to fame.

Zhuang Yan's shot in the morning made him a complete celebrity in the elite team.

Many top players from other projects came to the shooting team's row room to congratulate Zhuang Yan, and by the way, they listened to others bragging about Zhuang Yan, how they were so arrogant, how powerful, and how to make other top teachers stunned.

Xu Xingguo did not come.

Zhuang Yan did not see Xu Xingguo either.

Although it is a company, Xu Xingguo's small temper is solemn and clear.

This guy, I am afraid that he is holding back his strength now, and he will not have the face to appear in front of him unless he wins the obstacle course.

For the next two days, the previous day and a half were not the training time for the 1st Division Shooting Team, so everyone was very busy.

Zhang Dapao didn't arrange too much training. When he got up in the morning and ran a five-kilometer activity, he didn't need to spend as many minutes and seconds as required.

During the day, I do some training on the stability of the gun, and I don't train to death.

After all, the game is about to be played, and I have been injured in training for the past two days, which is not worth the loss.

After training, there is a lot of time. No matter which unit's shooting training team, the biggest pastime is to organize a unified group to go to the shooting range to watch the top training of other brother units.

After all, knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy will never end in a hundred battles.

There is also no rule that you are not allowed to watch other people's training. The purpose of competition is to communicate, so it is still very open.

On the first night of the military coaching team, the rules of the game were finally issued.

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