Chapter 820 150-meter limit shooting
After the gunshot, many people couldn't help but stand up under the awning, stretched their necks and looked towards the shooting range, hoping to see the results sooner.
Several T-nation students ran over and dug out the bullet shells from the three sand walls.
The function of the double-layer sand wall is to slow down the impact of the warhead and preserve the integrity of the shell being hit to the greatest extent.
The three shells were quickly sent to Zhuang Yan and Ahmed and Hussein.
Some flower-like damage appeared at the entrance of the shell, and the base fire exploded.
The situation of the three bullets is similar.
All three of them hit the target according to the rules.
The school teacher who served as the referee picked up three shells and turned around to announce the results to everyone under the awning.
"All three of them hit the target and tied!"
A tide of warm applause erupted under the awning.
There are really few opportunities to witness such a high-level sniper competition in normal times. Many people even watched such a wonderful shooting competition from special forces at close range for the first time.
"Low, please move the target to a distance of 150 meters."
More than a dozen students ran over, carrying sandbags, and removing tree branches. They quickly moved the target back 50 meters.
The onlookers and all the sas and sat players began to talk.
The game is becoming more and more interesting.
The laymen under the awning were watching the excitement and expressed their incredibleness.
The accuracy of using a bullet with a similar diameter into a shell of nearly the same diameter is extremely amazing and can be described as a "miracle".
Cui Weinan and Wei Shuping breathed a sigh of relief under the shade of the trees beside the shooting range.
"Look, I said this kid can." Cui Weinan praised his vision again.
Wei Shuping said: "Weinan, you seem to have participated in the sniper training camp for our entire army's special forces. You will go up and fight. How many meters do you think you can hit?"
"I've really tried to shoot the shell." Cui Weinan's tone suddenly became a little higher, and her tone was full of show-off.
But soon the style changed and he said, "But... I was hitting a vertical shell."
Wei Shuping glanced at him and said, "I knew you were bragging. Actually, I almost went there that year, but there was a training camp in Tianya City, Coconut Island. The team thought I was good at water. At that time, the team had a talent for combat underwater. I asked me to go and have sex with the boys of the Navy for three months, otherwise we might meet in the sniper training camp."
After that, he said, "By the way, you haven't said how many meters you can hit."
Cui Weinan shook her head and said self-deprecatingly: "To be honest, I was really unsure. At that time, I shot a shell of 150 meters, but the problem was that I was shooting vertically, and the difficulty was different. At that time, the team also organized the dagger blades to hit the distance of 50 meters, but I felt that the difficulty was not as high as this. I think, I was probably feeling a little silly in my heart at 150 meters, and I might not be able to hit the gun."
Wei Shuping agreed with Cui Weinan's judgment and said: "The blade only needs to be corrected left and right. The upper and lower parts are basically not cheap and can hit the top and bottom. However, if you design the shell, the left and right sides must be no different, and you almost have to run the bullet. I asked myself if we were to go up and hit, it would be a distance of 150 at most."
Cui Weinan said: "So, shooting is seven points of talent and three points of hard work. We are the type without talent. Zhuang Yan has only played guns for a few years? How many years have we played? In terms of qualifications and experience, he is not half of us, but he just beats better than us."
"Do you remember the old white hair and the others last time?" Wei Shuping asked.
Cui Weinan said: "Of course I remember. They were a bunch of monsters."
Wei Shuping said: "I guess the solemn shooting level can be compared with us."
Cui Weinan smiled and said, "Those people are mysterious, who knows what the foundation is. But last time, Zhuang Yan was taken to the 'tolerance' by them. I think it was because he was attracted by his marksmanship. Have you noticed that Zhuang Yan's whole person was a little different after returning from the 'tolerance'."
He deliberately aggravated the tone of the word "tolerance".
Wei Shuping glanced at his comrades and smiled slightly, which was meaningful.
In front of the target table, in the solemn sight, the star on the partition was beating slightly.
150 meters, aim at the port of a bullet shell.
If I hadn't experienced it myself, I wouldn't understand the difficulty at all.
What's more, the solemn zero point is at a distance of 100 meters, and now he must make some slight aiming corrections.
Fortunately, it is only 50 meters longer. For the PSG-1, a sniper rifle with extremely high stability, the use of the "magic" bomb only requires a very small amplitude correction.
After feeling that he had found the correct correction, Zhuang Yan took a light breath and began to slow down his breathing.
The process of holding your breath cannot exceed three seconds, it must not exceed.
Even if you can hold it in water for a long time, holding your breath for more than three seconds while aiming will cause certain physical changes, but sometimes such subtle changes cannot be detected by individuals.
For extremely high-precision shooting, the body needs to fire in an excellent state.
Stable, accurate, fast!
The highest standard for sniping.
His fingers were gently placed on psg-1.
The psg-1 sniper rifle was actually learned by the Germans after the Munich tragedy and then developed from the basis of the g3 automatic rifle. However, compared with the g3 automatic rifle, the psg-1 is still much lighter, and there is a device to adjust the trigger's strength.
These details are the qualities that have always been excellent sniper rifles.
Wow—
The trigger was solemnly pressed down.
The bullet is out of the cavity.
He did not move.
This is a good habit.
A sniper, after pulling the trigger, do not have the bad habit of raising his head or twisting his body immediately.
In the scope, the shell sandwiched at the bottom of the tree branch disappeared instantly.
Seeing the shell disappear, it took two seconds before slowly raising his head, taking off the noise-dropping headphones, and then stood up.
Only then did the gunshots come from next door.
Ahmed and Hussein shot longer than they did.
This situation conveys a message that the two instructors seemed cautious, at least taking more time than themselves in aiming.
It seems that their pressure will not be less than that of themselves.
Standing solemnly and quietly, looking at the two instructors on the two target positions on his right.
The entire shooting range was quiet, and all the discussion had already stopped.
Everyone is waiting for the 150-meter mark to come out.
This is already a level that only a top sniper can achieve.
Many members of the special forces of various countries present asked themselves a question mark in their hearts - if they were allowed to play, would they be able to hit it?
The shell was quickly sent to the referee.
Several teachers from the school gathered together and took a closer look. Then, one of them had three broken shells clamped in his hands and raised them.
"Get!"
"Wow!"
This time, the surrounding area was bombed.
This is the second draw!
Many people quietly reached out to touch the sweat on their foreheads.
Chapter completed!