A new week, a new beginning.
The students were gathered and pulled up at five o'clock. They were pulled to the shooting range sleepily without washing or having breakfast.
The location is less than 100 meters behind the dormitory, and the target distance is only 80 meters, and the shooting is still a half-body target.
The attributes of the shooting range are already very clear.
It is a tactical shooting range that specializes in rapid response shooting and special shooting techniques.
There are mounds of several meters high on three sides of the shooting range. The remaining east side is the entry and waiting area. There are 11 shooting positions, each with a cement butt.
And now there is a square camouflage oilcloth spread out next to each gun butt.
There are a bunch of gun parts on it!
The people who come here are all veterans who have been playing guns for several years, and they are all elites from various companies. Ordinary precision shooting has no meaning anymore.
Everyone gets perfect marks when they go up, which simply cannot achieve the required training purpose.
This is special training, not daily training.
Yuan Lang knew this very well.
So we prepared such a good show.
"One two one, one two one, stand firm."
"Turn left, look right, look forward, take a break, stand at attention."
The special training team shouted slogans and ran all the way over to stand in line in front of the shooting range. Old A on duty officer trotted up to Yuan Lang and saluted and reported.
"Reporting to Comrade Captain, the special training brigade has been brought to the shooting training range and lined up. 44 people should be present, but 44 people are actually present. Please give your instructions."
Yuan Lang saluted and replied: "It will unfold as planned."
"yes!"
The duty officer saluted, ran back to the front of the team, and gave the command: "Take a break~"
As the officer on duty, Qi Huan walked to the front of the team with a folder and announced to the trainees: "The shooting is done in a squatting position. From the beginning to the end, you only have one minute. You must shoot all the bullets in the magazine."
After explaining the rules of this shooting in an extremely simple way, Qi Huan began to issue shooting orders.
"Column 1, ready..."
Qi Huan held a stopwatch in his hand and pressed the timer while shouting: "Start!"
There was only one minute of shooting time in the whole process, and the students in the first row did not dare to delay, let alone lead the team into the venue in a disciplined manner.
Instead, they all ran towards the shooting position 10 meters away at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
One person per person from left to right.
Chengcai and Wu Liuyi, who were in the front row, were the first to run to the shooting position. They were dumbfounded when they saw the pile of parts in front of them.
"My dear, why did it decompose?"
"95 has never been played before, and it is broken down completely? How can it be fun?"
Chengcai and Wu Liuyi complained endlessly in their hearts. The other one was anxious and angry, and they wanted to turn around and punch Yuan Lang twice in the face.
But there was only one minute in total, and every second of delay meant one second was lost, so the two of them could only forcefully go ahead.
Fortunately, the structure of the Type 95 itself is relatively uncomplicated. In addition, the structures of all automatic rifles are basically the same, and the parts and components are all very different.
The most important thing is that Yuan Lang did not do anything.
The Type 95 rifle is only semi-disassembled. The front butt part has not been removed. Only the rear bolt part has been removed. Counting the magazine, there are only five or six parts.
Chengcai and Wu Liu fumbled while watching others learn, and it took them more than 40 seconds to finally load the gun.
At this time, other students had already started shooting, and the bullets flew towards the target. The bullets hit the slope behind and made dust fly.
Chengcai believed in his shooting talent, and he was still confident with 20 seconds left.
But after the first shot was fired, his confidence was shattered.
"Shit, the sights are not calibrated."
The shooting distance was only 80 meters, and he could completely see the dust that bounced off the impact point of the bullet. Seeing the bullet deflecting nearly half a meter to the left, Chengcai just wanted to curse.
"The sight is completely crooked, what the hell is going on."
On the other hand, Wu Liuyi also encountered this problem. He had already wasted a lot of time assembling the gun, but the mold was still crooked, which made him even more annoyed.
The two of them were anxious and angry but had no time to adjust, so they could only reluctantly hold the gun and rely on prediction to fight.
He used a crooked sight to predict the shooting, and the shooting speed was even faster. To finish the bullets in the magazine, the most important thing was that it was not yet dawn.
Shooting in gray vision conditions is simply too difficult.
"stop!"
Qi Huan gave an order and the target shooting time was over.
The students included Wu Liuyi who had not finished the fight. Although they were very unwilling to do so, they had no choice but to put down their guns and stand up.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Chengcai was unwilling to give up and did not stop. He fired three more shots before the handle was withdrawn.
"Three points deducted!"
Yuan Lang deducted points mercilessly, and one point was deducted for every extra bullet fired.
He picked up the walkie-talkie and called out: "Start reporting targets."
"Report to the captain, 3 shots from No. 1, 2 shots from No. 2, 1 shot from No. 3, 5 shots from No. 4, 1 shot from No. 5, 3 shots from No. 6... 1 shot from No. 10, 3 shots from No. 11, completed."
After hearing the shooting results of all the students, Yuan Lang laughed out loud and said angrily: "There are 11 people, each with 25 rounds of ammunition, a total of 275 rounds, and only 27 rounds hit the target in total. This shooting range has never seen such poor results.
Never had!
All of you shameful warrior kings will deduct 5 points from me. "
"Report!" Wu Liuyi felt dissatisfied.
"43, speak." Yuan Lang approved.
Wu Liuyi turned back and said loudly: "The firearm is in a decomposed state. We have never fired the Type 95 rifle. There is not enough time."
"One-sided emphasis on objective reasons, two extra points will be deducted." Yuan Lang said coldly.
