My son is obviously a dandy, so why did he become a tiger of the empire?

It was past four in the morning.

The sky was pitch black.

All around, thunderous snoring resounded through the world.

The air was filled with the thick smell of sweat and the pungent smell of stinky feet.

Luo Quan stood on the platform and raised his hand to check the time: "It's almost time, go blow the whistle!"

"Yes!" Several instructors ran over quickly and came to the tiger regiment team to whistle.

Hearing the whistle, Lin Hui and others quickly stood up and formed a team.

The other regiments nearby also heard the whistle, looked up, and continued to sleep sullenly.

Maintaining physical strength and nourishing the spirit is more important than anything else.

Since the fighting game ended, everyone adjusted their strategy again.

From now on, no matter what you say, you can no longer release water.

For the shooting assessment, they must do their best to give full play to their strengths and get the best results.

Otherwise, the gap between them and the tiger group will only widen, and it will be too late to catch up.

Seeing someone in the team looking up curiously, the battalion and company commanders immediately reprimanded them loudly.

"Sleep, sleep, what to watch!"

"I haven't seen the gun shooting, I'll wait for you to shoot it!"

"Sleep quickly and recharge your spirits. If you don't fight this well, look back and see how I deal with you!"

A group of people stuck out their tongues, quickly lowered their heads, and continued to sleep.

At this time, Lin Hui and the others had already lined up and walked towards the shooting range neatly.

It was pitch black on the shooting range, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Suddenly, searchlights came on.

Instantly lit up the shooting range.

However, the light distance is limited and only illuminates most of the venue.

The large area near the shooting platform was still completely shrouded in darkness.

If the light on both sides is even, or the difference between light and dark is not too big, it can be slightly easier to shoot.

But this kind of attacking light with darkness will increase the difficulty a lot.

Human eyeballs are very fragile. When you are in a dark environment and the opposite side is too bright, the pupils will be stimulated and contracted.

At this time, the eyes will become blurred, and double images may even appear.

In other words, it was originally only one target to aim at, but in this case, there may be several targets in front of you.

Moreover, the 200-meter shooting assessment still uses 81 bars, a total of [-] rounds of bullets, no optical sights, and can only be aimed mechanically with the naked eye.

In this case, it is even more difficult to hit the target.

During the day, when the naked eye is aiming at a target 200 meters away, it is always a small blurred point, let alone the situation where half is bright and half is dark.

That's why no one was willing to be the first to go up when the lottery was drawn.

Lin Hui's side has already started forming a team, and the first group of people walked out of the team and stood by the shooting platform.

The armorer began checking the guns and loading ammunition.

Luo Quan walked up to Lin Hui and said with a smile, "Now you know how difficult the first batch of target shooting was?"

"Next time, learn to be smarter, don't be the first bird in everything, it's a good thing to want to perform, but you also have to score, otherwise it will be self-defeating."

Lin Hui nodded modestly: "The leader's criticism is that I have never played in this situation before. The lighting environment is indeed a bit poor, which is not conducive to shooting. I will know in the future."

Luo Quan was very surprised.

Although I don't have much contact with Lin Hui.

But he could see that this kid had never had anything to do with modesty.

Arrogance and arrogance are simply his motto.

Now that his attitude is so humble and sincere, it seems that he is really aware of the seriousness of the problem and is really afraid.

He smiled slightly, and he is really a lesson for children: "It's good to know that you are afraid. You are just in command of the troops, and you have little experience. If you were replaced by the former commander Zhou, you would definitely not be so reckless."

"This time, take it as a lesson and try your best. There is nothing you can do if you don't play well."

"Yes!" Lin Hui saluted: "Thank you leader for your suggestion, we will try our best to fight."

"Okay, let's get started."

Luo Hong shouted into the distance.

The gunman loaded the magazine and handed the gun to the soldier: "Ready to shoot!"

In the next second, all soldiers immediately raised their guns and entered a state of readiness.

Luo Quan roared: "Prepare to shoot in prone position!"

A dozen or so people lay down on their knees in an instant, and the muzzles of their guns stretched out.

"Start shooting!"

bang bang bang...

All the gunshots rang out in an instant.

The bullets were fired one after another, with almost no pause in between.

