The accuracy of a short point blank is certainly more difficult to control compared to a single shot.
Because there is a recoil control problem.
The first round will make the muzzle jump, which will then affect the accuracy of the second round.
To be able to control two bullets within a very small dispersion is a veteran.
Without a year or two of hard practice, it was basically impossible to do so.
Not to mention a newbie like Li Zheng.
That was why it was really eye-opening to see Li Zheng appear in this round of confrontation.
Most of the people present thought that Li Zheng was beating a dead horse.
Anyway, if the extra bullet was not shot out in this round, the rest would be for nothing.
The 1st Battalion Commander asked, "Do consecutive rounds count?"
Liang Hu, the second battalion commander, said, "Of course it counts, how can it not? Did you guys say just now that you're not allowed to fire consecutive rounds?"
The third battalion commander looked at these two, heart doubly clear, one is afraid of continuous hair in case really masked, but also their own soldiers beyond, that can be done.
Liang Hu, on the other hand, can be counted on of course, no harm done. In itself, Li Zheng is out of the wind, do not hope, now one more point of hope is fine, as buying a lottery ticket.
The third battalion commander is not afraid to watch the fun, smiled and said, "I think it, counting or not is the head of the decision, Zhang deputy division commander, you make a final decision, lest we have opinions."
Zhang Wenqing said, "Continuous firing is harder than single firing, it should be counted."
He then said to the first battalion commander, "Don't mind it either, Li Zheng is not competing for the rankings."
The first battalion commander's old face was hot, feeling that he had lost his temper.
Li Zheng was an outsider, whether he was on the target or not had absolutely nothing to do with Li Yunpeng's ranking.
He should not have said half a word more, but he was in a hurry just now and actually forgot about it.
After finalizing the final explanation, the target counting soon began.
Li Zheng and the other three remained standing on the shooting ground line waiting for the final news.
The recorder below took the walkie-talkie and communicated, and finally began to read off the results of each person.
At this time, several company commanders and platoon commanders had already stood behind him, pricked up their ears and listened to the results coming from the intercom.
"Target number 1 ..."
This was Li Yunpeng's target.
"41 rings ..."
Tian Yu, the commander of the first company of the first battalion standing behind him, smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, turned around and made a tactical sign language towards the first battalion commander's side.
"41!"
All saw it.
The several battalion commanders present saw it.
Second battalion commander Liang Hu's face was a bit ugly.
Although it wasn't a full ring, he knew the gold content of this 41 ring.
The difficulty of the 200 meter moving target had actually exceeded that of the infantry's second practice, and it was more difficult than I'm afraid it would be on par with the night shooting of the third practice.
An enlisted only more than two months of new recruits, can hit this score, not to mention a regiment, the entire division let you look for you can not find two by the way.
Won.
The first battalion commander's brain popped up these two words, happy and smiling.
The greatest significance was not only here.
It was rumored that the troops were going to be reorganized, and maybe this was the last big recruit test for E Division.
In previous years, the first and even the top three shooting subjects in the recruit assessment were all taken by the Meng Hu Regiment's fourth company.
This time can be considered to break the record.
The wind and water are turning, and this year it's my house.
Liang Hu's depression can also be imagined.
Seeing the old troops to be reorganized, the last big test actually did not keep the traditional advantages of the subject record.
He felt that he had no face to meet the head of the group, Li Haiou.
But ...
Isn't there still a chance?
Zhang Jian!
That's right, this kid was also coached by Chief of Staff Zhuang, so maybe he could hit this score as well!
"Target number 2 ..."
Speak of the devil.
Liang Hu couldn't sit still, got up himself and jogged all the way behind the recorder, his eyes staring at the walkie-talkie he was holding in his hand.
On the shooting ground line, two veins appeared on Zhang Jian s hand that clutched the gun belt.
His heart was pounding, and the blood felt like it was flowing much faster through his veins.
"Target number 2, 38 rings ..."
The voice of the target reporter came over the intercom.
"38 rings ..."
Liang Hu's face seemed to be stuck on a piece of cold ice, all cold, not only face, heart also cold down.
However, at this time there is still a last glimmer of hope.
That is Wen Lei that second platoon there is still a Zhuang Haoran.
Zhuang Haoran still has a chance.
A sigh erupted from the ranks of the first platoon, and all the soldiers changed from anticipation to disappointment.
Fatty Wei grabbed the grass in front of him, viciously ripped off a couple of them, and threw them out fiercely towards the distance, cursing under his breath, "F*ck! Just short of 3 rings!"
Liang Hu turned around and shook his head, walking towards where he was sitting.
"Target number 3 ..."
"42 rings ..."
The team that was clamoring suddenly quieted down.
The recorder, pen in hand, asked once more, "How many rings?"
"Target #3, 42 rings!"
The recorder cocked his head incredulously and tsked twice, then looked back at the group of company commanders and platoon leaders standing around him and said, "It's target No. 3, this one doesn't count for ranking."
But he still recorded the score on the sheet.
Finally, there was the score of Zhuang Haoran of the second platoon.
"Target number 4, 40 rings ..."
"Wow!"
"Li Zheng is first!?"
"The one who actually doesn't count his score first ..."
"His last shot was a burst, does it count!"
"Ask the squad leader if it counts!"
The recruit team was completely lively.
Fatty Wei let out a loud laugh, laughing at the end of his own directly lying on the ground, limbs constantly waving, like a person turned over the body belly to the sky constantly struggling turtle.
"This time it's hilarious! People who don't count their grades playing first! Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
This time, neither Wu Yi nor Hou Jun came up to berate him to shut up.
Because at this moment, Hou Jun and Wu Yi also covered their mouths and laughed crookedly there.
Liang Hu turned around and returned, a hand picked up the recorder in the hands of that table, read it twice, to determine the results of Li Zheng, the corner of the mouth showed a hint of a smile, the form back to the recorder, humming a little song back to the side of the vice division commander Zhang.
Regardless of how Zhuang Haoran's score would be later, there was at least one thing, purely in terms of strength, the Fourth Company had actually won.
There was no doubt about this mother nature.
Although Li Zheng could not participate in the ranking evaluation, the strength was right there, 42 rings.
"Hehehe ..."
He was incomparably cozy in his heart and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Congratulations old Chen."
The first battalion commander's surname was Chen, and Liang Hu called him Old Chen.
Before, he had been calling people 1st Battalion Commander, but now he suddenly became a lot more enthusiastic.
"Your soldiers took first place in the shooting subject this year."
After saying that, as if it was not too much, he added two more sentences, "Congratulations! You're really great! Good teaching!"
The third battalion commander covered his mouth and suffered internal injuries.
This was not congratulating the first battalion commander?
This is to criticize him!
It sounds like a compliment to others, like a compliment to himself!
The first battalion commander had a constipated look on his face.
In fact, his soldiers are number one.
But the fact is that the most powerful ones are not his own soldiers.
It's like face and face.
I have a face, but the inside is gone, the inside is in the hands of the second battalion.
Zhang Wenqing said to the orderly next to him, "Go, call Li Zheng over."
"Yes!"
The orderly saluted and turned around to call someone.
Zhang Wenqing turned to Zhuang Yan and asked, "It's still Chief of Staff Zhuang who is great."
Zhuang Yan laughed, "No matter what, even more powerful, they are still soldiers of your E Division."
Zhang Wenqing let out a long sigh, "How much longer can it be?"
Zhuang Yan knew that he was talking about the reorganization, and this was not picked up any further.
Soon, Li Zheng jogged over to report for duty.
"Good day, Chief!"
He stood straight and saluted, waiting for the chief to speak.