It's just dawning, and the late summer morning is a little chilly. It can dispel some of the difficulties of getting out of bed.

"Hey, Chengcai, shall we change our seats?" Chen Ming patted Chengcai.

"That's not good, what if you deduct points?" Chengcai was a little hesitant.

"Hey, they're all pumpkin heads, and you really think they're going to pay attention to these little things."

Chen Ming shrugged, although his memory was a little blurry, but when he fired live ammunition, he still had an impression of the elimination of paratrooper Tuo Yonggang, and it was Chengcai who was by Tuo Yonggang's side.

Chengcai thought about it and agreed to Chen Ming's request. Although he didn't know Chen Ming's purpose, as a non-commissioned officer, it was a soldier's duty to obey the orders of the officer. Even if Chen Ming is still a quasi-officer.

There was no word all the way, and after being brought to the shooting training ground, it was still dark.

Under the pre-dawn darkness, there was a glimmer of light.

While the sunrise is quick, the training requires a faster time.

"One minute, all the bullets in your magazine!" Qi said with a black face standing in front of the queue as always.

As of now, everything is the same as in the TV series of the previous life.

Staring at the firing position five meters ahead, half-body chest ring target, 80 meters away.

secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, these old A instructors didn't go too far.

"First row, ready!"

Hearing Qi Huan's command, he shook his head and dispelled the messy thoughts in his head.

"Let's go!"

With an order, Chen Ming took the lead in rushing out.

Seeing a pile of disassembled Type 95 rifle parts, he reached out and picked up the barrel of the gun, and grabbed the reentry spring on one side with the other hand and quickly assembled it.

"Holy, decomposed?"

Hearing the voice in his ears, Chen Ming shook his head slightly.

When watching the TV series in his previous life, Chen Ming felt that the soldiers in the soldier assault were too naïve, just like Yuan Lang said when he deducted more than 30 points.

Although the firearm is disassembled, it does not interfere with any other superfluous parts. Moreover, it is not a complete decomposition, as long as the hand is stable and the heart is stable. Ten seconds is enough.

As he thought, he buckled the upper cover. Raise the muzzle of the gun and aim it at the bull's-eye.

Children who grow up in the new century will be much more emancipated ideologically.

To put it simply, bears, bile fat.

Live Firing Training Order? What's that? Can special forces be trained the same as ordinary companies?

Qi Huan's order said that all the bullets should be fired within one minute. Then it means to start, shoot on your own.

Without the slightest stunned, after aiming at the bull's-eye, the crosshair gap was decisively pulled the trigger.

"Smack~"

The bullet sprang out of its chamber, slicing through the air in a perfect arc before slamming headfirst into the hillside behind the chest ring.

"Damn, who is the school of this gun, it's quite cute (TMD) is a talent."

The 80-meter chest ring target, the 95 automatic rifle has an accurate range of 300 meters, to say the least. The bullseye was aimed, but the bullet was crooked and didn't even touch the edge of the target. If it wasn't deliberately calibrated like this, Chen Ming wouldn't believe it.

Another 5 seconds have passed, and now it is definitely too late to calibrate accurately. Remembering the path of the bullet just now, it flew over the upper left side of the target. Then now it is just necessary to pull the muzzle down to the right.

"Smack~"

Another shot, Chen Ming's eyes stared at the bullet. This time, the bullet grazed the upper left side of the target. A corner of the target paper was scratched.

There's a play!

Chen Ming was overjoyed. The muzzle continues to pull down to the right.

"Smack~"

This time, hit accurately. But there is still a little distance from the ten rings of the bull's-eye.

By this time, 24 seconds had passed.

Chen Ming's index finger of his right hand was on the trigger, and his pupils focused on the target paper 80 meters away. I tried hard to see where the impact point was dropping.

"Smack~" At this time, the comrades-in-arms around him began to shoot.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The target in the distance is slowly getting bigger.

The feeling is coming!

Since the first live firing in the military academy, all of which missed the target with 10 rounds, Chen Ming once hung an unlucky dead fly with a rope. Use the rest time to stare to exercise your eyesight.

The hard work pays off, and in the past two years, Chen Ming's current limit is to focus and observe the target 150 meters away and zoom in in his mind.

In the upper left of the bull's-eye, about the width of a coin, there is a black bullet hole.

"One MOA." The corners of Chen Ming's mouth raised slightly.

At this point, thirty seconds had passed.

Below, please enjoy my performance.

Grab your rifle and pull your right leg out, your knee on the ground. Bend the knee of your left leg at 90 degrees and stand firmly. The left hand gripped the sleeve in front of the barrel and rested his elbow on the knee of his left leg. The index finger of his right hand gently and quickly pulls the trigger.

"Papapa~" "Papapa~"······

From the moment Chen Ming changed from a lying position to a kneeling position, Yuan Lang noticed this maverick guy.

The telescope turned to the No. 4 target position and saw that the target paper at the bull's-eye kept showing holes. Look at the scratch above the target paper and the lone bullet hole in the upper left of the bull's-eye.

Listening to the gunshots in his ears, Chen Ming's regular three shots and a rapid burst of gunfire stood out in the chaotic gunfire.

Yuan Lang nodded secretly in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull out a smile.

"Target position No. 5, 2 points will be deducted."

When the specified time came, he heard the sound of gunshots in his ears, and Yuan Lang's face immediately fell.

Looking at the indignant faces of his comrades-in-arms, Chen Ming pulled his sleeve slightly, signaling him to calm down.

"37, what are you pulling and pulling? Deduct 5 points! ”

Yes, there is no calamity.

"Target!"

"No. 1, 2 shots on target; No. 2, 2 shots on target; No. 3, 3 shots on target; No. 4, 24 shots on target; No. 5, 0 shots on target; No. 6, 1 shot; No. 7, 1 round; No. 8, 2 rounds; No. 9, 0 rounds. Report complete! ”

When the target reporter finished reporting the target, Yuan Lang smiled.

"9 people, 35 shots."

"Oh, 37, good fight."

The smile on Yuan Lang's face stopped abruptly, and he suddenly shouted, "This shooting range, I have never seen such a bad result." ”

"5 points for all!"