"You wait here for a moment, I'll go register and collect the bullets for you."
Zhou Hua said to Jiang Fan and walked towards a small house next to him.
Jiang Fan also looked at the scene.
At the scene, there were seventy or eighty targets in total.
At this time, there were more than thirty test soldiers firing guns.
Behind them, hundreds of guns were placed.
These guns will be delivered next.
Before being delivered to the local army, it must be inspected and the accuracy, wear and tear, and other data must be qualified before it can be shipped out from here.
And these data need to be verified by people personally.
In the target hall, there are dozens of target reporters and recorders recording data.
Jiang Fan stepped forward and took a look and found that the ones being checked were all 955 rifles used by soldiers in the regular army and pistols used by commanders.
Soon, Zhou Hua came over with a hundred rounds of ammunition in a small box.
He asked Jiang Fan: "Do you want to masturbate first, a pistol or a rifle or a sniper rifle?"
Jiang Fan said: "Let's masturbate first, stay with the rifle and lastly I'll try the sniper rifle."
"Then let's take the position on No. 38."
Zhou Hua led Jiang Fan to the target position.
"In front. I've already sent people over to the target trench. Just hit it directly. The people over there will bring the data and paper."
Zhou Hua said to Jiang Fan.
Then he gave Jiang Fan the walkie-talkie and helped him adjust the channel so that he could communicate directly with the staff in the target trench.
Jiang Fan nodded and took out a pistol from his equipment, and Zhou Hua also put the bullets aside.
Jiang Fan said to Zhou Hua: "Why don't you go back first? My gun inspection will probably take a while, not that fast."
Zhou Hua said: "It's okay, it's noon anyway, our rest time, and I also want to see how your special forces' marksmanship is."
Jiang Fan smiled and said nothing more.
Four targets have been erected at 10 meters, 20 meters, 30 meters and 50 meters in front. Each target is one meter apart, allowing Jiang Fan to randomly find a target to shoot at.
Jiang Fan picked up the pistol, inserted the loaded magazine, and began to aim.
Zhou Hua, who was standing behind him, was also looking at him intently. When he thought Jiang Fan would take aim for a while before shooting, who knew the next second...
Bang bang bang bang...
Jiang Fan only aimed for less than two seconds before pulling the trigger of the pistol and firing a total of seven bullets.
"Shall I go and shoot directly?"
"Wouldn't this miss the target?"
Zhou Hua, who was standing behind, was shocked when he saw Jiang Fan shooting so fast.
At this time, Jiang Fan did not stop.
He aimed at the 20-meter target on one side and shot eight times in a row.
The pistol's ammunition capacity is 15 rounds, enough for him to hit two targets.
Without Zhou Hua reacting, Jiang Fan loaded another pistol magazine, then aimed at the 30-meter and 50-meter targets, and fired 7 and 8 shots respectively.
It only took less than a minute to wait for a total of 30 bullets in the two magazines.
Zhou Hua on the side was stunned.
Is this the difference between special forces and ordinary arms like them? They all fire continuously during gun inspection?
According to Jiang Fan's shooting method just now, their bullets didn't even know where to float, so it would be strange that they could hit the target.
Jiang Fan picked up the walkie-talkie and called directly: "Target trench, target trench! Please collect the data and targets and bring them up. Thank you."
"The target trench is received, the target trench is received."
After the staff of the target trench responded, Jiang Fan saw them turn all four targets above.
After a while, the statistical results came out. Only one staff member was seen, and he detoured directly from the underground runway on the side and ran up behind them.
"Section Chief Zhou, it turns out to be you. Were you the one who fired the pistol just now?"
"Why is your marksmanship so good? Every shot hits 10 rings."
Zhou Hua's heart was shaking, "What did you say? Just 10 meters, 20 meters, 30 meters, 50 meters, a total of 38 bullets, all 10 hits?"
The target trench personnel also nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, look, this is the target paper for you to shoot!"
Zhou Hua quickly snatched the four targets from the hands of the target trench personnel. After taking a closer look, he found that the bullet holes on them were all densely distributed in a ten-ring circle.
"Oh my God! This is impossible! He shot so fast. He actually hit the 10th ring. At a distance of 50 meters, the accuracy of this gun was actually able to hit the 10th ring. And it was still shooting continuously. .”
"Comrade Jiang Fan, how did you do it?"
When the target trench personnel nearby heard this, they couldn't help but curiously asked: "Chief Zhou, wasn't you the one who fired the shot just now?"
Zhou Hua scolded: "Nonsense, didn't you hear the gunfire just now? It was a continuous shooting. If I could hit ten rings with continuous shooting, what the hell would I still be here? I would go directly to the special forces and become a special soldier." Got it!"
He pointed at Jiang Fan and said, "He was the one who hit me."
"Who is this chief?" The trench personnel then turned their attention to Jiang Fan and couldn't help but look at him curiously.
He had worked here for several years and basically knew all the grassroots leaders in the entire arsenal, but he had never seen the young-looking but major-level officer in front of him.
