"Brother Jing, it seems that you are worrying blindly. You see, the two of them have already turned their rivalry into friendship. ”

"Alright, don't be poor." As they spoke, Xing Jing and Liu Mang walked over.

Peng Fei knew that Xing Jing must be afraid that Xiao Ye would pinch him again, so he came over with Liu Mang to take a look. "Brother Jing, we're fine."

"Ahh We're fine, but we've already pulled out the grass over there, so we're here to help you pull it. After speaking, Xing Jing squatted next to Peng Fei and began to pull out the grass. And Liu Mangzhi squatted next to Xiao Ye.

In a new environment, Peng Fei didn't sleep well this night. In addition to the grassland, there is a pond nearby, which is very conducive to the breeding of mosquitoes. Therefore, through the mosquito net on the bed, you can clearly hear the swarms of mosquitoes outside flapping their wings excitedly and making a buzzing sound. "Luckily there was a mosquito net, otherwise I would have been bitten to death. Even if you don't get bitten to death, you will definitely be itched to death. Thinking of this, Peng Fei reached out and scratched the bag around his neck.

It was when I was lying in the stinky ditch and observing, and I was bitten by mosquitoes. And it's not just this, Liu Mang helped him count when he took a bath, there were a total of twelve on his back, neck, and hands. The least should be regarded as Xing Jing, with only five packs. For the rest, each of them had more than ten bags on them.

I remember that when I was about to go to bed, Liu Mang joked: The mosquitoes by the ditch had a meal today. Think about it, isn't it, if you don't count the instructors, there are ten people, so how many mosquitoes do you have to be fed?

In a daze, he heard a gunshot outside, and Peng Fei sat up from the bed. Then he rolled over and got out of bed, opened the door of the tent and looked out.

I saw that the senior instructor was holding a rifle in his hand and fired a shot at Peng Fei's feet. "Look what, stupid pig, get up! Quick, get up for me! ”

After getting up, the two assistant instructors took them to the training ground. Instructor Gao was still standing on the high platform, but he was holding a rifle in his hand, and said majestically: "Do you see this gun I am holding in my hand?" This is the Type 88 sniper rifle, and it is also the gun that you will use in your future training. There is no wake-up number here, so the gunfire of the 88 sniper is the wake-up number. Every morning after three gunshots, I must see your people standing here. Do you understand? ”

"Got it!"

"Is this a sniper rifle?" At this time, the Type 88 sniper rifle gave Peng Fei the feeling of one word - cool!

When he came back from running ten kilometers with his bare hands, something that made Peng Fei happy finally happened. That's when the instructors gave them guns, a Type 88 sniper rifle each. "If only I could go to the range and shoot a few shots." Peng Fei thought so in his heart, but the instructor did not fulfill his wish, but took them to a classroom made of colored steel plates and began to teach them.

The senior instructor first told them about the origin of snipers.

Sniper is a profession that has received corresponding professional training and undertakes special tasks, hides in hidden and open places, and uses precise small arms to destroy and assassinate special targets or important people at a distance.

Peng Fei felt that this was a bit like the legendary killer.

And the origin of the sniper comes from a kind of game. British soldiers stationed in India around 1773 often hunted an agile bird called a snipe. Since this bird is very difficult to hit, people who are good at it are called sniper in English. Later, Sniper became the official name for professional snipers.

Listening to the explanation of the senior instructor, Peng Fei took notes while recalling the scene when he was a child and Wei Guo hunted birds in the sapling field at the edge of the village. "It turns out that this sniper also developed from bird hunting, and it seems that I really have the potential to be a sniper. I remember that at that time, Wei Guo was not as high as my level, no wonder the marksmanship is so stinky now. Write a letter another day, and you have to chill him. ”

Finally, the senior instructor talked about how to measure the distance in the scope. Then they were taken to the shooting range to familiarize them with the world of scopes.

"The world of the scope, where is this world!" Peng Fei unexpectedly found that it was pitch black in his scope.

"Brother Jing, do you see the reticle?"

"Just look at my expression!" I saw Xing Jing's helpless face.

Peng Fei constantly adjusted the angle between his eyes and the scope, so this situation occurred. One moment bright, another moment dark, made Peng Fei's eyes dazzled. The afternoon is physical training, in the words of the instructor, being a sniper is not about getting you to a place and finishing the job, it also requires physical fitness!

Such days lasted for a week. But there is still a gain, at least you can find the line of sight. To be honest, it was really fine, like a hair. When Peng Fei found it and aimed the cross heart at the fat instructor who was standing in the distance chatting, his heart actually had the slightest urge to pull the trigger.

In the end, Peng Fei couldn't hold it, so he pulled the trigger fiercely with his fingers. Of course, there was no such thing as the fat instructor being shot in the head, and he was still standing idle, hanging out with a special forces person. Because there were no bullets in the gun at all, there was just a sound in the air.

remembered that Xing Jing next to him at that time also gave Peng Fei a thumbs up. "You bull, you dare to rush at the instructor's buckle machine!"

"Isn't it that I didn't have a bullet, and if I did, I would have to think about it. You said that every day you get an empty gun for us to lie on our stomachs here, when can we send a few bullets for us to fight. ”

"What are you in a hurry to recruit in a hurry?" Xiao Ye's voice came from the other side. "When it's time to practice shooting accuracy, I guarantee that you will want to vomit when you see a gun."

A week later, in the morning, the senior instructor brought them to the classroom to teach them a lesson. The content of this lesson is: what external factors will affect the sniper's shooting process.

The first is wind speed. Wind can deflect the projectile, especially in the horizontal direction, that is, from left to right, or from right to left. And the stronger the wind, the greater the impact on the bomb, and the more deviations there are. So this needs to be corrected, and of course there is a formula.

Peng Fei suddenly remembered that he had been tested for shooting when he was in the recruit company. At that time, the summer squad leader told them to move the crosshairs, but he didn't have time to tell them where to move and how much. At that time, Peng Fei only knew that the wind would have an impact on the flying bombs, but he didn't fully know what kind of influence method and how big the specific impact was.

So he just moved the crosshair by feeling, but he didn't expect to hit a full ring. In fact, there is indeed an element of luck in this. "Hey, no wonder some veterans are not convinced, it turns out that there are so many esoteric things in this."

Gathering his mind, Peng Fei continued to write notes in his notebook, as if he had returned to his student days.

The second is temperature, and high temperatures will make ......