The range is not as long as the 800-meter distance.

Because no one had ever sniped that far before.

Fortunately, the 4th Division is not good, but the venue is particularly good.

The straight line distance is not enough, but the range is wide enough, and the target is erected at the end of the northeast corner, and then the firing ground is set at the end of the southwest side.

The entire range is traversed in a diagonal line.

In order to show fairness, Tang Wenkai asked people to go to the instrument detective to get an observation glass with laser ranging function, and measured it carefully.

Everyone was forced to move to a new firing zone.

This time, everyone watched it as if it was a lively one.

No one believed that at a distance of 800 meters, Majesque could hit the target.

It's just a fantasy!

Everyone has played 85 snipers, and it's not that they don't know which bird's performance, it's okay to get a 600 meters, and it's all up to luck to get 800 meters.

The sweat on Niu Shilin's forehead turned into a stream.

This is too far away.

The crosswind correction alone was already giving him a headache, he didn't understand how Zhuang Yan could shoot so quickly, how did he calculate the amount of correction such as wind deviation?

Of course, he will not understand how terrifying the amount of training solemnly on the 85 sniper is.

Each sniper of the "Hunter" detachment consumes an average of 5,000 rounds of ammunition per year on sniper rifles, and even more during intensive training.

No one has counted how many 85 sniper bullets he has fired, because he can't count them at all, it can only be said that his consumption is more......

Massive ammunition consumption and countless repeated exercises, coupled with talent, solemnly pick up the gun, lie on the ground without using instruments or grassroots, just raise your head and let the wind blow your face, look around to know how many levels of wind it is, from which direction it blows, and how much correction......

What is the combination of man and gun?

Here it is.

When a gun is held in the hand, all the numerical values will appear in the mind instantly, and the correction formula in any situation seems to be reflected in the eyes, even the hammer spring pressure value as small as a trigger can be transmitted to the mind through the fingertips.

This is the supreme state of a gunslinger.

The scouts of the 4th Division present will never understand how terrifying it is to stand in front of this guy known as the "King of Guns".

Phew-

The long-awaited gunshot rang out, and the sound came from the solemnly called position.

"Did you win?"

"I don't know, I can't see it clearly!"

"I think, it's just a pretending to be a criminal, just forget it after pretending, anyway, everyone can't hit, at most it's a tie......"

When everyone was talking, the division leaders who had been sitting in the back couldn't help but stand up.

Niu Shilin was unable to aim effectively.

No matter how he set the crosshair in the reticle, such as how many times the wheel twisted the direction handwheel to correct it, it was still like stepping on cotton, and he was weak.

Because he had never tried to use 85 sniper shots at such a long distance, he was not sure at all.

He calculated N wind repairs, and finally found a correction value that he thought could be corrected.

However, when the arrow of the crosshair lassoed the target, it was found that the shaking of the arrow reached an uncontrollable degree at the extreme distance - the small arrow was much larger than the target, and the target was just a small black dot in the 4x mirror, the size of a sesame seed.

He even began to wonder that perhaps the solemnity was only blindfolded.

In this case, how to shoot?

How to hit?

In the end, Niu Shilin still pulled the trigger.

He had lost hope that he would be hit.

Just to complete this shot.

Now, all he can hope for is solemnity and miss.

At least that would be a draw, and it would be the last way to save face.

Even, for a moment, he felt how stupid it was for him to coax his comrades-in-arms to compete with this intern cadre who graduated from the special operations department.

The target was finally taken back by the security personnel.

Placed on the ridge where the firing ground line was.

The scouts couldn't contain their curiosity and swarmed around the two targets.

On the solemn target, the bullet hole was located in the upper eighth ring position, hitting the throat.

And Niu Shilin's target paper is empty and complete, so clean!

Niu Shilin's mind went blank.

The chatter of others around me seemed as if they were a world away.

Served!

There were only those two words in his heart.

"Captain." He licked his lips that were a little dry, and said to Zhuang Zheng: "In the future, I will practice how you ask me to practice, if I shout half a bitter word, my Niu Shilin will be raised by the turtle son!" ”

The discussion stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on the solemn body.

Deputy division commander Ma Xuefeng and several division commanders stepped forward and went straight to the target.

After looking at it carefully several times, even the well-informed division leaders like Ma Xuefeng were shocked.

Ma Xuefeng stepped forward and looked solemnly up and down several times.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed his solemn hands and lifted them up.

It was a pair of hands with thick calluses open, the skin on the tiger's mouth, thumb and index finger hardened, and there were many scars that looked like old wounds.

From these hands, he began to move his gaze upwards, and it was a heroic, angular face, and eyes that were as calm as water but as deep as a deep pool.

"Do you know what is the farthest sniper distance of this gun in your hand?" Deputy division commander Ma Xuefeng asked.

Solemnly replied: "1300 meters." ”

"Do you know who made this record?" Ma Xuefeng asked again.

Shook his head solemnly: "I don't know, I listened to the seniors of the previous army." ”

Ma Xuefeng said: "It was during the battle of the two mountains, and it was my comrades-in-arms who shot it. '87, I was there that year. ”

There was a commotion among the people below.

Obviously, no one knew that this gun could have achieved such excellent results.

"But bullets don't work." "There is almost no repeatability in 1300 meters, and to be able to hit, in addition to the talent of the shooter, there is also luck." ”

Ma Xuefeng nodded and said, "That's right, after that time, no one could hit the target again at such a distance, and they never tried again." ”

He asked someone to take an 85 sniper protruding bullet, played with it in his hand, and then put it in his palm and threw it.

"You know a lot about firearms, and you know bullets too. Back then, my comrades-in-arms also used this batch of bullets to hit that amazing hit distance. ”

Ma Xuefeng's gaze moved from the bullet to his solemn face.

"If I give you three chances, can you hit the target from 1,300 meters away? There is no need for a chest ring target, a humanoid target is used. ”

Solemnly stunned.

Even though the humanoid target is much larger than the chest ring target, it is 1,300 meters away......

That's simply a distance beyond the theoretical limit of the 85 sniper rifle.

Ma Xuefeng said: "You can try it, because after that use, I have never seen such an amazing sniper again." ”

Everyone present calmed down, and their breathing slowed down, for fear that they would not be able to hear the solemn answer because of the heavy breathing sound, even if they missed a word.

"I'll try."

After a long time, he nodded solemnly and said, "I haven't played that far, but I think I can challenge it." ”