The wind's picking up.
After all, age is not forgiving, Li Haiou has reached middle age.
Usually deal with deal with other same level regiment cadres in E Division, he is not afraid, but face Zhuang Yan this level of elite officers, his heart straight drumming.
Steady ...
Steady ...
He constantly forced himself in his mind to try not to be distracted, and then slowly adjusted his breathing.
Back then, the bottom of the point of the year has not eaten up, these years, but also to maintain this training volume, although not the peak state, but the old capital is still there.
400 meters distance, already have to consider the problem of repairing the wind.
It is good that this is the main field of Li Haiou.
The weather, light, rain, and wind of this training ground all year round, he knows it well.
Having just spent so much time at the shooting range, today's weather was really good, cloudless, sunny, and the wind was only a breeze, almost no need to repair.
It is also regarded as God's face, if it is blowing a gale, the wind is more than the strength of the and wind, it can really kill him.
95-1 how to say is only an automatic rifle, even 88 sniper kind of precision rifle level firearms are not counted.
The bullets used are not special sniper bullets, hitting more than 300 meters has been a bit drifting, 400 meters to be very familiar with the ballistics of this gun to work.
Countless ballistic data flashed in Li Haiou's mind.
400 meters distance, 3 scales, ballistic high -37.7...
And so on!
Ballistic high!
He almost had to slap himself hard in the face.
He had almost made a fool of himself.
Before, he was only thinking about how to get on target, only thinking about aiming, only thinking about whether he could get it on or not, he almost forgot about the ballistic high, this thing needs to be adjusted to the scale.
He hastily adjusted the scale to the 4 position, at this time the ballistic height difference is zero, no need to fix the height.
Once again, he checked all the firing elements to make sure there was nothing wrong, and now it was time to aim and pull the trigger.
Although the weather was cloudless, Li Hai-O actually did not like this kind of weather.
The best weather for shooting is not when the sky is clear and the sun is shining, it is slightly cloudy, because too much bright sunlight will leave a false light on the target, a hundred meters of precision shooting is still relatively good to correct the problem of false light, 400 meters, the false light looks like even the target is covered, it is really a very annoying thing.
He wanted to take the lighter and light the collimator, the residual flame ash could reduce the degree of vignetting.
But he didn't want to do that.
It was an earthly method, to do it should be done before getting down, doing it now, with solemn stares behind him, humiliating!
Damn!
What's wrong with false light?
In the case of false light hit, that is the ability!
Li Hai-Ou stubborn with himself.
According to the saying, as a 40 years old captain, there is no need to be petty.
But back then, he never let go of the matter of the prairie.
Menghu Troupe's golden signboard was completely folded there.
He really can't let go.
No matter!
After the spotting hole and collimator were aligned with the target the size of a small grain of rice, Li Hai-Ou felt that he had found the feeling that he could shoot.
Lowering his breathing evenly and putting his heartbeat on the lowest frequency, nevertheless, asking for a static aiming state was impossible because the pulse beat also made the collimator wobble slightly.
The thing to do is to allow the aiming baseline to sway up and down slightly and regularly, and as you approach the aiming target, hold your breath a little and gently squeeze the trigger.
The face of the whole division was in those 10 rounds.
He is now to pull Zhuang Yan bet on luck, 10 rounds of bullets as long as they are on the target, hit a few circles above that is purely rely on Meng!
Li Haiou do not believe that Zhuang Yan is a fairy, can distance 400 meters under the condition to see the 8CM circle, that is not a person, is an alien.
Ping--
The first bullet was discharged.
Behind the dead silence.
Everyone's breathing seems to stop, are looking at Li Haiou.
Li Haiou, who was lying on the ground, was silent for a moment and pulled the trigger again.
Ping--
The second shot.
At this time, Shi Song couldn't help but say to Wang Xinjun, "Division Commander, you don't say, he, Li Haiou, who is usually bullish, still has some level."
Division Commander Wang Xinjun held a telescope in his hand that was sent over by someone else, and looked at the direction of the target for a while, then a layer of joy floated on his face.
"Not bad, two shots and two hits!"
Zhuang Yan did not say a word, quietly watching, his eyes did not leave the distant target.
Ping--
Ping--
The gunshots were very regular.
Almost every 5-8 seconds was a shot.
In fact, long-distance shooting as long as the first shot to find the feeling, the rest is constantly corrected and stabilized, do not monkey press the trigger, basically eight or nine can be on target.
Of course, this kind of automatic rifle shooting 400 meters away from the target of the extreme shooting is an exception, in addition to the state, but also need a little bit of luck.
Hou Jun stood next to his platoon with a 95-1 white light scope, holding it up to the target, his brows locked, and his eyes didn't move away.
When it came to the fifth shot, his frown instantly tightened.
He sighed softly.
Wu Yi sensed it and asked, "Old squad leader, what's wrong?"
Hou Jun was still watching intently, but muttered under his breath, "Running out of ammunition ..."
Wu Yi heard the news and was a little frustrated, but quickly reassured himself, "It's just one shot, this distance is almost to the limit of 95, it's already very impressive."
After 10 shots, Li Haiou felt as if he was deflated, his body was drenched in sweat.
He stood up and exhaled a long breath.
The rough score he knew.
7 centers.
Ran 3 rounds.
By all accounts this level still maintained the level of an exceptional shooter.
He was sort of happy with that, but of course he was more happy with 10 rounds on 10.
Only back then, even if he was in peak condition, he couldn't do it, and now that he's over forty, he can't force it, it's not scientific.
After checking the gun, turn off the safety, place the gun, then turn around and stride away from the firing line, back to the division commander Wang Xinjun in front.
"Division Commander, I have disgraced you."
The implication is that I ran out of bullets and didn't hit them all.
Wang Xinjun also roughly knew the situation, and said to him, "Li Haiou, it's already very good, if all the captains below our division have your level, I have absolutely no second thoughts."
Li Haiou heard the division commander's praise, joy crept onto his face, he turned to Zhuang Yan: "Chief of Staff Zhuang, it's your turn."
Zhuang Yan nodded and said, "Captain Li's sword has not aged."
After saying that, he walked towards the firing ground line without looking back.
Zhuang Yan made his appearance, and all eyes were on him.
E Division's recruits could not help it, although the squad leaders repeatedly emphasized the discipline of the team, but the recruits underneath were still bold enough to quietly discuss it.
Seeing this, the squad leaders simply ignore it, because they themselves can not hold back, have long been together in a piece to start guessing the final result.
Zhuang Yan and the headmaster, who won?
I don't know if it was because of the home field, even the heavens were helping Li Haiou.
Suddenly, a large thick cloud drifted from the sky, the shooting range which was still sunny was cloudy, this was a good thing, but the cloud brought with it the wind, although it was not big, it could also roll up the small withered grasses on the ground, mischievously throwing them into the sky, and then throwing them down to the ground.
"The wind is picking up!"
Liang Hu almost laughed out loud.
He tugged on Li Haiou.
"Chief! The wind is picking up!"