"Squad leader, mechanical aiming can also reach 100 shots, a bit fake, right?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I didn't know that there would be such scenes when I watched TV before, but during this period of training, I realized that it was filming TV, not real training, so I wasn't sure. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Even if you're honest, I'll watch it later, I'll demonstrate it once, and the rest is for you to practice on your own! Do you understand? ”

"Understood!"

Zhang Yan's gaze swept over the three rookies, and his eyes were full of smiles when he looked at Han Dong.

On the shooting range, three rookies stood behind Zhang Yan with a cart of weapons and ammunition, while Zhang Yan looked up at the target in the distance.

"Do you see those targets in front of you?" Zhang Yan pointed to the front and asked loudly.

"See!"

"Now you take the target paper and stick it on the target, this is related to your next shooting training, so you must watch it, don't paste it wrong!"

"Yes!"

Although they didn't know what Zhang Yan thought, the three rookies still honestly picked up a few target papers and ran to the target in the distance as fast as they could.

Looking at the backs of the three people, Zhang Yan's eyes had a trace of indescribable calm.

Whether it is an ordinary soldier or a sniper, in the environment of the real battlefield, they have to keep moving to attack and defend, which means a huge consumption of physical strength.

And for a warrior, shooting at the enemy with sufficient physical strength and shooting with weak physical strength will definitely result differently.

The fixed target positions of the shooting range are fixed at 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 600 meters and 800 meters respectively, according to the actual combat data of the Type 88 sniper rifle, the bullet at a distance of 800 meters will lose its accuracy, in the words of the veteran, "hair fluttering!" ”

Shooting at distances of more than 1,000 meters is not possible with small-caliber sniper rifles (modified firearms are possible).

Zhang Yan picked up a handful of Type 85 from the ammunition box, gently stroked the gunshot, and the cold metallic texture spread to his brain through his hand, and Zhang Yan's temperament changed instantly.

After skillfully inspecting the gun, Zhang Yan took out a few magazines full of bullets from the ammunition box and installed them on the gun in his hand.

Raise your gun, aim!

Adjust the distance and direction of the scope!

The movements of each of the three rookies 800 meters away are clearly visible!

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth brought a very cold smile, and his left hand bypassed the body of the gun and skillfully opened the gun safe!

Single launch status!

In the distance, Ye Fan was pressing his target with both hands, so that the target paper he had just pasted could stick a little tighter.

"Bang!"

Suddenly the gunshots rang out, and the empty shooting range echoed in bursts of echoes!

Han Dong and Liu Minghui, who were pasting the target paper in the distance, were skillfully lying on the ground, while Ye Fan looked at the target in his hand with a dull expression, and a small hole appeared in the newly pasted target paper!

"Ah......h

"Ah...... Ahhh......h ”

Ye Fan, who reacted, threw down the target in his hand and let the target fall to the ground, just standing there and shouting loudly!

Hoarse, with great fear and uneasiness in his voice!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two more gunshots rang out, landing on the soles of Han Dong and Liu Minghui's feet respectively, splashing a burst of dust, and there were two more dirt pits visible to the naked eye on the originally flat ground!

The three rookies are really scared!

Han Dong and Liu Minghui swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva fiercely, then glanced at each other, and at the same time struggled to get up from the ground and walked towards Ye Fan, who was yelling.

"Ye Fan!"

"Ye Fan!"

Han Dong first pulled Ye Fan's sleeve and shook his arm, and seeing that Ye Fan didn't react, he immediately stepped forward and hugged Ye Fan, shouting his name non-stop.

"Ye Fan, how are you?" Liu Minghui asked with some fear.

Ye Fan still didn't react, and hoarse voices appeared in his mouth from time to time, thinking that the roar just now broke his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"Han Dong, let's, what should we do?" Liu Minghui turned his gaze to Han Dong, and after being beaten by Zhang Yan once, he had no opinion.

"Let's go back!" Han Dong thought for a while and made a decision that surprised Liu Minghui!

"Go back," Liu Minghui's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of confusion and fear when he looked at Han Dong, "Shall we go back and die?" ”

"It's Zhang Yan who shot it, aren't we going back to die?"

Thinking of being beaten just now, and now being aimed at by Zhang Yan with a gun, Liu Minghui's heart felt that there was no hope, and the whole person became chattering like Ye Fan.

Han Dong looked at Ye Fan with a worried face, then at Liu Minghui, and finally turned his head to look at Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan, who was standing on the firing ground, was holding the Type 85 gun with one hand and pointing upwards, turning back and forth, Han Dong understood that he was telling the three of them to go back!

"The big deal is death,, maybe you can be a martyr!"

Han Dong, who had made up his mind, pulled the distracted Ye Fan with his left hand, and the nervous Liu Minghui with his right hand, and strode back towards Zhang Yan.

Through the scope, Zhang Yan clearly saw the every move of the three rookies, and when he saw Han Dong's actions, he couldn't help but nod.

Removing the magazine from the gun, the bullet in the chamber was also withdrawn, and the cold bullet was placed in the palm of the hand, making people feel a trace of palpitations.

The army-green bullet shells are not reflected at all under the sunlight, but the sharp warheads appear together with the cold weather, giving people an inexplicable coolness.

Zhang Yan put the gun away, there was still a faint smell of gunpowder in the muzzle, and the high temperature at the moment when the bullet was discharged made the barrel feel a little warm.

"It's been a long time since I've touched you, old man, and we're going to fight together again!"

Zhang Yan stroked the cold body of the gun again, as if he was talking to himself, and like he was whispering about the reunion of brothers who had not seen him for many years.

In the distance, Han Dong pulled Ye Fan and Liu Minghui back in front of Zhang Yan, and their target papers were all thrown on the ground in the distance, looking embarrassed.

"Report!" Han Dong roared in a low voice.

"Say."

"Squad leader, why did you shoot us?" Han Dong burst into tears after asking, his two big eyes filled with a thick layer of mist.

What is the most feared thing about being a soldier? Not the enemy's guns, but the betrayal of the comrades around you!

Han Dong had a lot of confusion in his mind, he felt very aggrieved, he had already thought about it on the way back, he must figure out what was going on!

He didn't want to be like Ye Fan and Liu Minghui, scared his nerves, even if he died, he wanted to die!

In the face of Han Dong's questioning, Zhang Yan closed his mouth tightly, did not say a word, but walked in front of Ye Fan, and slapped Ye Fan in the face!

"Squad leader!" Han Dong shouted again, his eyes full of despair.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Han Dong couldn't hold back any longer, the grievances in his heart turned into tears, and big tears flowed down his dark face.

Zhang Yan still didn't speak, seeing that Ye Fan didn't react, he picked up his arm again and slapped Ye Fan twice in the face!