Xu Zhi was a little worried about his score, No. 1 did not announce the score, and there was indeed some psychological pressure, and he shot a shot because of the lack of time for training, and the scoring rate was not high.

Two hundred and twenty points, at least two hundred and twenty points, three subjects, Xu Zhi breathed a long sigh of relief, clenched his fists, can only do his best, this shooting is not a moving project that can be played if you run hard, shooting needs people's eyes, heart and mind, arm grip calm, but also need a good attitude, in order to achieve high scores.

Compared with the static target, Xu Zhi feels okay, but for the dynamic target, he is a little powerless.

In fact, the same is true for most people, unless it is a person who has been trained in the early days to get a high score from the dynamic target, counting on people who have played with guns for three or four days to get a high score, that is a fool's dream, Xu Zhi is smart, but not to the point of demons, actual operation, he can only come step by step, and the gun room at night can also go to see the accessories, play to understand. But the shooting range can't be entered at night, and the gate is locked tightly.

Xu Zhi combined a lot of guns in the gun room, but he couldn't do actual shooting, the training camp was full of surveillance, in fact, Xu Zhi was tinkering in the gun room in the middle of the night, and he had already been discovered by the officers on duty, but he didn't have any extra small movements, so he was not stopped.

"For the weak chickens, having a gun is more reassuring than holding anything. But with this gun, you can shoot accurately, in order to protect yourself, 50 meters static target five chances to shoot, 20 meters dynamic target five chances to shoot, each shot time limit 30 seconds, gun type, F911 submachine gun, on the steel bullet. ”

Xu Zhi swallowed his saliva, the F911 submachine gun is not small, with a net weight of twenty-five kilograms, and the bullet can shoot sixteen rounds in a row, because it uses kinetic energy, and the recoil is strong, according to the instructor, this is the mainstream combat firearm of low-level cultivators at present, and a sharpshooter can form a huge threat to a master-level martial artist, let alone deal with a second-class martial artist, one shot is accurate.

Rao is Xu Zhi now has strong arm strength, F911 is also quite heavy in the hand, the effective range of the gun is 180 meters, and it has the feeling of killing chickens with a knife when used to hit a target of 50 meters, but the No. 1 also takes into account the limited contact of most people, and lowers the standard. Hundreds of guns, the students have been exposed to one by one, F911 is naturally no stranger, this time it is a group of ten people, sixty-one people, only the last one is a person shooting in a column alone.

"Familiarize yourself with the firearm time, 1 minute, adjust your condition."

"Time limit for each shot, thirty seconds, free fire ready, start."

There was silence all around, then overshadowed by the sound of roaring bullets and explosions. After the fifty-meter static target is shot, it is the turn of the dynamic target, and the dynamic target is very uncomfortable, the target movement may be upward, or downward, and it can also move at a uniform speed left and right, but there is a second of pause time after each movement, and it is very necessary to have eyesight skills to seize the opportunity.

Instructor No. 5 shoots casually, doesn't care whether static or dynamic, is always full of ten targets, Xu Zhi can only admire from the bottom of his heart, anyway, they are all a group of supermen, it's not strange that supermen have this kind of ability.

I don't know how Master Li's level compares to the instructors, Xu Zhi thinks about the cross talk actor Master Li, and then there is this kind of extremely capable military camp style instructor, I feel that the world is really amazing, if they are on it, practice their hands, the collision of ancient style and modern style should be very interesting.

"Group 5, play."

"Adjust Status for a Minute"

Xu Zhi strode forward, stood on the shooting table, put on soundproof earmuffs, and held the F911 that had just finished shooting.

Pulling open the magazine, seeing that there were only three bullets in it, Xu Zhi immediately loaded the full bullet, in fact, every time the shot is completed, the next group needs to be filled with bullets, this step is indispensable, checked the firearm, Xu Zhi felt that it was no problem, he raised the butt of the gun, and aimed at a static target fifty meters away.

Xu Zhi didn't have much confidence in getting the score of the dynamic target at all, so he could only score more points on the static target, and strive for fewer mistakes.

"Ready, begin."

The countdown on the side of the shooting table for 30 seconds immediately began to move, Xu Zhi carefully aimed, and sent out his first shot, and the one who was familiar with the firearm gave him a lot of aiming space, these thirty seconds, how much, but Xu Zhi also had to save, and he had to digest the counterattack force of the F911 submachine gun.

"Eight points"

Not high, not too low, by the standards of the bootcamp, this score is a little above passing. The huge force of the gun handle was transmitted, Xu Zhi's body was shaken by the backlash, his shoulders moved back, and then he grabbed the gun barrel steadily.

"Nine points"

"Six"

"Eight points"

"Nine points"

Xu Zhi's hands trembled for a while, his body trembled, his shoulders were a little numb, and the recoil was too strong, but fortunately, the adjustment time of thirty seconds each time was fortunately, and it was fortunate that he was not on the battlefield at this time.

"Rotating Target"

Dynamic target, some people call it a moving target, some people like to make advance predictions, the target into the line of sight to shoot, some like to follow the target to move and then catch and pause, no matter which method is used, it has its own rhythm.

Xu Zhi took a breath, and his previous score hovered between zero and nine points, with three points of vision and seven points of luck.

In the twenty-eighth second, Xu Zhi shot a bullet.

"Six"

In the twenty-sixth second, Xu Zhi shot the second one.

"Quarters"

The score is not high, Xu Zhi feels that it is good to be able to hit, just do his best.

"Three points"

"One point"

"Eight points"

After a few shots in a row, Xu Zhi finished the ten shots in the assessment, with a total of sixty-one points, which is not too miserable, and it is considered to be a passing pass according to the normal exam. Of course, it's not a fart in the training camp, there are a lot of students who score 70 or 80, and there are several people who are above 90. Put down the F911 submachine gun, take off the earmuffs, Xu Zhi walked out of the shooting table, and returned to the team to stand.

Waiting for the assessment of other personnel.

There were only two groups of people in the back, one full and one single.

Many people are worried, one is worried that they will be ranked behind the thirty-ninth place, and the other is worried that they will not be able to score 220 points.

There are also some master-type students who don't care, the literary test assessment is directly out of the score, and the shooting assessment is also a very direct score, plus they waste less time in the gun combination, if this can't become the seed player to stay, then what else is needed to stay.

At present, it is known that the score is one hundred and sixty points, and the number one does not announce how to score the combination of firearms, Xu Zhi is also a little uneasy, really sad, but why did he go to combine two at that time, in addition to sufficient time, Xu Zhi felt that a person like himself who had poor shooting accuracy, took two to suppress the firepower, it was cool and crooked, the stun gun is not this kind of kinetic gun, the reaction force is very light, one with the left hand, one with the right hand, all the way to shoot, and the opponent who hits directly can't raise his head, how good.

I hope that the combination of firearms is not based on time scoring, Xu Zhi thinks about his twenty-nine seconds, no matter what, it is completed 1 second in advance, how can there be sixty points, so two hundred and twenty points is not much, one point is not a lot?