Chapter 700 Fighting for luck!(1/2)
The truck continued to drive along the established route calmly.
The sunset in the distance sank a little further, and the light around it became even more dim.
Shooting under such conditions will have some impact.
The car drove on the dirt road.
The old men on the sidelines held their breath.
Even the old white-haired man who had seen many big scenes could not help but slow down his breathing at this moment, staring at Zhuang Yan and Instructor No. 2.
Bet on luck.
This is really an interesting thing in the shooting range.
Although it is a bit shameless, it is not suitable for actual combat.
I haven't watched such an interesting game in a long time.
Instructor No. 2 was focused on the position of the low wall.
The automatic rifle is a weapon he is very good at.
In the sniper confrontation just now, he actually lost to Zhuang Yan, and instructor No. 2 could only admit that he was unlucky.
In fact, Zhuang Yan had carefully analyzed the gap between himself and Instructor No. 2 before the confrontation.
He found that almost all factors were against him.
If you compare speed, you will definitely not be able to compare instructor No. 2; if you compare accuracy, you will certainly be unsure.
To ensure the highest accuracy at the fastest speed, there is no chance of winning when combined.
Without any chance of winning, and without any advantage, there seems to be only one way to go - either fight hard or fight for luck.
It is impossible to fight hard, so you can only fight for luck.
There was this loophole in the rules of the game. When the light shot from the middle of the valley shone on his face, Zhuang Yan suddenly discovered that the three targets were dead.
That's right.
They always command to appear behind the low walls, and then each target is about 1 meter apart.
So, when three targets rise and the shooter aims, if you are lucky, the first one will aim at the right target, which can indeed seize some opportunities.
If a general reconnaissance unit soldier judges and shoots while marching, it may take a lot of time to search alone, and then aim, star-fast stability, etc. After all, the shooting time will be at least 3-5 seconds.
Those who are present can lock the target and shoot within 3 seconds.
When Zhuang Yan and Yu Qunchao competed, although the speed was already amazing, it took about two seconds.
This is already a very amazing shooting speed.
But the instructor No. 2 is faster, a few seconds faster than a few people.
Zhuang Yan did a calculation question in his mind. How can he shorten the gap between the zero point and the few seconds?
In terms of accuracy, he has no problem with confidence, but if he wants to add speed, he will definitely lose.
Just like the top tester, squeezing out time from every detail, even a tenth of a second, is useful.
Zhuang Yan once despaired, but suddenly realized that he might be able to bet on luck.
Three targets are like three pokers, and there is a third chance of drawing one time.
What if I win?
This time can be squeezed out of the search time in a few seconds.
Perfect!
Since it’s not good to rely on skills, then bet on luck!
For Instructor No. 2, his helplessness is also normal.
Now it's like a ring game with rules and loopholes.
I thought I just moved my fist and stopped, but I didn't expect that the monkey came up with peaches, two dragons, and other two hands to go out to sea, and I used them all, and I would not use the rules of rivers and lakes.
This also forced Instructor No. 2 to a desperate situation.
I have seen bad people, but I have never seen such bad people.
If he wants to win Zhuangyan, he can only bet on his luck.
Because although my marksmanship is better than solemn, it is only a little better.
They were all top experts, and they were only a few seconds apart from each other.
Zhuang Yan gave up the search for targets and directly chose one to shoot like poker.
If he raised his gun for the first time, he would not lock the target, and he would hit the bet and lock it up, he would definitely lose.
Instructor No. 2 felt that Zhuang Yan was a little shameless, and actually dragged himself into this "no technical content" competition.
"shooting!"
可以—
可以—
A crisp sound of dot shooting sounded.
There was only one target in the distance.
Synchronize again!
Now, the old guys on the sidelines exploded.
"Synchronize again! Crazy!"
"That's right, I've seen synchronization before, but the first time I've seen so many synchronizations in the same afternoon, it's so weird!"
"I can't do it, I think someone has been empty!"
"Will it be number 2..."
"Impossible! If it is...hehe..."
"I've watched it this time! Hahahaha! It's so fun today!"
The noise on the side of the field has already spread to the field.
Instructor No. 2 stood in front of the board and smiled bitterly, and could only shake his head to express his messy mood.
There is really nothing we can do about it.
You are most afraid of meeting people who are lucky in whatever you do.
Solemn and lucky today.
Of course, I was lucky just now.
At least both of them guessed correctly, the target on the right was the target.
Both of them almost ejaculated with their hands, and both gave up the search process.
What's even more terrible is that Zhuang Yan performed extraordinaryly this time. Even though the two of them gave up the search session at the same time, they could actually shoot some shots at the same time as themselves.
Instructor No. 2 felt that he and Zhuang Yan had both hit him.
If you calculate the number of rings and accuracy, you will certainly win.
But the rules directly talk about the number of targets, and do not count the number of rings.
This means that as long as the solemnity hits the target, it is fine.
The third level.
Zhuang Yan felt much calmer in his heart.
Now, the sniper project is leading by itself.
Although the rifle project may not be a winner, it may be fifty or fifty, there is at least hope.
Finally, there is the pistol.
Pistols are solemn weaknesses.
Although Yan Ming has recently guided him with many technical problems, the time is short, and it will take time to improve to the top level.
If you can't enter the speed of the first bullet fired in 0.5 seconds, don't mention confronting the instructor No. 2.
25 meters.
At this distance, with the eyes of the special forces members, you can see the target clearly at the moment you leave the target.
Betting seems meaningless.
This time it must be a real technical confrontation.
He moved his fingers solemnly and gently touched the end of the gun handle with his forearm.
No matter you win or lose, you must achieve your best results.
To be continued...