The instructors around looked at each other, and suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.

In this environment, playing so fast, do you really think you are a sharpshooter?

I don't know whether to praise these guys for their self-confidence or conceit.

With this style of play, I'm afraid it would be difficult for all the bullets to land on the target, let alone achieve results.

Luo Quan smiled wryly and shook his head: "These guys really don't have much experience. Bayi bars are not toy guns. How could they hit them like this? I'm afraid they will fail the exam this time."

The gunfire ended quickly, and everyone stood up quickly.

After the bullets are separated, set them aside.

The instructor shouted: "Report the target!"

In Luo Quan's walkie-talkie, a breathless voice soon came: "Report! On the first target, all [-] rounds hit the tenth ring; on the second target, all twenty rounds hit the tenth ring; on the third target..."

His eyes widened as he listened.

He looked at the group of people who just shot in disbelief.

These guys actually hit the target with every bullet, and all twenty bullets hit the tenth ring!

How is this possible?

All the instructors around surrounded him in shock.

In this environment, under this line of sight, playing so fast, how can you still achieve such a result?

In their impression, apart from the reconnaissance troops and the elites from the sharpshooter training camp, it is impossible for ordinary troops to achieve such good results.

Good marksmanship is fed by bullets.

Ordinary troops just want to train sharpshooters, but they don't have the conditions. Even if they have the conditions, they can't train so many!

How much would it cost, and how many boxes of ammunition would it cost?

"Quick, quickly bring the target!"

Luo Quan roared, and the target caller quickly ran over with a few targets.

The moment they saw the target, everyone gasped with a hiss.

I saw a circular hole was punched out of the ten rings in the middle of each target.

From the side of the hole, you can clearly see the opposite side.

Luo Quan turned around inside with his fingers, his eyes were about to pop out.

What the hell!

One or two marksmanship is good, so many people are all sharpshooters?

Lin Hui looked at the target and sighed helplessly: "What the leader criticized just now is that we really can't fight well in this environment."

"This result is too much of a failure."

Luo Quan blew his beard and stared, and his tone was much higher: "Is this not a good call? Young man, don't be too arrogant, don't be too arrogant!"

Lin Hui didn't understand: "Leader, I'm not arrogant, what I said is true."

"Usually when we shoot targets, I ask them to shoot three bullets together as much as possible, or two bullets next to each other at worst. Look at them, the shooting is uneven, far from what I expected!"

"You can see that the circle is not standard. Some are goose eggs, some are eggs, and there is a hexagon, which looks crooked."

He held up a target and yelled at the group, "Who made this crooked hexagon, get out?"

Zhang Wei raised his hand weakly: "I, I hit it."

Lin Hui glared at him, and cursed: "What kind of things are you beating, the second child Wu next door to our house can beat you better than you if he has a cerebral thrombosis!"

"As for the game, I don't care at all, I haven't played well like usual! Go back and see how I can punish you, shame on you!"

"Yes!" Zhang Wei wanted to cry but had no tears. If Sha Sha hadn't squinted his eyes when shooting the gun, he wouldn't have been like this.

The scene was deathly silent, the instructors all opened their mouths wide and slammed their jaws on the ground.

Luo Quan looked at him dumbfoundedly, unable to speak.

Lin Hui rubbed his hands and said with a modest smile, "Leader, we made a mistake this time. If the light wasn't too dark, we would definitely be able to perform well."

"Next time I will definitely not be the first bird, and then I will definitely perform well."

Everyone's throat was sweet, and they vomited blood collectively.

Luo Quan wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.

Is this still called not performing well?

Can you leave some room for the other regiments?

It is already very difficult for all twenty bullets to hit the tenth ring, but you still need two or three bullets to approach infinitely, and you also need to hit a standard circle at the tenth ring.

No matter which one it is, it belongs to the extreme micromanipulation of the surgical level.

You must know that there is recoil when shooting a gun. Every time the hand shakes, the position of the next shot will change.

The fact that this group of guys can do this shows that their marksmanship, control of body muscles, and control of attention have reached a heinous level of perversion!

Looking at Lin Hui's harmless smile, Luo Quan's eyelids twitched wildly: In terms of pretense, you're the second, no one dares to be the first!