Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Accurate shooting, this is the deepest impression that Old Jock has on Lin Fan, and it is also the deepest impression of Lin Fan by the whole group.

As a veteran, Old Jock has of course seen many shooting champions of the Astra Militarum. Some of them are elite veterans like Cadian who have slept with guns since childhood, and some like Krieg have gone through the cruel war in their hometown. Selected ruthless machines.

Of course there are those Lytlings who are naturally good at shooting and aiming, but they like petty theft too much. Old Jock will grab the things in his pockets when he sees those short people.

Letlings, yesyes!

But Lin Fan, Captain Soap's shooting skills are a bit too outrageous...

He can hold heavy bolter machine guns that no one can lift, those machine guns that require a tripod or are directly mounted on a vehicle turret to fire stably.

While firing fiercely at the enemy, he can ensure that all the bones and internal organs in his body are not shattered by the huge recoil. Otherwise, the rain of death bullets he shoots is also crushed into a perfect arc.

Old Jock admits that he has fought a lot of battles, and may have used weapons longer than some of the young guys in their 20s who have just joined the regiment, but he still has never seen anyone who can use explosives. A person who can press the machine gun so steadily.

Not to mention laser guns and other weapons. In the last legion's shooting competition, the Casare legion had a friendly competition with another legion from the Andy sector.

The people selected by Andy's Army are indeed very accurate in shooting. They can hit a dummy board 800 meters away without relying on eyepieces and relying only on experience and standard shooting holes.

Almost all of the bullet clips hit in the burst fire, and two even hit the dummy's eyes.

When the boy confidently challenged the captain, Lin Fan just silently picked up the standard laser gun issued for the competition, and then silently turned it to full automatic, barely making any aiming movements, and just raised the gun and fired.

The boy from Andy's Legion showed a disdainful smile. He clearly thought that this was a self-destructive act of Lin Fan's inferior skills.

He was ready to earn extra beer and stew for their legion.

But the news from the Mechanic Priest shocked everyone watching the game.

"Captain: Soap. Standard magazine fires 100 times. Effective hits 100 times. Part shot: Eyes - hits times, worth recording."

The priest silently stopped describing the results, and then began to record this memorable moment. He had never seen a meat bag that could maintain mechanical shooting accuracy.

"What?" The boy from Andy's Legion was dumbfounded. He insisted on going over to take a look. He saw that the left eye of the shooting dummy had been melted by the laser hotline that was continuously fired at the same point. The red The stream of iron really proves that Captain Soap's shot never missed.

Under fully automatic conditions and without aiming preparation, all shots hit the eyes of the dummy 800 meters away.

It is naturally self-evident who the winner of this game is. In the cheers of the soldiers in Casare, the people of Andy's Legion walked away with a grim face, because they not only lost the extra beer and stew, They also have to bear the punishment of their superiors.

After the game, Old Jock also secretly went to the shooting range and tried to aim at a distance of 800 meters.

To be honest, after turning off his biochemical prosthetic eye and not using the magnifying glass on the laser gun, Old Jock could only see a fuzzy black dot in front of the shooting hole. He couldn't even see the outline clearly. Not to mention the two eyes of the target.

It’s really amazing, Old Jock said with deep emotion, it’s true that there are people outside the world, and there is a God outside the world. I believe that Captain Soap will go further in the future, as long as he is lucky and doesn't get hit on the head by any artillery.

Now, Old Jock saw another shooting performance from Lin Fan, which was still the familiar fully automatic shooting and unprepared aiming.

It only took three seconds for Lin Fan to lean out of the bunker. The laser gun released at full power had already exhausted its energy. The overheated red color of the muzzle was eye-catching.

"Cahill! Throw me your laser gun!"

"Yes! Captain!"

A laser gun that had not been fired was thrown over. Lin Fan caught it and checked the magazine energy. There were about 70 shots left, so the muzzle should not be overheated.

After twisting the knob on the gun, Lin Fan stood up again and fired quickly, this time in only two seconds.

The single-player shooting time is five seconds, and more than 170 rapid fires are accurately released. If used in other regiments, this shooting method will definitely be criticized by their mechanical monks, who think it is irresponsible to the machine soul. Performance, after all, you shoot so fast and the enemy is so far away, you can't do any damage except making the machine soul unhappy.

But for the political commissar, they may like this method very much. After all, shooting is better than not shooting. Because on the battlefield, they hid with their heads in their hands, but the muzzle of the gun was still cold after the whole scene. They also shot a lot of cowards. For them, As long as you shoot enough and fast enough, the pile can kill the enemy.

This kind of thinking may coincide with the orcs, so the political commissar is the (Bang!) among the orcs.

The orcs' fierce shooting just now quickly fell silent under Lin Fan's shooting. Old Jock didn't even know what to say. He had only fired a few times with the grenade launcher in his hand, and the orcs just fired. All dead.

The troops followed Lin Fan forward, and Old Jock also saw how these orcs died.

There may be more than a hundred and fifty orcs, leaning against the metal pits of the deck and the defense line formed by the messy piles of junk.

Those orcs wearing heavy armor and holding big guns had no scars or burn marks from shooting. They were all shot directly into the eyes under the helmet by Lin Fan's full-power laser, and his brains were burned. He fell to the ground dead.

Almost all orcs die this way, which is really outrageous.

Old Jock even began to think that Captain Soap might have a bigger background. Such shooting accuracy and combat efficiency would definitely not be achieved by an unknown person, but he also knew that the more he knew, the faster he would die.

He shook his head and looked at the excited expressions of admiration for those Dormians who had not fought many battles and had little experience. Old Jock didn't care anymore. Anyway, the stronger the commander, the more people can survive, which is good. of.

It's better than myself, better than this lonely ghost like myself...