"You go first." "I want to learn from the side," said Zhao Dashan.”
“艹! Are you planning to learn and sell it now?"
"I can already imagine how miserable the new recruits will die.”
"Newborn calves are really not afraid of tigers. It's too late to be afraid after being eaten by a tiger.”
Hearing Zhao Dashan's words, the soldiers at the side were even more pessimistic about Zhao Dashan, and they began to discuss animatedly.
Zhang Dabiao didn't say anything else. He took ten bullets and stood outside the 150-meter line with the Hanyang gun in his hand.
He quickly pulled the pin and loaded a bullet. Then, he stood up straight and aimed with both hands…
About ten seconds later, he pulled the trigger. A bullet flew out and hit the outermost ring of the target, almost missing it.
"One ring."
A soldier ran over to check.
"Battalion Commander Zhang is really amazing. He actually hit the first ring without missing the target. This is a new creation of Hanyang.”A soldier beside him immediately said, his face filled with admiration.
The others were the same.
Zhao Dashan also knew about this. The Hanyang guns made in the border region were not technically mature, so every gun had some deviation.
Therefore, every soldier would not change their gun under normal circumstances.
Only by getting used to that deviation could he achieve better accuracy in shooting.
Now, Zhang Dabiao was using a new Hanyang gun. This shot was to feel how much the deviation was before making adjustments.
"Tsk! This lousy spear technique is even worse than mine.”Monk Wei didn't understand this. When he saw this situation, he curled his lips and said disdainfully.
"Newbie, what do you know? Your national army is here, but you don't know the characteristics of Hanyang. Every gun has a deviation, and the second battalion commander's shot is to test the deviation.”Immediately, someone stood up and refuted Wei Da Yong.
"What kind of lousy gun is this?" When Wei Da Yong heard this, he pursed his lips speechlessly.
When he was in the Central Army, he had never used such a lousy weapon.
However, he had forgotten that the Eighth Route Army had used such lousy weapons to defeat the Japanese.
Therefore, weapons were dead, but people were alive.
Talent was the foundation.
Zhang Dabiao didn't say anything to the discussions around him. He continued to remove the bullet casing and loaded another bullet.
He aimed again and pulled the trigger after ten seconds. With a bang, the bullet flew out and hit the fifth ring of the target.
The soldier ran up to take a look and shouted,""Five rings."
"Second Battalion Commander is mighty."
"Second Battalion Commander Sharpshooter."
Cheers rang out.
Zhang Dabiao quickly removed the bullet casing and loaded another bullet. He aimed for about five seconds and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the bullet was fired.
This time, it hit the fourth ring.
It seemed like he was getting more and more familiar with her.
Then, the fourth shot…
The fifth shot…
The sixth shot…
After firing ten bullets, the best one hit the ninth ring, and the rest were hovering between the third, fourth, and fifth rings.
After shooting, he shot a provocative look at Zhao Dashan.""Newbie, it's your turn."
Zhao Dashan smiled calmly and took a few steps forward. He stood outside the 200-meter shooting line and stopped walking.
Suddenly, the surrounding discussions became noisy…
"Is this kid crazy? Is he thinking of shooting from a distance of 200 meters?”
"Yes, yes, it must be crazy. The maximum range of the Hanyang machine is 200 meters. Everyone knows that when the power is weakened in the later stages, there will be too many factors. Even the wind speed can interfere with it.”
Zhao Dashan could hear the noise, but he was not disturbed at all.
As a special forces soldier, how could he not understand?
Moreover, as a special forces soldier, the moment he fired, he would consider the influence of the wind speed and make appropriate adjustments according to the wind speed.
This was a compulsory course.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be worthy of being called a special forces soldier.
He did not waste any time and quickly loaded a bullet. Then, he raised the gun with one hand and aimed for 0.5 seconds. With a snap, he pulled the trigger.
This was the rapid-fire technique of the special forces.
In the eyes of outsiders, it was simply shooting without aiming at the sniper rifle.
Even the speed at which he reloaded the bullets was not seen clearly by everyone. It was as if he had performed magic, and a bullet had already been loaded.
This was also the hand speed that the special forces had to specially train.
Before everyone could say anything, the bullet hit the bullseye.
Zhao Dashan could already feel the wind speed as he fired.
As a special forces soldier, he could feel the wind speed with his face. There was no need to feel it specially.
This was also one of the compulsory subjects.
After Zhao Dashan fired for more than ten seconds, the soldiers who had been stunned snapped out of their daze and quickly ran towards the target.
When he saw that he had hit the bullseye, he immediately felt his throat dry. He gulped and looked at everyone in disbelief. He stuttered as he reported,"Ten…Ten rings!"
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