At noon, even in mid-October, the temperature was still very high, and it was even more than 30 degrees Celsius.

Sitting solemnly under the shade of the tree, holding a Type 85 sniper rifle in his hand, he had already installed a scope on the dovetail trough. At this moment, he took a sitting position and aimed at a white waste plastic bag hanging in the air by branches in the direction of the playground.

Zhang Heping held a box of grenades and sweated heavily under the cliff that had once solemnly dropped bombs.

Looking at Zhang Heping, he felt solemn and a little funny.

Before I graduated from the teaching team and had not received the order from the squad leader, I actually started teaching others.

Moreover, his only "soldier" is actually a real red-card officer.

"Old Zhang, the movement force just now, you must do the same when twisting your waist and waving your arms, otherwise your waist will follow you and your hands will not follow you. It will be easy to twist your waist and not say it, but you will still not be able to hit it far."

After taking a few glances, Zhuang Yan could see the problem of why Zhang Heping didn't go far.

After all, bomb dropping is not only due to hand strength. Some people, no matter how powerful they are, they will not be able to throw far.

Long shots require running aid, three-step wrist tugging, and physical coordination is required.

Zhang Heping’s problem is that his coordination is not very good.

"Don't throw it now. Come here, tie one end to the tree trunk and live in your hand. Only practice the movements of turning around, twisting your waist, sending your hips and waving your arms. As long as you practice it well, I guess most of your problem will be solved. If you throw it for 60 meters, it is just a drying water."

As he said that, he picked up a large backpack strap from the side and handed it to Zhang Heping.

Zhang Heping threw the grenade back to the rebound box, and walked under the tree while wiping the sweat from his head.

"Damn it's so hot." He sat down, took the strap, picked up the kettle and drank a sip of water.

After taking a look at Zhuang Yan, Zhang Heping asked: "Are you a sniper?"

"No?" Zhuang Yan turned his head and looked at Zhang Heping and said, "Why don't you know anything? The three years of soldiers in the past were really useless..."

This is a bit hurtful.

Zhang Heping's face froze, and he smiled reluctantly and said, "Yes, when I was in the army, I was in the government office, reading books, and in basic military subjects... I was just a waste."

At this point, my tone became sank.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a little reluctant and comforted him: "I'm sorry, Lao Zhang, what I said just now was not intentional."

Zhang Heping sighed and said, "It's okay, what you said is true. Before I came here, I also felt very awesome. After I came, I realized that I was garbage."

Zhuang Yan said: "That's not the case. You see, your literary talent is pretty good. Didn't you win the championship in the previous essay competition? This shows that you still have strengths."

"Okay, I won't mention this." Zhang Heping said to the 85 sniper in Zhuangyan's hand: "You are not a sniper, how can you practice sniper rifle?"

Zhuang Yan said: "The pre-order squad leader of the teaching team requires that one major is better! When you go back to lead the troops, you have all the majors under your command, so how can you teach me?"

Zhang Heping nodded and said, "That's right."

Suddenly he said, "How accurate can you shoot that gun?"

Zhuang Yan thought for a while and said, "It's okay to shoot a target for three hundred meters."

Zhang Heping said: "The head target? It's still bad..."

Zhuangyan said: "Is this still bad?"

Zhang Heping smiled: "You have never seen a real sniper. You are at most a sniper... a sniper rifleman."

Zhuang Yan said unconvincedly: "Don't brag, you seem to know everything."

Zhang Heping said: "I haven't eaten pork, have I seen pig run yet? The 85 sniper in your hand actually had another version, called the 79 sniper. Both guns are replicas of the former Soviet army's Dragorov sniper rifle. However, in terms of accuracy, the Dragorov sniper rifle is much better than the 85 sniper rifle, and the spread point is much smaller."

"Who did you hear this?" Although Zhuang Yan knew the shooting elements and gun structure of the 85 sniper, he really hadn't learned about the history of this gun.

At least, it is not written in the textbook.

Zhang Heping said: "You are going to participate in the top competition at the end of the month. It is said that the group army will also conduct a sharpshooter assessment this year. If you are lucky enough to pass the top competition for the group army, then you will understand what I said about the 'sniper Rifleman'."

"According to your opinion, is our gun not good?" asked Zhuang Yan.

Zhang Heping shook his head: "No. It's not good. Your 85 sniper rifle uses a general-purpose 7.62mm x 53mm heavy machine gun bullet, which is also used on the 85 heavy machine gun. You should know that others Dragorov sniper rifle use their country's special sniper bullets, which is not the same as our bullets."

Zhuang Yan heard for the first time that bullets would also affect accuracy, Lao Qi never mentioned this to him.

He was a little unbelievable.

Seeing the solemn and suspicious expression, Zhang Heping said, "Don't believe it? Tell me, how far is the maximum killing distance of the 85 sniper rifle?"

"The best killing distance is 600 meters, the effective range is 1,000 meters, the maximum shot of the scale is 1,200 meters, and the effective killing distance of the warhead is 2,500 meters."

For the shooting of the 85 sniper rifle, the solemn and melodious are all done.

Zhang Heping asked: "So have you tried to hit a target of 600 meters?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."

Zhang Heping continued to ask: "Are you sure that you can hit a target 600 meters away with your current gun and Type 53 heavy machine gun bullets at 600 meters?"

Zhuangyan said: "It may not be possible, I will try it in the future."

Zhang Heping said: "I believe you can hit it, but it is impossible to guarantee that you will hit it every time. It is not your fault, it is the bullet's fault."

He talked endlessly, from various theories of sniper rifles to the equipment of foreign troops, and even taught Zhuang Yan a set of mobile target ranging methods used by foreign troops on the spot.

Zhuangyan was stunned for hearing this.

Is this the familiar Zhang Heping still the one who is familiar?

At this time, Zhang Heping's face was filled with a confident look, his eyebrows were dancing, and his purple heart was bursting.

The Zhang Heping, who had his own cowardly attribute, was nowhere to be seen at this time, and he could not find any familiar atmosphere at all.

When it was approaching, Zhuang Yan couldn't help asking: "I said Lao Zhang, how do you know so much? The foreigners are clear about everything."

Zhang Heping shook his head proudly and said, "Of course, I am studying the future combat direction of our army, the digital and synthetic joint combat forces, and the high-tech war. Since the Gulf War, the US military has given us a moment of solidity. The future war is completely different from the previous ones. We cannot look at the sky from the well and hold our ancestors' tactical thinking and never let go."

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed.

"Why are I talking about these things to you, a big soldier?"

Zhuang Yan asked: "So you want to be a staff officer in the division headquarters?"

Zhang Heping nodded: "But now I think Deputy Commander Cai is right. No matter what I study, I must have a deep understanding of the troops I am in, otherwise it will be a talk on paper."

Zhuang Yan raised his thumbs up and said, "Old Zhang, I realized that you really have something amazing!"
Chapter completed!