Miao Yongjian took the gun handed to him by the staff.
Because the gun's program has to match the equipment of the entire room, it is completely different from the guns they usually use.
Although the appearance imitates a certain model of gun used before, the internal structure is completely different after all, so there are no bullets in this gun. Instead, it is equipped with various integrated circuit circuit boards, which is lighter than the previous gun. Quite a few.
He weighed the weight of the gun and then said, "This gun is different. It's a bit too light."
When the others heard this, they were all stunned, and then said: "Then this will affect our shooting results."
"Yes, but how do we determine if this is a special situation?"
“If we don’t hit our target because of this, what does that count for?”
It is obvious that many people have begun to anticipate the worst even without touching the gun.
Centipede said expressionlessly: "If you were on the battlefield and missed the opportunity to kill the enemy because of a mistake, would you blame yourself or the gun?"
Although everyone said nothing, there were many people complaining in their hearts.
Centipede continued: "Blame yourself is a mature idea, good at reviewing, and finally find the cause. As for those who blame the gun, what you should consider is your own willpower."
"On the battlefield, even if I give you a pistol, you have to use your sniper rifle skills. Can you do this?"
There was silence again.
The special soldier holding the gun adjusted his posture after listening to his words.
Centipede asked: "Are you ready?"
Miao Yongjian nodded. .
Then, the autumn wind blew.
The surrounding scene turned into fallen leaves, and everything around was golden.
There was even a cold wind blowing under my feet.
Suddenly, there was a gunshot from the front.
Miao Yongjian hurriedly stared at the magnifying glass, like a magnifying glass, looking for the gun target in the picture in front of him.
Others also squinted to see it, and everyone discussed in a low voice: "It seems that this device is really powerful. Those small pictures are too small to be seen."
"I'm really curious, how do you aim at such a small thing? Even if I aim at it, can I hit it accurately?"
Jiang Fan took advantage of this opportunity, walked directly to the corner, and fell asleep.
After Huya saw it, he was shocked and speechless.
For a moment, he didn't know if Jiang Fan was too arrogant or if he didn't take this assessment seriously at all.
Is he so confident?
After Jiang Fan adjusted his posture, he went directly into deep sleep.
As long as he closes his eyes, unless there are special circumstances, he will not be awakened by other sounds in the environment he sets.
The deep sleep time Jiang Fan set for himself was every five minutes.
You will wake up after five minutes, and then consider whether to enter deep sleep again according to your needs.
Although the effect of resting like this is not good, Jiang Fan can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor at this time.
Miao Yongjian took aim for a long time and finally locked the position of the target. But just when he was about to shoot, the target moved!
Miao Yongjian's mentality collapsed.
"What are you doing? Can the gun target still open its legs and run by itself?"
Centipede said: "This is a simulation of a real battlefield. What you call a gun target is actually the enemy's head. The enemy is alive and will of course move."
Although Miao Yongjian was in a irritable mood, he had to readjust his emotions. He opened his mouth and looked for the location of the gun target again.
Just when he locked the position of the gun target, a few more leaves fell from the tree. By chance, the gun target passed in front of him, blocking Miao Yongjian's sight.
After the lantern leaves slowly fell to the ground, he raised his head and found that the gun target was gone again.
He collapsed and said: "There are too many bugs, there is no way to lock them down."
He aimed like this for five minutes. Jiang Fan woke up and took a look and found that he was still aiming, so he fell asleep again.
Centipede said: "You treat this place as a battlefield. Everything is random. This tests both your mentality and your ability."
Miao Yongjian's psychological quality was on the verge of collapse, and his psychological defenses disappeared in an instant.
After another two minutes, Miao Yongjian finally aimed at the target and fired a shot, but he underestimated the impact of wind speed on the bullet.
The distance of two thousand meters is too far. If you are not careful, the bullet will directly deviate from the trajectory.
He was the unlucky one. The bullet strayed relatively far and hit the tree trunk about ten centimeters away from the target.
The gun target disappeared again.
This miss made Miao Yongjian's hands seem to be shaking.
He tried again, probably because of his first miss, which caused him to miss the target again when the last shot was relieved and he was extremely uneasy.
When he tried for the third time, his heart felt like a ball of knotted wool, and he couldn't even find a breakthrough point.
The distance between the three shots is getting farther and farther.
Centipede looked at the computer in his hand, which displayed Miao Yongjian's heartbeat at this time.
There is a detection device on the gun, and there is a pulse detector on the hand position, which shows that Miao Yongjian's heartbeat has exceeded 110 at this time.
Centipede frowned and said: "Calm down a little and try switching to an 800-meter non-magnified lens."
It's still the same environment, but the layer where the target is located seems to be further forward.
Everyone squinted their eyes and began to search for the gun targets. At this time, Miao Yongjian's eyes were in chaos. He felt that the scenes here were all the same and could not tell the difference at all.
After watching for a while, he took a deep breath and said, "I quit."
Everyone looked at him with blank expressions. This wave was unexpected.
He hasn't done anything yet, so why did he quit?
"What's wrong with him? Is he stimulated by something?"
"I think his mentality has collapsed. I just saw his arms shaking."
"Think about it, for an elite special forces soldier, the training intensity is not low at ordinary times. As a result, the person's physical strength was almost exhausted yesterday. He probably hasn't recovered yet today. The difficulty of the test has become so high. It's normal for the body to be unable to bear it. .”
The person on the side shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity, but I feel even more stressed now."
Centipede didn't say anything, but just motioned for him to put the gun on the table and leave.
When Miao Yongjian left, he saw Jiang Fan sleeping in the corner. For a moment, he felt dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart.
He envied Jiang Fan's good attitude. In this situation, his heartbeat was so fast that he felt like he was going to die.
But Jiang Fan was able to fall asleep.
Every time he left, he found another corner to sit down.
He was very curious about Jiang Fan's results, whether they were better than his own or at the same level. This moment was crucial to him. (End of chapter)
