In front of the shooting position.
Li Dingtian had already grabbed a Type 95 automatic rifle and a cool touch was felt. The 3.25 kg weight was neither heavy nor light, just right. This was the main rifle weapon of the Fire Country's army.
The gun was 764mm long and had an effective range of 400m. It was commonly used with 5.8mm double-base flat ball ammunition, which could penetrate 8mm steel plates within 100m and still had a slight lethality.
However, the lack of an empty chamber was one of the main disadvantages. Another problem was that after 2000 rounds of ammunition, it was usually difficult to remove the gas regulator and the ram.
Checking.
After confirming that there were no problems, Li Tiantian took a deep breath, picked up his gun, took a step forward, lay down, adjusted his posture, and aimed. All of these actions were done in one go.
It was still considered standard and smooth.
Even Gong Jian, who was standing at the side, couldn't find any fault with it.
Bang!
As Li Dingtian's right index finger snapped, a clear gunshot rang out. A bullet whizzed out and went straight for the target in front of him.
Swoosh.
Gong Jian quickly raised the binoculars in his hand. With just a glance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.
"Instructor, how is it?"
Wang Yanbing quickly asked.
"Seven rings."
The group of people immediately laughed. His actions were as fierce as a tiger. It looked like his score was 250. With this level of shooting, he didn't even qualify to enter the Sharpshooter's Fourth Company.
"Prepare to shoot."
Kaka.
He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and the others immediately pulled the safety and aimed at the bullseye.
"Begin."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous gunshots rang out.
"Target reporting."
Gong Jian shouted.
"He Chenguang, ten rings."
"Wang Yanbing, ten rings."
"Xu Qingtai, nine rings."
"Li Erniu, nine rings."
This was the standard of the Sharpshooter Company.
Wang Yanbing turned to look at Li Dingtian, but he was immediately disappointed because he did not see any disappointment on Li Dingtian's face. Instead, he was still focused.
"Hard work can improve your marksmanship, but a true sharpshooter requires talent.”
Gong Jian was in a good mood after he had finally won a round.
He turned back and continued to explain to Chen Guang and the others. Everyone had smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was harmonious and beautiful.
After a period of time.
Gong Jian couldn't help but grab the binoculars to take a look at Li Dingtian's target.
An hour later.
"Yo, you've improved. You've got eight rings now. See that? This is the result of your hard work.”
"Yes."
Two hours later.
Gong Jian's expression changed slightly."He actually got nine rings?”
It was just an occasional shot.
However, the key point was that the bullet holes were basically distributed around the ninth ring. This could only mean that Li Dingtian's marksmanship was indeed improving.
If he wasn't faking it, then this increase was a little too terrifying.
"You must have been fed bullets."
"That's more bullets than we can shoot in a month.”
"F * ck, are his shoulders made of iron?”
He Chenguang and the others had envious looks in their eyes. They could not be like Li Dingtian, shooting at random.
Moreover, although the recoil of the 95 move was not great, the continuous shooting had a great burden on the shoulders. Li Dingtian's shoulders should have fallen apart after two hours of continuous shooting.
Three hours later.
"Change guns."
"Magazine."
He wasn't human.
The private who was in charge of loading the magazine felt as if his vision had shattered. He had already fired two thousand bullets. He could clearly see that Li Dingtian's military uniform on his right shoulder was worn out. The flesh must have been swollen.
"Chief, take a break."
He had seen many people who were willing to risk their lives, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Li Dingtian. He sighed. Talent was important.
"It's fine. I can still persevere."”
Although his right shoulder was starting to ache and his entire hand was numb, Li Dingtian could still bear it.
Bang!
Another bullet whizzed out of the barrel and headed straight for the target.
"Congratulations to the host for persisting in training and firing 10,000 bullets. You have obtained Basic Rifle Mastery.”
In addition to his previous practice in the Recruit Company and Border Defense Regiment, Li Dingtian had finally shot ten thousand bullets. This was not a casual shot, but a focused aim.
The reward arrived.
Li Dingtian felt the difference. The Nine-Five Style in his hand seemed to have become more familiar. It was as if it had become one with his hand. This was a very special feeling.
Whoosh.
Taking a deep breath, he aimed at the target in front of him again.
His fingers moved.
Bang!
The bullet tore through the air and reached the target in an instant, piercing through the red heart.
Hit.
It hit the bullseye.
Bang!
Another shot. It deviated slightly, but it was still ten rings.
Am I witnessing a miracle?
Gong Jian, who had already left the team and was about to bring it back, was stunned. In just three hours, he had gone from the seventh ring to Qiangqiang's tenth ring. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.
Thump thump.
He moved his feet and walked directly towards Li Dingtian, who was standing up.
Now.
He seriously suspected that Li Dingtian was faking it. If two thousand bullets could make a soldier reach the tenth circle, then wouldn't all the Fire Country's soldiers be sharpshooters?
He felt like he had been played.
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