This is the rule of rapid-fire targets, and Wu Fan was already familiar with it before he came.

Three days ago, he shot at the fastest speed of 7.5 meters per second, and shot eight rings many times, multiplied by a magnification of 1.4, to reach 11.2 rings. But it is impossible for him to shoot at such a high speed with ten bullets, not only does it take a lot of mental and physical strength, but also the nerves are too tense, which is not conducive to the adjustment of the body.

Looking at the first two batches of people have ended the competition, although only three people did not reach the standard of 92 rings, and the results of these three people have reached 91 rings, according to the last session it is impossible to be eliminated, but now it has also been eliminated, so that the calculation of the elimination rate has far exceeded the previous project's five percent elimination record, all of a sudden to make the atmosphere of the mobile target shooting range gloomy.

Moreover, in the next three batches, the number of eliminated people did not decrease proportionally, but increased, and the upward trend was very obvious.

In the fourth batch, the elimination rate exceeded the limit of 20 percent, which made the hearts of those who had not yet played suddenly pinch up, and Wu Fan felt that the air in the entire shooting range was about to freeze.

The highest scores of the eliminated all reached 91.99 rings, only 0.01 rings short, but they still passed by the passing line, and unfortunately ended this special training assessment trip.

The mountains and rivers are poor, and the willows and flowers are bright.

Ten batches later, there was a strange scene of five consecutive batches all passing, which made the grandstand of the shooting range lively, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Fan could feel Sun Santai beside him let out a long breath, as if he was also a player.

"Ju Sun, I see you're also nervous. In fact, it's okay, as long as you choose the rake speed reasonably, there is no pressure to pass the level. ”

Wu Fan's fifteen batches were not idle at all, he felt the speed of the moving target position from a distance, and at the same time, he was also feeling the trajectory drawn by the bullet in the air.

Although he sat more than a hundred meters away from the target position, and the height was much higher, his mutated eyes could close the distance between the target position, which allowed him to realize in advance, and actually go to the shooting target position like a shooter, and shoot shot by shot in his mind. And with the adjustment of the strength of the true qi, he suddenly made a new discovery, he could see the trajectory of the bullet's flight clearly, although there was only a vague outline of the bullet and a line of flight, and he couldn't see the clear appearance of the bullet, but this kind of progress was a real qualitative improvement.

Even though it was in my mind, it was a real experience. And with the use of mental power, he gradually became familiar with the use of this power.

The straight line of the bullet flight is the trajectory of the bullet, and he can familiarize him with the characteristics of the gun and the bullet as quickly as possible, so as to make the most critical adjustment to the aiming position.

With this one catch. Wu Fan doesn't need to watch others shoot, and then he needs to start relaxing, so that the whole body is in a loose state, so that every tissue and cell can get the fullest rest.

"yes, I really shouldn't be stressed. It's not like everyone has adjusted, and I'm not worried. However, I found that in the last few rounds, the overall number of rings has passed, but the highest value of the total number of rings has not exceeded 99 rings, and there are at least two good results of 101 rings in the first ten rounds. It seems that everyone is sacrificing the multiplier value, and they are all seeking stability. Wu Fan, this is also your choice. Don't ask for a high score, first ask for a pass. ”

Wu Fan smiled slightly, "Sun Ju, Sun Xiaohong's first competition is static shooting, it stands to reason that you should go and see it, why do you only follow me?"

"It's the same whether she plays or not, and there's no suspense at all. It's exciting to watch your game. I'll tell you, I haven't watched a live game in years, it's exciting!"

"Her marksmanship is very good?" Wu Fan felt a little sad when he saw that Sun Ju was so confident in Sun Xiaohong. It seems that the leader is still not at ease with him!

But he didn't know that Sun Xiaohong had already gotten the through train to the capital to participate in the national finals, even if he didn't reach the threshold, it didn't matter, he was still in the 36-man squad, so Sun Santai felt bored to watch.

"Normally, there should be no problem in passing the level. Sun Santai glanced at his watch, "There are still eleven batches to be your turn, twenty minutes later, we will go to line up to pick up the gun, give you twenty minutes to squint your eyes and rest." ”

"Good. Wu Fan nodded, really leaned back in the chair, squinted his eyes, and the dantian true qi slowly flowed through the meridians all over his body, striving to run for nine great weeks.

However, when Wu Fan had just run for two big weeks, suddenly, thunderous applause rang out around him, accompanied by the applause of many people. Wu Fan quickly collected his work, withdrew from the practice of nameless qigong, and opened his eyes to look. "What's wrong?"

"The high score has appeared!" Sun Santai looked excited and couldn't stop bulging, as if he was the creator of the high score. "1092 rings, this result is the second highest in history!

At this time, Wu Fan saw clearly on the huge electronic display board, the results of the No. 5 target position at this time were magnified by bold red characters, and in front of the results of the 109.2 ring, the two words Fang Yuan shone brightly.

"Fang Yuan!" In the car that came, Sun Xiaohong, the four people from the Jiangwan Branch, each sent a top-secret document, and among the sixty-four names marked in the document was Fang Yuan of the Xuhui Branch.

This is indeed not a low result, very high. Wu Fan quickly glanced at the results and multipliers of each of the ten shots on the big screen. Fang Yuan's first nine bullets were very stable, hitting 98.4 rings, and he chose a target speed of 2.0 times in his last shot, scoring 5.4 rings.

2.0 magnification, that is a speed of 8 meters per second, the creator of the record 111 rings rapid-fire target results, the last shot chose 2.0 magnification, and scored a high score of 6.1 rings. The record-setter's first nine shots only hit 98.8 rings, only 0.4 rings more than Fang Yuan. Therefore, Fang Yuan's result is definitely a result comparable to that of the record creator, and this score is not the last championship of this project 107.6 rings, which is a significant increase.

After getting this result, Fang Yuan seemed to be a little dissatisfied, standing at the No. 5 target position and staring at the fifty-meter target position for more than five minutes, the other shooters left, and only then did he shake his head and leave the target position under the urging of the staff, as if he still regretted it in his heart.

In the exit passage, Zhang Yuedong gave Fang Yuan a big hug, and then the latter punched twice in the chest, "Qi Kai won, this result is already the second highest result in the history of this competition, it must be the best result in this competition, you have laid a solid foundation for the following competitions, you should be satisfied!"

"The 2.0 multiplier is low, my usual score can be 2.1, and I have reached more than 6 rings three times, and I can break the record if I do it well. Hey, I'm in a bit of a bad state, I'm going to adjust my mood and go to the still shot on the sixth court. I try to tie the record in that event. ”

There is no magnification value for static shots, and the full score is only 110 rings, so it is impossible for him to set a record.

"Don't be burdened with thoughts, adjust well. I had my car drive by, you go and take a break. In an hour, it will be your turn on the static side, and I will call you myself. ”

"Thank you, Director Zhang, I'm leaving. Fang Yuanli saluted and left the No. 7 shooting range.

Looking at Fang Yuan's back, Zhang Yuedong's heart smiled.