The shooting range is not as long as 800 meters.

Because no one had ever fought that far sniping distance.

Fortunately, the 4th Division is not good, but the venue is particularly good.

The straight line distance is not enough, but the shooting range is wide enough. Keep the target at the end of the northeast corner, and then set the shooting ground line at the end of the southwest.

The entire shooting range is equivalent to a diagonal line.

In order to show fairness, Tang Wenkai asked someone to go to Yijian to get an observation mirror with laser ranging function and took a good measure.

Everyone was forced to move to a new shooting area again.

This time, everyone watched the shooting as a fun.

No one believes that majesty can hit the target at a distance of 800 meters.

This is simply a fantasy!

Everyone has played 85 snipers, but it’s not that I don’t know which bird performs. It’s okay to get 600 meters at the peak, but it’s all about luck to get 800 meters.

The sweat on Niu Shilin's forehead became a stream.

This distance is too far.

The crosswind correction alone gave him a headache. He didn't understand how Zhuang Yan could shoot so quickly, and how did he calculate the correction amount of wind bias and other things?

Of course, he wouldn't understand how terrifying the amount of training Zhuang Yan on the 85 sniper is.

The average amount of ammunition consumed by each sniper on the sniper rifle per year by each sniper in the "Hunter" team reached 5,000 rounds of ammunition per year, and more during training.

For people like Zhuang Yan, no one has calculated how many 85 sniper bullets he fired, because he can't count them at all. I can only say that he consumes more...

Massive ammunition consumption and countless repeated practices, coupled with talent, solemnly pick up the gun, lying on the ground, you don’t need to use instruments or grassroots, you just need to raise your head and let the wind blow your face, look around you to know how much wind is, from which direction it blows, and how much correction...

What is the integration of man and gun?

That's it.

When a gun is held in the hand, all the numbers of elements will appear in the mind instantly. The correction formula under any situation seems to be reflected in the eyes. Even the hammer spring pressure value as small as a trigger can be transmitted into the mind through the fingertips.

This is the supreme realm of a gunman.

The 4th Division scouts present would never understand how terrifying this guy who was known as the "Gun King" was standing in front of him.

Wow—

The long-awaited gunfire sounded, and the sound came from the solemn so-called position.

"Have you been beaten?"

"I don't know, I can't see clearly!"

"I think, it's just a prostitute, just pretend to be a thug. Anyway, no one can hit it, at most it's a draw..."

While everyone was talking, the leaders of the teachers who had been sitting behind couldn't help but stand up.

Niu Shilin was unable to make effective targeting.

No matter how he puts the sight in the reticle, how many times the wheel twists the direction and the handwheel is corrected, it is still like stepping on cotton and silence.

Because he had never tried using 85 sniper shooting at such a distance, he was not sure at all.

He calculated the n times of Feng Xiu and finally found a correction value that he thought could.

But when the arrow of the sight caught the target, he found that the arrow was shaking at the extreme distance to an uncontrollable level - the small arrow was much larger than the target, and the target was just a small black dot in the 4x mirror, the size of a sesame seed.

He even began to doubt that perhaps the solemnity was just a fool.

How to shoot in this case?

How to hit it?

In the end, Niu Shilin pulled the trigger.

He has long had no hope of whether he will hit the target.

Just to complete this shot.

Now, all he can put his hopes on is solemnity and fail.

That would be at least a draw, which is the final way to save face.

Even for a moment, he felt how stupid it was to follow his comrades to have a confrontation with this intern cadre who graduated from the Special Operations Department.

The target was finally taken back by the security personnel.

It stands on the ridge where the shooting ground is located.

The scouts could not suppress their curiosity and flocked to the two targets.

On the solemn target, the bullet hole is located at the upper eight ring position, hitting the throat.

And Niu Shilin's target paper is empty and complete, really clean!

Niu Shilin's mind was blank.

The discussions of others around seemed to be so far away from a world.

Be convinced!

There are only these two words in his heart.

"Captain." He licked his dry lips and said to Zhuang Yan: "In the future, I will practice whatever you want me to practice. If I call the word "hard" half, I, Niu Shilin, was raised by the son of Turtle!"

The discussion stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on the solemn body.

Deputy division commander Ma Xuefeng and several division commanders came forward and came straight to the target.

After looking carefully several times, even the knowledgeable leaders like Ma Xuefeng were shocked.

Ma Xuefeng walked forward and looked up and down several times.

Then, he suddenly grabbed his solemn hands and lifted it up.

It was a pair of hands with thick calluses, the skin on the tiger's mouth, thumb and index finger were hardened, and there were also many scars that looked like they were left by old injuries.

From these hands, it was a heroic and angular face, and a calm eyes that were as calm as water but as deep as a deep pool.

"Do you know what the farthest sniping distance is the gun in your hand?" asked Deputy Division Commander Ma Xuefeng.

Solemnly answered: "1300 meters."

"Do you know who is the person who created this record?" Ma Xuefeng asked again.

Zhuang Yan shook her head: "I don't know, I heard from the seniors from the previous army."

Ma Xuefeng said: "That was during the two mountains' rotation war. It was my comrade-in-arms who shot. In 1987, I was there at that time."

The people below were in a state of chaos.

Obviously, no one knew that this gun could have achieved such an excellent result.

"But the bullet doesn't work." Zhuang Yan said honestly: "There is almost no repeatability in 1300 meters. If you can hit it, in addition to the talent of a shooter, it is also luck."

Ma Xuefeng nodded and said, "That's right, no one can hit the target again at such a long distance since that time, and never tried it again."

He asked someone to get an 85 sniper's bump bullet, played with it in his hand, and then put it on his palm and threw it.

"I know guns very well, and I also know bullets. Back then, my comrades also used this batch of bullets to hit that amazing hit distance."

Ma Xuefeng's eyes moved from the bullet to his solemn face.

"If I give you three chances, can you hit a target 1,300 meters away? No chest ring target is needed, human-shaped targets are used."

Zhuang Yan was stunned.

Even though the humanoid target is much larger than the chest ring target, it is a distance of 1,300 meters...

That's a distance that exceeds the theoretical limit of the 85 sniper rifle.

Ma Xuefeng said again: "You can try it, because after using it that time, I have never seen such an amazing sniper again."

Everyone present calmed down and their breathing slowed down, for fear that they would not be able to hear solemn answers because of the heavy breathing sound, even if they missed a word.

"I'll try."
Chapter completed!