After Yin Xiancong left, he solemnly lowered his head and looked at the five-round rifle bullet in his hand.

The yellowish ammo shimmered with oil, and I flipped over the primer and looked at it, where the words 9141-76 were written on it.

This is the code for making the Arsenal and the year.

The first time he got the real live ammunition, he couldn't help but turn over and look at it a few more times.

There is no color designation on the warhead, which means that this is an ordinary anti-personnel projectile, and even then, according to the previous study about the Type 81-1 automatic rifle, the 7.62 warhead can penetrate 6 mm steel plate, 15 cm brick wall, 30 cm thick soil layer and 40 cm thick wooden plank at a distance of 100 meters.

This thing can really kill people.

"Bomb press!"

After distributing the bullets, Yin Xiancong gave the order.

Solemnly began to load the magazines one by one.

It's very simple.

A press, then a push, into the box.

"Stand up! Let's go to the firing ground! ”

As soon as Adai waved the red flag, the ten recruits immediately stood up with their guns and walked towards the target position.

At each target, a veteran acted as a safety officer, carefully inspected the recruit's guns and magazines, and then stepped aside and shouted: "Done!" ”

Ah Dai took out a small horn and blew a series of short warning tones.

A hundred meters away, the veterans in charge of target inspection jumped into the trench to hide.

The little red flag waved again.

"Reload in a lying position!"

The solemn left foot took a big step forward and lay down sideways on the No. 6 target position, his No. 5 target position on the left side was Zhang Yan, and the No. 7 target position on the right was Guo Xiangyang.

Remove the empty magazine, remove the magazine containing 5 live ammunition from the Type 56 cartridge belt, and attach it to the gun.

Then lie down, adjust the lying position, shoulder to shoulder, and aim.

JUST ONE HUNDRED METERS AHEAD, THE 54CM X 54CM CHEST RING TARGET SHOOK SLIGHTLY IN THE FRONT SIGHT RETAINER, AND THEN WAS RIGIDLY TRAPPED.

Phew-

On the solemn right, someone in this group of recruits had already fired the first shot.

Solemn couldn't help but lift the cheek that was pressed against the receiver cover curiously, and set his eyes on someone else's target.

In the distance, behind the No. 3 chest ring target, a puff of yellow dust rose up the hillside.

A target rod sticks out of the trench, and the red plate with the size of a fist at the top is pressed against the head of the butcher target figure, and stops there for two seconds, then the target rod turns to white at the back, returns to the center of the ten rings, pauses, and then moves back and forth three times in the upper left corner.

7 rings, the impact point is on the upper left.

Solemnity recited silently in his heart.

There is a very simple formula for the flag of the army to report the target: six left, seven right, eight up, nine up and down, and ten swing.

Six rings, the red plate will stay on the left shoulder of the chest ring target for two or three seconds, the seventh ring on the top of the head, the eighth ring on the right shoulder, the nine rings are vertically up and down, and the ten rings are on the chest ring target from left to right back and forth in an arc.

If the impact point deviates in any direction, the target announcer will flip the disc at the top of the rod into white on the back and move it three times in the direction of the offset.

The first shot of a comrade-in-arms stirred up a solemn competitive spirit.

Cut!

Only six rings!

These are close to the dividing line where they cannot be separated from the target.

He shifted his gaze back to his target, opened the safe, and pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

With his fingers on the cold trigger, he became solemn and inexplicably excited, and time seemed to go back to the time when he was in junior high school, and he was shooting birds everywhere around the dormitory compound.

"Intentionally targeted...... Unintentional ......"

He silently muttered the shooting skills that Yin Xiancong had taught him.

Pulling the trigger is often the most critical part of a shot.

If the force of the trigger is pressed, the muzzle of the gun will shake slightly, and it will be almost impossible for the bullet to hit the bullseye at a distance of 100 meters.

And if it's too light, you can't even press the trigger.

Today's weather is cloudy, but the light is not bad.

Awesome!

This kind of weather is perfect for target shooting.

In fact, sunny weather is not the best time to shoot, because strong sunlight can easily cause false light in the front sight and notch, which can affect accuracy.

On rainy days, water droplets will refract light on the notched crosshairs, which will also affect the accuracy of shooting.

Phew-

The gun went off.

Solemnly and confidently fired the first shot.

It was as if a cannon exploded around it.

He felt his shoulder against the butt of the rifle move slightly, as if a force pushed him backwards, and his whole body trembled.

He opened his left eye and looked at the chest ring target in the distance.

A target post was quickly erected from the trench, and the red marker hovered over the chest ring target's head......

8 Ring ......

"!"

solemnly scolded his mother in his heart.

The red disc of the target reporting rod turns over and turns into a white disc and moves to the left in the center of the ten rings.

The impact point is two rings to the left!

A layer of cold sweat oozed from his solemn forehead.

How can the gap be so far!?

The gun was uniformly calibrated by the squad leaders before being fired.

It stands to reason that it is very accurate.

He couldn't figure it out, he had clearly aimed at the bullseye just now, and pressed the white dot of the ten rings by two-thirds and left one-third.

I held my breath before firing, and it was a perfect trigger pull.

How so?

He didn't have time to think too much about it.

Since it is to the left, then correct to the right.

The second bullet is already on the chamber.

This time, Marely aimed the crosshair gap to the right and shifted it to the left about two rings.

Holding his breath again, Majestically pulled the trigger slowly.

Phew-

The second bullet came out of the chamber, and a string of sparks was stirred up behind the chest ring target in the distance.

Maybe it hit a stone.

He opened his left eye again.

This time, the red marker disc of the target post began to move in a straight line up and down.

9 rings!

Solemnly happy.

He suddenly understood.

Although the gun is calibrated, everyone's aiming point and aiming line of sight will not be the same.

Equal to the habits of the same person.

Perhaps, the squad leader who corrected this gun would have no problem using this gun himself, but he would be left if he used it himself.

Yin Xiancong, who was standing not far away, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the solemn 9 rings.

The shooting practice is precision shooting, the calculation is the number of rings, not the time, once you find the feeling, things are easy to do.

Next, there is the third bullet.

Ah Dai didn't know when he walked to Yin Xiancong's side, and followed his gaze to see solemnity.

"Fourth squad leader, how is this kid in your class doing?"

Yin Xiancong said: "One 8, one 9." ”

"It's okay!" Ah Dai smiled in surprise, "It's the first time I shot a gun, and it's good to be able to do this." ”

Yin Xiancong said: "He hit 8 rings in the first shot and 9 in the second shot, which shows that he knows how to correct his ballistics." ”

Adai said, "I can't see it, this kid is quite smart." ”

Phew-

As the two of them were talking, the solemn third bullet went out.

The target post in the distance was quickly erected.

His solemn eyes were fixed on the red marker plate, and his breath became heavy.