"Will you hit first, or should I?"
When everyone arrived at the shooting range, Zhong Xiaojun picked up a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle very familiarly, played with it in his hand, and asked.
"You go first!"
Lin Huowang made a gesture of invitation.
By the way, I took a look at the equipment in front of me. At this time, the main firearms equipped by the army were the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and the Type 63 automatic rifle.
The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in Zhong Xiaojun's hand now has a caliber of 7.62mm and fires Type 56 7.62mm ammunition.
The gun weighs 3.8 kg, is 1020 mm long, has an initial velocity of 735 m/s, and an effective range of 400 m.
The gun has a simple structure, high reliability, good shooting accuracy, and is suitable for target training, which can effectively improve soldiers' shooting skills.
During general military training, the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is used as an introduction.
When he saw it, Lin Huowang remembered that the first gun he touched when he first joined the army in his previous life was this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
This can be said to be his old friend, although the first shot he fired in his life missed the target.
But in the next six months, he studied hard and practiced diligently, and he could stand there boringly for hours with the muzzle of a gun in hand, aiming at a target without moving.
This is how he developed his miraculous gun skills, which were the best in the entire army, and he performed even better in future special operations.
While Lin Huowang was reminiscing about the past, the deputy captain Lin Shuisheng quietly stepped forward and whispered to Lin Huowang:
"Awang! Look at what a commotion this is.
Just give in and admit your defeat and your mistake.
Don't lose face just to fight for that one thing.
I know you want to gain some face in front of Liu Zhiqing.
But you've never held a gun in your hand.
How can you compete with a sharpshooter if you don't even know if you can hold the gun steady?"
puff!
His words were heard by the soldiers who were watching behind him, as well as Captain Wang and others.
Everyone's faces instantly became funny and amusing.
This...what is this?
Lin Huowang has never touched a gun?
Then what else is there to compare?
A complete novice probably can't even shoot a gun?
You know, every gun has a different structure and aiming point.
Even for the same model of firearm, before using it, even an expert has to test fire a few shots to adjust the sight.
But now...
Lin Huowang, a novice who had never touched a gun, dared to go to this professional military shooting range and compete with the real sharpshooters of the entire army.
This is no longer a simple case of overestimating one's own capabilities; it is a complete lack of knowledge of one's own limitations and a clear case of self-humiliation.
When Lin Huowang heard this "good advice", he smiled and retorted to Lin Shuisheng:
"Oh! Uncle Shuisheng, who said I've never touched a gun?
Didn’t you give me a shotgun and three bullets a few days ago?
I practiced for a while, and my aim is pretty good."
puff!
It would have been better if he didn't say this, but after he said it, many of the soldiers with strict military discipline couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Who is this guy? How can a hunting rifle be the same as a proper rifle?"
"Moreover, he only practiced with three shotgun bullets, and he dared to compete with Zhong Xiaojun, a sharpshooter? He is really brave!"
"I am dying of laughter. Is there something wrong with Lin Huowang's brain?
What is there to compare? Any random person from here can beat him."
…
The soldiers were all laughing, but the two commanders, Wang Biao and Zhong Zhendong, looked at each other helplessly and smiled.
Even Wang Biao had some doubts. Are the Lin Huowang whom he admired before and the Lin Huowang who is so arrogant now really the same person?
"Humph! Just trying to attract attention.
Now, let me show you what my true strength and ability are like..."
Zhong Xiaojun looked back at Lin Huowang with disdain, then went to the designated location holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
Bang!
Raise your hand and hit!
Just hit it and you will get it!
Bang! Bang... Bang...
There was almost no pause, and he fired ten shots in a row while walking and shooting very smoothly.
The moment the gunfire stopped, the loud and exciting counting voice of the target reporter was heard immediately.
"Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings... all ten rings, a total of one hundred rings, full marks!"
…
Crash!
Although this was the expected result, the soldiers who were watching and learning still gave the warmest applause to Zhong Xiaojun, the army's best shooter, and expressed their highest admiration and respect.
All the targets were ten-ring, he was worthy of being the best sniper shooter in the army.
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