The target continued to move backwards.

This time, it's 200 meters.

Cui Weinan and Wei Shuping couldn't sit still anymore, and ran to the shooting range from the shade of the tree.

Not only them, but the other students have already messed up their formations, and they all try to drill towards the place closest to the shooting range.

The school's instructors had to come out to maintain order, and drove those students back to their original places like sheep.

200 meters.

A target the size of a bullet casing.

Zhuang Yan could no longer see the shell with the naked eye.

It can only be seen clearly in a 6x sniper scope.

However, compared with the distance of 150 meters, the caliber is much smaller.

The farther the distance, the more environmental influence factors, and the greater the impact.

Sniping is like that, if it's a big target, 50 meters might just be a drizzle.

But such a fine target is 50 meters away, and the difficulty increases exponentially.

Instructor Hussein of sat walked behind the target, picked up the mineral water and gave himself two gulps.

He walked to Zhuang Yan's side and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Zhuang, it's an honor to compete with you."

Zhuang Yan was stunned and didn't react for a while.

This is a veteran sergeant major.

The sat brigade chose him to compete with them in front of so many high-ranking officials, and he must be the top shooting person in their brigade.

The t** team is professional, so the sense of hierarchy is quite ingrained.

A veteran is a veteran, and a veteran is a qualification.

It is an honor for recruits to be applauded by veterans.

Zhuang Yan quickly stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.

"I'm honored to play with you too, Instructor Hussein."

Although the game has not yet been decided, judging from Hussein's performance, at least from his body, solemnly can see the dignity and generosity that belong to the soldiers.

Winning or losing has nothing to do with the dignity of a soldier, it is a matter of degrading dignity that cannot afford to lose.

Instructor Hussein patted the solemn arm and said with a smile, "Come on, Zhuang, I won't be merciful next time."

"Me too." He responded solemnly and not arrogantly.

Looking at the back of Hussein's departure, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that he was encouraging himself, because he was afraid that he was too young and under too much pressure, which would lead to abnormal performance.

Instructor Hussein prefers to look at the highest level, so he would rather be solemn and be able to play better.

Hussain himself was not 100% sure about the 200-meter shooting of the bullet casing.

It's not because I've never played before.

hit.

In the advanced sniper training class organized by the sat brigade, the top snipers can hit the 150-meter bullet casing at most.

Although this is not a prescribed assessment standard, it is a fixed training item for each training class.

In the sat brigade, several well-known old master chiefs and officers can concentrate the psg-1 shell openings at 200 meters.

However, no one has a 100% success rate.

Hussein was the first one, and the best record was two out of three and one shot.

This is already top level.

Now, he must hit the first hit.

Because there is no chance to hit the second round, each person only has one chance for one bullet.

He couldn't help closing his eyes in front of his target and prayed silently in his heart.

Then get down, pick up your psg-1 sniper rifle, and slowly mix your breathing.

In the scope, a small round hole appears on the right side of the dividing plate.

"Don't be nervous...don't be nervous..."

Two-thirds hit rate.

Seventy-five percent...

This is already high.

Hussain told himself to pay attention.

In the 200 meters, he believed that Zhuang Yan might have the ability to hit, but he may not have enough luck to hit the first serve.

This soldier appears to be quite a sniper.

The only weakness, maybe because he's too young?

If you are too young, you will have insufficient on-the-spot experience, you will be nervous, and you will make mistakes.

The divided crosshair has moved slowly to the round mouth of the cartridge case.

Now, every inch of every building has to be very careful.

At a distance of 200 meters, a hole with a diameter of only about 10mm needs to be covered. As long as it is slightly shaken, the front sight in the scope is like a naughty elf, and it will not live in peace.

Take one deep breath, reducing your breathing to its lowest frequency.

Hussein opted for a more wobbly grip - instead of clenching the grip with his right hand, he rested his palm lightly on the right side of the small grip, and then a forefinger gently inserted into it. retainer, lightly rest on the trigger.

This trick was learned by him during the training of his special forces at Yingjiang's house. After countless trials, it is very easy to use and very stable.

The psg-1 sniper rifle in his hand is dedicated to him, the trigger stroke is adjusted to the minimum, and the trigger force is also adjusted to the minimum.

This will help you reduce the shaking caused by the afterburner during the firing process, but this method is not suitable for recruits.

Because the trigger travel is short and light, a single touch fires the gun, and recruits sometimes bang their guns before aiming.

Veterans have a lighter feel, are more familiar with guns, and can send and receive freely.

The sight in the scope finally stabilized and slowly reached the upper edge of the shell.

He had to raise the trajectory a little, but the trajectory of the "Magic" reloading projectile was relatively straight, and even at a distance of 200 meters, it still didn't need to be corrected too much.

bah—

The bullet finally came out.

Instructor Hussein seemed to be silent. He was like a glutton who had just swallowed a piece of top bluefin tuna, reminiscing about the whole chewing process.

The bullet casings in the mirror disappeared.

hit!

There was a glimmer of joy in his heart.

However, there is still uncertainty.

Because rubbing bullets can also knock out bullet casings.

If it did not directly hit the center of the bullet hole and the warhead did not shoot into the shell, then the difference could be seen from the wreckage of the shell.

A bullet is not a hit, this is already stated in the rules.

He slowly got up from the ground.

Taking off the noise-cancelling headphones, Hussein wanted to see what happened to his opponent.

Turning his head to look, what caught his eye was the solemn man who had already stood there across a target, smiling at him.

Hussein's heart skipped a beat to his throat.

This soldier actually fired earlier than himself! ?

God! (I want to write about that, paralyzed and afraid of crabs!)

That guy has been playing guns since his mother's womb! ?

Ahmed was the last of the three to get up~lightnovelpub.net~ However, his grades did not seem to be ideal. In between, he shook his head and sighed, first looking at Hussein, then turning his head Look solemn.

"I lost."

Ahmed said generously: "I ran the target."

The sidelines suddenly exploded again.

"Instructor Ahmed missed the target?"

"how so!"

Wei Shuping and Cui Weinan also looked at each other.

"Our boy won again?" Cui Weinan asked.

Wei Shuping said: "It seems that, at least it didn't run the bullet, but whether it hit the shell or not has to be verified."

"It's too fierce!" Cui Weinan said, "Why do I feel that we are a little sorry for the audience when we carry the rank of officer on our backs."