Except for Wu Liuyi, the students in the first row are all timid or have strong endurance, including Cheng Cai, who is very scheming.
As soon as Wu Liu asked a question, he was deducted two points. When he hit a target, he was awarded 7 points.
No one else dared to say anything.
Seeing that no other students came out to offer opinions, Qi Huan issued an order: "Column 1, gather at the head of the group on the left, give your own instructions to take them back, and go to the right field to stand by."
During the gap when the first column was brought back, several old A's entered the shooting position to dismantle their weapons and replace them with new magazines.
The students in the queue originally saw that the distance was only 80 meters, and they were still shooting at a half-length target of 200 meters. The shooting difficulty was too low.
Everyone is confident.
Even Xu Sanduo, who has never played 95, does not feel much psychological pressure.
Tuo Yonggang's eyes sparkled, he couldn't hold back the impulse and excitement in his heart, and vowed to show off his skills on the shooting range.
But after finishing the first round of shooting, Wu Liuyi said that he had to arm his weapon before shooting.
There was a little murmuring in my heart!
However, it just feels that the difficulty is a little higher. People like Tuo Yonggang and others who have already mastered the 95 rifle are still full of confidence in themselves.
Because no one in the first column stood up to refute, the follow-up did not return to the original queue, but took it to the right field.
These students who have not practiced target shooting yet do not know that the disassembly of firearms is just an appetizer. The biggest difficulty they need to face is that the sight is crooked and not calibrated.
"Second column, ready..."
Still the same as before, Qi Huan held a stopwatch in his hand and pressed the timer while shouting: "Start!"
Tuo Yonggang, who was full of confidence in this shooting, and Wu Zhe, who spent the whole day using books yesterday to find his gun feel, reached their shooting positions in a few strides.
Both of them have a lot of background, and they have already mastered the Type 95 rifle.
Swish, brush, brush~
Tuoyong just had a few small brushes, and it took him less than 10 seconds to assemble the Type 95 rifle. He put his elbows on his knees and started taking aim.
"Pah pah pah pah~"
Tuo Yonggang was very confident in his marksmanship. The gap in his aim was aligned with three o'clock and one line, and he fired a series of single shots, and the bullets flew out one after another.
After firing more than a dozen bullets in one breath, Tuoyong, who was overconfident, just realized something was wrong.
Why is the bullet's impact point raising dust always on the left side of the target?
"Eh??"
Tuoyong just took his eyes away from the sight, looked at the target in the distance, then moved it back to re-aim, fired once and then turned back to look.
"Damn it, why is it crooked? Isn't the sight calibrated?"
Tuo Yonggang finally discovered that something was wrong with the mechanical sight, and then fired two more rounds to verify that there was something wrong with the sight.
"Asshole, this must be intentional. If there is a deviation from normal, it won't be like this."
Tuo Yonggang was so angry that his face changed color.
I finally understood why the people in the first column just now had an average success rate of less than one-tenth, which was worse than that of the recruits in the new company.
It turns out it was the sight that was doing the trick.
But when I realized it now, it was obviously too late.
Tuo Yonggang was ready to show off his skills here, and his bullshit had already been blown away, but now he fired 20 rounds of bullets because his precise aim was all wrong. How could he accept this?
Annoyed, he casually fired the remaining few shots. In less than a minute of shooting time, Tuo Yong stood up directly.
His face was full of dissatisfaction! !
Next to him, Wu Zhe was also filled with anger and was seriously dissatisfied with the rules of this shooting. All he could think about was how to complain to Yuan Lang.
"Stop, time's up."
Qi Huan called stop on time, and the next step was to report the target.
Yuan Lang already knew with a large telescope that the results of the second column were not much better than those of the first column, and his face was as dark as Bao Gong.
The results of the target reporting were no surprise, but the results of all the players were unexpected.
Even though the students in the first group were able to hit the mine, the students in the second group only scored 35 shots on target, which made Yuan Lang sarcastic again.
He almost scolded the students as if they were worse than dogs, and stepped on their dignity with his feet in the mud puddles and rubbed it hard.
Wu Zhe couldn't hold himself any longer during target practice and reported angrily: "The sight is not calibrated. How long does it take to calibrate a gun? How can one minute be enough?"
"If you use a questioning tone when speaking to the instructor, you will be deducted two points."
Yuan Lang retorted sharply and asked: "Would you not be able to shoot without the sight? What if you are embarrassed on the battlefield?"
Wu Zhe was dissatisfied, but had nothing to say.
He knew that existence sounded incredible, and only a very small number of people could master top-level shooting techniques that were not accessible to outsiders.
That means shooting based on gun feel.
They can calibrate the sight in their heads, and they can shoot even the crooked gun in their hand. They don't even need a sight when shooting at short range.
After listening to the case that Jackie Chan mentioned yesterday, Wu Zhe seriously doubted that Old A could use this kind of marksmanship, so he did not continue the argument.
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
If Old A really knows how to do it, he will be the one who suffers, and there is absolutely no need to take risks.
After all, Wu Zhe is a person who has read so many books. He has a smarter mind and thinks about things more carefully. He suppresses the anger in his heart in time.
On the other side is Tsuyoshi Takuyong, who is arrogant, conceited and impetuous, and has lost face.
He wasn't going to let it go just like that.
He was determined to regain face for himself and expose Old A's hypocritical mask.
(End of chapter)
