The 95-1 gun uses a target hole and a front sight for shooting, rather than a notched front sight. The characteristics of this mechanical sight are higher accuracy and easier correction.
Through the target hole, Li Zheng quickly found the crosshair and roughly aimed it at his No. 3 target.
Then he opened his eyes, relaxed his vision, and looked at the target in the distance - this process was also a detail taught by Hou Jun during training, to make sure that he was aiming at the target corresponding to his target position.
For veterans, this is a no-brainer.
But it is a very important detail for the new recruits. It is Hou Jun’s experience in leading the soldiers. Many new recruits get nervous when they get to the target position. They aim well, shoot and hit the target. , but in the end he found that it was not his target, but a few bullets had hit someone else's target.
This kind of funny thing is not uncommon when new recruits are shooting for the first time, and even veterans sometimes become confused when shooting at night.
After confirming that it was target No. 3, Li Zheng felt a little relieved.
"Start shooting!"
The on-site commander's shooting command was finally issued.
Li Zheng quickly opened the safety, pushed it to the single-shot position, then pulled the bolt to load the bullet.
The crisp sound of the gun being pulled carries a vague murderous aura.
Bah——
While Li Zheng was still taking aim, someone else's gun had already fired.
He was still affected to some extent, and subconsciously wanted to look left and right to see who had fired.
But he soon realized that this was a mistake.
"Don't look...don't look...aim at three o'clock and one line at the lower edge..."
He calmed down and kept reciting the shooting formula silently.
In the target hole, the crosshair has been leveled and aimed at the bullseye the size of a grain of rice.
Soldiers need good eyesight, and this is when the value becomes apparent.
Looking at a 10 cm white circle center at 100 meters, and aligning the target hole and the front sight at the lower edge, it is impossible to do it even with poor eyesight.
After the bullseye became clear and blurred several times, Li Zheng finally gently started to pull the trigger.
The pressure exerted by the index finger causes the spring in the receiver to link the trigger to begin to stretch a little...
There is a trigger stroke here that requires patience and a steady breath.
Slight shaking may affect the trajectory.
Bah——
In Li Zheng's expectation, the trigger finally set off.
In the gun chamber, the nose of the machine was knocked out, the firing pin accurately hit the mercury primer, and the propellant in the cartridge case was instantly ignited. In the narrow barrel, the explosion generated by the propellant instantly generated huge energy, and the warhead was fired at every turn. The gun barrel is pushed out at a speed of 920 meters per second.
The moment the gun went off, Li Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of excitement and excitement. The faint smell of gunpowder smoke entering his nose caused his brain to secrete dopamine crazily in an instant, which was extremely pleasurable.
Hou Jun, who was not far behind the shooting line, held his hands in front of his chest, his eyes never leaving Target 3 in the distance.
Just now Zhang Jian fired his first shot.
10 rings.
That's a pretty good score.
It seems that although this kid talks a lot, he still has some real skills. He has been exposed to real guns and live ammunition since junior high school, and he is a second-generation military man who joined the training team and played with guns with the students. His reputation is not in vain.
Among the new recruits in the platoon, Hou Jun had the highest expectations for Zhang Jian and Li Zheng.
He appreciates Li Zheng even more.
Because Zhang Jian obtained natural resources due to his family's advantages, this is similar to sneaking into running, the starting line is not in the same position.
But Li Zheng is not. His parents died early, and he can only rely on himself.
Hou Jun believes that a person who has lost his parents can get into a prestigious university through his own efforts. This in itself shows that this person is more able to endure hardships and is more determined and patient than his peers.
This kind of character is the foundation of being a good soldier.
What's more, through recent training observations, Hou Jun believes that Li Zheng's personality is very suitable for being a sniper-quiet, meticulous, stable, good physical fitness, and good endurance.
Of course, these are just the basics. A good shooter also has the most important thing - gun feel.
The two words "gun feeling" cannot be described in words, it is a feeling.
If you insist on using words to describe it, it's like you and the gun were a couple in the past life. When you meet in this life, you have a rapport as soon as you meet. The gun listens to you and hits wherever you point it.
This is talent and has nothing to do with hard work.
Li Zheng's character and daily training are both excellent, but his gun sense can only be seen after getting the gun and firing live ammunition, so Hou Jun is even more looking forward to Li Zheng's good results to prove that he is right.
Three seconds later, a target reporting pole rose from target No. 3, and the red circular target indicator on the top of the pole began to wave back and forth in an arc.