Zhou Hua pursed his lips and said: "A person who can shoot ten rings in a row, besides the special forces, who else can do it?"
"Special Forces?" When the officer heard these three words, his eyes suddenly burst into light and he looked at Jiang Fan with admiration.
It can be said that no matter where the three words special forces are, they are definitely the ultimate goal that every soldier yearns for.
"Hey! You haven't answered me yet how you did it!" Zhou Hua was too lazy to pay attention to the target trench personnel and asked Jiang Fan again.
Jiang Fan pointed to the pistol in his hand and said with a smile: "Didn't you see everything just now? This is how you did it."
After saying that, Jiang Fan took the target paper in his hand. After taking a quick glance at each target paper, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Seeing Jiang Fan's expression, Zhou Hua became even more uneasy, "No! You hit ten rings with every shot, why are you still frowning? Are you not satisfied with such results?"
Jiang Fan pointed at the bullet holes on several target papers and said, "Look, the bullet holes I shot are widely scattered around the ten rings. This proves that the accuracy of this pistol is not very high."
Zhou Hua and the trench personnel next to him were stunned for an instant.
Zhou Hua shouted: "You were shooting continuously just now, and you were testing your damn accuracy. If you can hit the target, you're awesome, okay? What's more, you shot ten rings, don't you call this accuracy?" ?”
"And you only fired one round. To test the accuracy, you need to fire at least hundreds of bullets to test it, right?"
Jiang Fan smiled lightly and said: "For me, this is how accuracy is tested."
"If I'm just testing big targets, then even a gun with crappy accuracy can hit 10 rings in my hand. Does that mean this gun has high accuracy?"
Zhou Hua: "..."
Target trench personnel: "..."
They naturally know how to test the accuracy. It is nothing more than giving so many bullets and letting a soldier with better marksmanship shoot.
As long as there is no problem with aiming and shooting, then it depends on the distribution of the bullets on the target.
If the distribution of bullet holes is relatively dense, it proves that the accuracy is relatively high; if it is relatively scattered, it proves that the purity is relatively low.
However, the testing process was completely different from Jiang Fan's.
People all shoot in bursts, that is, they aim and then shoot, and after shooting, they aim again and shoot again.
Instead of pulling the trigger like Jiang Fan and shooting out all the bullets in one go.
As for the 30 shots fired by Jiang Fan, although the bullets all hit the 10th ring, the bullet holes were distributed around the 10th ring, which was extremely unstable and widely distributed.
Of course, the current accuracy has also reached the standard, but it just cannot meet the standard required by Jiang Fan.
"Try the rifle."
Jiang Fan said.
Zhou Hua asked: "How are you going to shoot the rifle? Are you going to shoot continuously like just now?"
Jiang Fan said: "It depends on the situation."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Fan said to the target trencher: "Please help me set the target in the range of 100 meters to 600 meters. There are 5 targets in total."
Zhou Hua frowned slightly: "The effective range of this 101 rifle is the same as that of the 955 rifle, which is 400 meters. The accuracy will drop a lot after 400 meters, so the test doesn't make much sense, right?"
The target trench personnel also said: "Although we will also test those behind five or six hundred meters during our own testing, we are more testing their penetration. The accuracy will indeed be very unstable, but within 400 meters , as long as you shoot according to the rules, the accuracy is quite high."
Jiang Fan said: "It's okay, let's try it first."
Jiang Fan said so, and naturally they couldn't refuse. The target trench personnel immediately ran back and started setting up.
The target trenches at the shooting range are all connected to each other, which means that the target trenches extend to 1 kilometer away. They can run down to any position below, which also facilitates them to record data and move the target.
A few minutes later, the guard's voice came over the intercom, telling Jiang Fan that he could start shooting.
Jiang Fan immediately loaded the bullet and started taking aim.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhou Hua suddenly shouted: "Comrade Jiang Fan, don't tell me that you want to stand and shoot?"
Jiang Fan asked back: "What? Are you not allowed to shoot while standing here?"
Zhou Hua was stunned: "Of course not! I mean, don't you want to test the accuracy of the rifle? How to test it while standing? Does it mean that you shoot the same while standing and lying down?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "That's right."
Zhou Hua: "..."
Jiang Fan asked: "Are there any questions? If not, I will shoot?"
Zhou Hua shook his head and said with some difficulty: "Fight...fight."
"OK."
Jiang Fan turned his head and began to take aim.
When Zhou Hua was thinking about whether to shoot the rifle or stand up, Jiang Fan's aim would take longer.
The next second, he heard the sound of gunshots.
Yes, Jiang Fan started shooting less than three seconds after taking aim.
Bang bang bang...
Still firing rapidly, bullets one after another.
But this time Jiang Fan did not choose to join forces, but to shoot.
It's just that there is no difference between the speed of his firing and the look on his face, and the speed of turning it off is very fast.
Even so, Zhou Hua was shocked again!
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This chapter is a little less, more than three thousand.
The author goes to bed first!
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