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The range is not as long as the 800m distance.

Because no one has hit such a long sniper range before.

Fortunately, the 4th division is not good, but the venue is particularly good.

The straight line distance is not enough, but the shooting range is wide enough, the target is erected at the farthest northeast corner, and then the shooting ground line is set at the farthest southwest corner.

The entire shooting range is equally slashed across.

In order to show fairness, Tang Wenkai asked people to go to Yizheng to get an observation mirror with a laser ranging function and take a good measurement.

Everyone was forced to move to a new shooting area.

This time, everyone watched it as a spectator.

No one believed that Zhuang Yan could hit the target at a distance of 800 meters.

This is simply Arabian Nights!

Everyone has played the 85 sniper, but it's not that they don't know which bird has performance. It's okay to go 600 meters in the sky, but it depends entirely on luck to go 800 meters.

The sweat on Niu Shilin's forehead turned into a stream.

This distance is too far.

The crosswind correction alone gave him a headache. He didn't understand how Zhuang Yan could shoot so quickly, and how did he calculate the amount of corrections such as wind deflection?

Of course, he would not understand how terrifying the amount of training Zhuang Yan had on the 85 sniper.

Each sniper in the "Hunter" team consumes an average of 5,000 rounds of ammunition on the sniper rifle each year, and more during training.

For someone like Zhuang Yan, no one has ever counted how many 85 sniper bullets he fired, because he can't count them, he can only say that his consumption is more...

Massive ammunition consumption and countless repeated practice, plus talent, solemnly pick up the gun, lie on the ground without using instruments or grass, just raise your head and let the wind blow your face, look around Know how much wind is blowing, from which direction, how much to correct...

What is the unity of man and gun?

This is.

When a gun is held in the hand, all the values ​​of the elements will instantly appear in the mind, and the correction formula under any situation seems to be reflected in the eyes, even the value of the hammer spring pressure as small as a trigger can be transmitted through the fingertips. into the mind.

This is the pinnacle of a shooter.

The 4th Division scouts present would never understand how terrifying this guy known as the "Gun King" was standing in front of him.

bah—

The long-awaited gunshot sounded, and the sound came from the so-called position of the solemn.

"Did you hit?"

"I don't know, I can't see clearly!"

"I think it's just pretending to be a coercive offender, and forgetting it's over. Anyway, everyone can't hit, at most it's a tie..."

When everyone was talking, the division leaders who had been sitting at the back couldn't help but stand up.

Niu Shilin was unable to target effectively.

No matter how he sets the crosshair in the reticle, such as how many times the wheel twists the direction hand wheel to correct it, it still feels like stepping on cotton, and it feels empty.

Because he has never tried to use 85 sniper shooting at such a long distance, he is not sure at all.

He calculated N times of wind repair, and finally found a correction value that he thought was possible.

However, when the arrow of the crosshair is wrapped around the target, it is found that the shaking of the arrow is almost uncontrollable at the extreme distance - the small arrow is much larger than the target, and the target is only a small black spot in the 4x mirror, sesame seeds. size.

He even began to suspect that perhaps the solemnity was just veiled.

In this case, how to shoot?

How to hit?

In the end, Niu Shilin pulled the trigger.

He had already given up hope for a hit.

Just to finish this one shot.

Now, all he can pin his hopes on is solemnity and failure.

That would be at least a tie, which was the last way to save face.

Even, for a moment, he felt how stupid it was for him to be booing with his comrades before, and to have a confrontation with this special operations graduate intern cadre.

The target was finally taken back by the security personnel.

Standing on the ridge where the firing ground line is located.

The scouts couldn't hold back their curiosity, they swarmed up and surrounded the two targets.

On the solemn target, the bullet hole is located in the upper eighth ring, hitting the throat.

On Niu Shilin's target paper, it was completely empty and completely clean!

Niu Shilin's mind was blank.

The voices of others around him seemed to be separated by a world away.

Impressed!

There were only these two words in his mind.

"Captain." He licked his dry lips and said to Zhuang Yan, "In the future, I will practice whatever you ask me to do. If I say half a word of bitterness, I, Niu Shilin, was raised by the son of a tortoise!"

The discussion stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on the solemn body.

Deputy division commander Ma Xuefeng and several division chiefs stepped forward and went straight to the target.

After reading it several times, even the well-informed division chiefs like Ma Xuefeng were shocked.

Ma Xuefeng stepped forward and looked up and down solemnly several times.

Then, he suddenly grabbed the solemn hand and lifted it up.

It was a pair of hands with thick calluses. The skin on the tiger's mouth, thumb and index finger were hardened, and there were many scars that looked like old wounds.

From these hands, he moved his gaze upwards. It was a heroic, angular face, and eyes that were as calm as water but couldn't see the bottom like a deep pool.

"Do you know what the farthest sniper distance is with this gun in your hand?" asked Deputy Commander Ma Xuefeng.

solemnly replied: "1300 meters."

"Do you know who created this record?" Ma Xuefeng asked again.

Shaking his head solemnly: "I don't know, I heard from the predecessors of the previous army."

Ma Xuefeng said: "It was during the war between the two mountains. It was my comrades who shot. In 1987, I was there too."

There was a commotion from the people below.

Apparently, no one knew that this gun could do so well.

"But bullets don't work." Zhuang Yan said honestly: "There is almost no repeatability at 1,300 meters. To be able to hit, in addition to the talent of the shooter, there is also luck."

Ma Xuefeng nodded and said, "That's right, after that time, no one could hit the target again at such a long distance, and I never tried again."

He asked someone to fetch an 85 sniper rim shell, played with it for a while, and then threw it on the palm of his hand.

"I want you to know a lot about firearms, as well as bullets. Back then, my comrades also used this batch of bullets to hit that amazing hit distance~lightnovelpub.net~ Ma Xuefeng's eyes shifted from the bullets to the solemn face.

"If I give you three chances, can you hit the target 1,300 meters away? You don't need a chest ring target, use a humanoid target."

Solemn was stunned.

Even if the humanoid target is much larger than the chest ring target, the distance of 1300 meters...

That is simply a distance beyond the theoretical limit of the 85 sniper rifle.

Ma Xuefeng added: "You can give it a try, because I have never seen such an amazing sniper after the first use."

Everyone present fell silent and their breathing slowed down, for fear that they would not be able to hear the solemn answer due to the heavy breathing, even if they missed a word.

"Let me try."

After a long time, solemnly nodded and said, "I haven't played that far, but I think I can challenge it."