10 rings!
This is the 10th ring in target reporting terminology!
"It's great!" Wu Yi, who was standing next to him, clenched his fist and waved it in the air, and proudly said to Hou Jun: "Platoon leader! Two 10-rings!"
Hou Jun looked at other target positions. Gunshots were fired one after another, and the target reporting rods on the opposite side were also waving wildly, and the impact points and ring numbers were reported one by one.
"Ring 7 - upper left -"
"9 rings - upper right of the film -"
"Ring 8, lower -"
After a rough look, Hou Jun saw that most of the ones reported were 7-8 rings, and there were also quite a few with 9 rings.
So far, only Li Zheng and Zhang Jian have reported 10 rings.
It seems that I will definitely win this confrontation with the second and third rows!
Suddenly, the recruits watching the battle in the second row burst into cheers.
"good!"
"10 rings!"
"sharp!"
10 rings?
Actually, some recruits in the second row scored 10 rings?
Hou Jun was a little surprised.
Bah——
As the gun rang out, the target reporting rod reported another 10 ring at the No. 14 target position in the second row.
"Depend on!"
Hou Jun was a little moved.
I didn't see the 10th ring in the second row just now. I guess the recruit who fired the gun was not in a hurry to shoot. He waited until someone else had fired one or two rounds before firing.
Being able to remain so calm and collected even when so many recruits were shooting at the same time, aiming calmly and calmly, and then shooting after confirming, and once the shooting was fired, the interval was very short, which shows that this shooter has great knowledge of the situation. I am extremely confident in my marksmanship!
So experienced, is he a new recruit? !
Bah——
Before he could finish his thoughts with a frown, another 10-ring shot appeared on target position 14.
Hou Jun looked from a distance and saw the recruit lying on the target.
He is not tall, or even short, and his face cannot be seen clearly. He is only thin, not strong, with dark skin. The visor of his training cap is pulled back at a ninety-degree angle and tilted to the side.
Bah——
Before he could come to his senses.
A 10-ring appears...
The recruits in the second platoon had already slapped their hands to pieces, and Hou Jun turned his attention back to his platoon.
When he turned to look at target position No. 14 in the second row, Li Zheng and Zhang Jian each fired two shots and knocked out three bullets each.
All 10 rings!
Huang Junwei, the commander of the third platoon on the side, said to Hou Jun: "First platoon commander, I have to write a letter of submission to you. There are no weak soldiers under a strong general! The quality of the recruits in your platoon this year is really good."
Second platoon leader Wen Lei said: "We haven't finished the shooting yet, there are still two bullets left."
He pointed to his own row: "My soldiers are finished, 50 rings!"
Hou Jun looked at target position 14 again, and sure enough he saw the little recruit standing up, apparently having fired all five bullets.
So fast! So accurate! The last one comes first!
He is a talented youngster!
He couldn't help but praise in his heart, and then he couldn't help but ask Wen Lei: "Wen Platoon, what is the origin of this soldier...?"
Wen Lei smiled: "My soldier's name is Zhuang Haoran. His father is in the provincial shooting team and he has learned to shoot since he was a child!"
When Hou Jun heard this, he immediately turned his head and stared at Wu Yi.
The meaning on the expression on your face is obvious - aren't you responsible for recruiting troops? Why did such a soldier end up in the second row? ?
The expression on Wu Yi's face was as if he had swallowed a pound of Coptis chinensis, which was so bitter that the juice almost came out.
He had no choice but to spread his hands.
At the time of recruiting troops, Hou Jun was still in the training team, and it was indeed him who led the troops to recruit troops.
But at that time, I was only looking for tall men like Zhang Jian and high-educated men like Li Zheng. I didn't expect that an inconspicuous little recruit would turn out to be a fierce man!
Having said that, I really can’t blame Wu Yi.
You think of a creature like a recruit, whose physique can be seen, and whose energy and spirit can be seen, but he is a member of the provincial shooting team, and it is not written on his face, so you can't see it!
Bah——
The last shot rang out from Zhang Jian's target position.
The other person stood up and placed the empty gun on the target.
Hou Jun did not see Zhang Jian's last two shots.
However, judging from Zhang Jian's expression, it seemed that the situation was not good.
"what happened?"
He asked Wu Yi, who ran over and asked Hu Chenxi, who kept staring.
Hu Chenxi shook his head: "Four 10s, and the last shot was an 8..."
