The fourth subject is also a personal subject, called "Observation and Correction of Shooting."
As the name suggests, the subject tests the shooter's ability to analyze the sniper environment, measure wind and range, and correct deviations.
The target it shoots at is a sniper chest ring target, and the distance is considered a medium to long range, only 500 to 650m.
The subject time limit is 60 seconds, the number of ammunition used is 5 rounds, and the posture requirement is lying down with support.
The subject sounds very simple, but in fact it is not simple at all.
Because the distance has exceeded 300 meters, once the shooting distance exceeds this value, the issue of wind correction must be considered.
For example, at a distance of 500m, when the wind speed is 2m/s, the correction amount is 0.7 mil, which is about 30cm. The specifications of the sniper chest ring target and the ordinary rifle shooting chest ring target are different. The width of the ordinary chest ring target is 50cm. , about as wide as a person, while the sniper chest ring target is circular with a radius of only 18cm.
This means that if the sniper wants to hit the bullseye, he must choose a position 12cm away from the edge of the target to hit the centermost position.
The reason why Zhong Zhipeng felt that Jeffrey broke the scale on purpose was because he was going to take this subject next.
Without the electronic balance, it means that the Pla team cannot choose ammunition. They can only try their luck with the ammunition they get. If they are accurate, they are accurate. If they are not, they are unlucky.
But Zhong Zhipeng never understood that if Jeffrey chose to break the scale, he would get nothing.
SEALs and Platoons also have to face the problem of ammunition deviation, which is not good for anyone.
Zhuang Yan felt that what Lao Zhong said made sense. This was definitely something that was harmful to others and not beneficial to anyone.
Why did Jeffrey do this?
If you can't get it yourself, why don't you let others get it?
Until it was the turn of the seals to come on stage again, Zhuang Yan suddenly discovered that Jeffrey actually had an electronic scale in his hand.
That's right.
He actually has it!
Zhong Zhipeng was surprised: "Why do they have a scale?!"
This is indeed surprising.
If Jeffrey had this thing, why did he have the shamelessness to ask Zhuang Yan to borrow it just now?
Isn't it unnecessary?
"Isn't this old beauty too thief? They already have a scale?" Zhong Zhipeng was almost unwilling to believe his own eyes. The scale was definitely not fake. At least Zhong Zhipeng was sure of this.
So the question is, where did Jeffrey get the scale?
Jeffrey was very proud, looking at Zhuang Yan and smiling all the time, with meaningful content in his eyes.
With the help of the scale, the SEALs were far ahead of the first batch of snipers, with a perfect score of 100. Their best score was 90. Only one shot missed the target, missing the target by a little, and lost 10 points.
After the players came off the field, Jeffrey fist bumped with them one by one to show encouragement.
Now, on the scoreboard of this qualified subject, the seals are temporarily ranked first, the GRU is second, and the golden wither of country H is third.
The snipers from other representative teams also knew about the damage to the scales.
Now everyone goes to borrow Jeffrey's scale and ask him for help.
Jeffrey felt that Zhuang Yan would come over and ask him to borrow it. He had even thought about it. Borrowing it would depend on the situation.
If the results of the Pla team cannot threaten the Seals, of course they can borrow it.
If it threatens the number one position of the SEAL team, it is absolutely unacceptable.
Soon the second batch came on stage, and this batch of snipers included pla's Zhong Rui and Liu Hai.
Jeffrey held the small scale in his pocket and stood next to the bullet collar, waiting to see Zhuang Yan bow to him.
Zhuang Yan said before that he was arrogant.
Then let him see what arrogance is.
Zhuang Yan brought his team members over to line up to collect ammunition. When he passed by Jeffrey, he glanced at him, said nothing, and passed by him.
Jeffrey, who had already set up his shelf and waited for Zhuang Yan to come to the door, was a little confused. It took him a while to react. He watched Zhuang Yan go directly to the security officer, and then calmly took out another one from his pocket like magic. The exact same electronic balance.
Jeffrey's eyes rounded up a little bit.
When the snipers from other representative teams saw this scene, they all pointed at their heads.
"Is this the same scale that I broke just now?"
"It doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like it...this one doesn't seem to be broken..."
"The Chinese brought two scales? My God, they are well prepared..."
For other representatives who did not carry electronic scales, it was indeed a staggering thing for one team to bring two scales.
But in Zhuang Yan's eyes, it was very ordinary.
Always be cautious in everything, prepare for the worst in everything, and strive to be foolproof in everything.
This is stability.
After picking out the bullets, Zhong Rui and others entered the arena, and then Zhuang Yan turned around and came to Jeffrey.
"Colonel, will you wait for me here?"
"Uh... no..." Jeffrey was a little embarrassed when he was found out, and he stuttered for a moment: "I just wanted to see if you needed any help."
"You want me to beg you?" Zhuang Yan smiled slightly, as if he had seen through Jeffrey.
Jeffrey could only admit: "I owed you a favor before."
Zhuang Yan said: "Don't forget to repay kindness. This is an old saying among us Chinese. It means that since I helped you, I never thought about asking you to give me anything in return. What's more, I believe you have no interest in repaying me."
Jeffrey still couldn't help but ask: "Did you bring two scales?"
solemnly shook his head: "No. Three to be precise."
Jeffrey's face turned green: "As for it?"
Zhuang Yan said: "Is this small scale very heavy?"
Jeffrey said: "It's not too heavy."
Zhuang Yan said: "That's right, so I brought two more."
Then he liked to look at Jeffrey's bulging pocket: "Where's your scale? Where did it come from?"
Jeffrey said: "I kept it in the dormitory before, but I just sent someone to pick it up."
Zhuang Yan sneered: "No, Qasim just gave it to you, Jeffrey, you lied to the wrong person."
Jeffrey was shocked and blurted out: "How do you know?"
"Actually, I guessed it." Zhuang Yan said, "I didn't think about it before, but then I saw you taking the initiative to say hello to Qasim, and I figured it out. Instead of letting my team members take first place, I would rather let you take first place." , let Qasim’s people and the GRU fight for the second and third place, isn’t this the way you have always behaved? It’s hard to guess?”
Jeffrey fell silent.
He had to admit that the Chinese soldier in front of him had such vicious eyes that he could not hide anything from him.
"Jeffrey, we are all soldiers, there is no need to play such insidious tricks. Qasim used to be my classmate. When he was studying at the Underwater Special Warfare School of Country T, he was still a very simple soldier, but Now he's changed, he's become more like a bureaucrat, and so have you, Jeffrey, you've become more like a politician."
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only Jeffrey messy in the rain.
