Special Forces: Fusion of Deadshot Talent at the Start

Chapter 25 all missed the target! Is this the King of Soldiers?

 “Fire! Twenty seconds have passed, what are you waiting for?”.

The high school team, holding binoculars and locking the target, roared with rage.

 But the students in the first row were racing against time to figure out their stuff.

In just twenty seconds, they couldn't fix this guy's affairs at all.

Finally, at twenty-five seconds, a recruit took the risk and managed to get the guy straightened out, and then opened fire at the human-shaped target.

 But the sight was tightly covered and it was impossible to aim accurately. He could only rely on his naked eyes to estimate the target, and coupled with his intuition, he pulled the trigger in rapid succession.

 There are only about ten seconds left to shoot thirty rounds of bullets, which means two bullets must be fired in one second.

With such a crazy rate of fire, the thing in your hand must be shaking violently, the bullets will fly around, and it will be difficult to hit the bullseye!

 Bang bang bang…

In an instant, there was loud gunfire all around, and the other students hurriedly put the pieces together and opened fire.

 Click!

 Click!

 …

Sadly, there were several students who gave birth to a few shots, and the bullets were stuck.

Others were not much better. They had no aiming tools and had no idea where the bullets were going.

They can only rely on their feelings, pull the trigger as hard as they can, and pray that the blind cat will encounter a dead mouse and get a few hits.

According to the current situation, it is absolutely impossible to hit at least twenty bullets out of thirty bullets!

 Click!

Gray Wolf stared at the timer closely. As soon as the 40th second passed, he immediately shouted: "Time's up, cease fire! Put down your business and stand up!"

 Bang bang…

I don’t know whether he didn’t hear the order or insisted on continuing to fire. The recruit at target position 5 fired two more shots after the gray wolf called to stop.

 “Two points deducted!”

The high school team gave the order with ashen faces.

When everyone was standing still, the voice of the target reporter from the shooting range entered their ears through the intercom.

“Report! One shot was hit at target position No. 1. Two shots were hit at target position No. 2. One shot was missed at target position No. 3. Target position No. 4…”

 When they heard this result, everyone was dumbfounded.

 Thirty rounds of bullets per person, basically one or two hits.

　　Unexpectedly, no one had more than three hits!

 “Target position No. 15, hit one shot, over!”

 At this time, the high school team’s face was already clouded.

"A total of only twenty-eight bullets hit the fifteen target positions! I have never seen such bad results at this shooting range. This is the first time I've ever seen such a bad result! It's such a disgrace to you self-proclaimed military kings! Five points deducted from all of you! "

 The high school team lectured harshly.

"Report!"

At this time, a new soldier held his breath and shouted loudly.

 “No. 18, you say!”

 The high school team responded.

Recruit No. 18 turned to face the high school team and said loudly: "I'm telling the instructor, it's not all our fault for such bad results. Everything has been torn apart, and we just pieced it together. How can we take aim?" ? Besides, the scope is covered, how can we aim? "

"Always talking about objective factors, two points deducted!" The high school team first said something to the gray wolf, and then yelled at the No. 18 recruit: "You can't shoot without a scope? Assume this is a battlefield. , You're just fooling around, you can't aim right, why don't you stop fighting? "

Recruit No. 18 glared at the high school team with dissatisfaction and had to turn around silently.

 “Report! I want to quit!”

Suddenly, an angry voice came.

A recruit with the number 22 on his chest turned to face the high school team, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger, and he shouted loudly.

 Everyone was shocked.

  I didn’t expect that I would be so decisive on the 22nd and choose to quit at this time.

It has not been easy for them to survive all the way until now. No one would be happy to quit at this time.

Zhang Chuan recognized this guy. He was a platoon leader of a reconnaissance company of a night combat unit. He was pretty good. If he could persevere, he might become a member of the special forces!

 The high school team looked at him expressionlessly, "Of course! Everyone has the right to give up. As long as you put your helmet on the flag-raising platform, you can leave at any time!"

 “Report! This is not giving up, this is quitting!”

No. 22 angrily shouted: "Under these conditions, no one can achieve your so-called ideal results! You are humiliating us and torturing us in different ways! Just to satisfy your perverted vanity, twisted Vanity!"

"Unless you find someone to complete this shooting mission according to your requirements, I will admit defeat! Otherwise, I will quit now! Moreover, I will complain to the military headquarters to express my disdain for the bad style of your Langya Special Forces Brigade !”

The high school team stared at him with burning eyes, strode up to him, and the two stood face to face, less than half a meter apart.

 Everyone around them could feel the anger in their eyes, as if they were going to do it in the next second.

The high school team said in a deep voice: "I'll give you one more chance to take back what you just said. You can continue training. Otherwise, I'll find a guy. If he can complete this shooting mission according to your standards, you'll get out!"

 “Never take it back!”

No. 22 shouted resolutely: "I want to challenge you! If you can use the guy I just had and achieve a passing result according to your standards, I will give in immediately!"

 “Tear that thing down of yours.”

 The high school team ordered coldly.

Without saying a word, No. 22 walked straight to his target position and tore the guy in his hand into pieces.

 “Gray Wolf, change the magazine!”

 The high school team has spoken.

"clear!"

 Gray Wolf loaded a new fully loaded magazine, "Ready!"

 The high school team looked at No. 22 and said firmly: "I have been in the army longer than you and have been trained in the special forces for longer. I will not take advantage of you!"

 After saying that, the high school team asked Gray Wolf to hand over a strip of black cloth and blindfold them.

 “Are you going to assemble a guy blindfolded?”

Everyone was shocked speechless by the scene in front of them.

  Gray Wolf gave the order and started. The entire audience focused their attention and saw the high school team reaching out their hands without hesitation and heading straight for the pile of scattered gun parts.

 “Crack, click, click!” A clear sound of metal collision sounded.

Although his eyes were covered tightly with black cloth, the high school team's hands were like precision instruments equipped with navigation systems. Whether it was finding parts or inserting them into the corresponding position, his movements were astonishingly precise.

What is even more jaw-dropping is that he can hold two or three parts at the same time with one hand, operate them simultaneously, and insert them into the gun body one by one accurately, as if there is an invisible magnetic force between his fingers, firmly adsorbing each part in place.

How can such a situation and scene be so "miraculous"!

 The recruits' eyes almost popped out of their heads, their faces were filled with astonishment and they couldn't believe their eyes.

In just 5 seconds, the high school team had assembled a complete firearm and finally pulled the bolt gracefully.

 (End of this chapter)