, signed in to the base for three years, becoming the father of the world's special forces

For short-range firearms such as rifles, they mainly rely on the naked eye to judge. Without a scope, they can still accept it if they hit 300 to 400 meters.

After all, they have a 50% chance of hitting the target.

But Chen Ling opened his mouth and was 600 meters, almost twice the distance. This is just a joke, it is impossible to do it!

If it can really be done, why do you use a long-range firearm like a sniper rifle?

This guy must have done it on purpose!

"So arrogant! What is this? Is it intentional provocation or treating us all as idiots? Although we have never shot guns, we also have an understanding of guns!"

"What do you want to do this bastard? It's obvious that he has ulterior motives. He can't compare with 300 meters, so it's shameless to come up with such a way!"

The Goguryeo people who were staring at the live broadcast were angry.

The other party's tricks make them feel angry.

The key is the other party’s attitude, as if he is the master here!

Goguryeo is the host of this military exchange competition and the owner of this place. Now, it feels like the position is reversed!

Do you take the lead?!

Goguryeo sharpshooter Quan Douhuan snorted coldly, his face full of sneer.

Too sinister!

He must know that he could not beat himself, so he simply proposed shooting at 600 meters, relying entirely on luck, so that everyone's probability is the same.

Too despicable!

However, even though I knew that the other party was forced to do so, I could only agree to this situation.

Chun Doohuan nodded.

Soon, the staff in front immediately moved the target to a position of 600 meters and carried out on-site debugging, including reinstallation of high-definition cameras and other tasks.

At this time, Mr. Zhao couldn't sit still anymore, and suddenly stood up. He wanted to say a few words to Chen Ling and ask him how confident he was.

Cui Dexin looked at Mr. Zhao and smiled, saying, "Old Zhao, this is what you proposed by yourself. It seems that your sharpshooter is very sure. I am looking forward to his performance."

Old Zhao's face darkened and said, "I'll see it!"

Although he said so, he was a little nervous.

When Chen Ling was training in the 128th Regiment, it was said that he spent a month on the entire regiment to use bullets in one month. The soldiers who helped him press bullets were all over the place. It was just that the 600-meter rifle shooting was still a bit fantasy!

Mr. Zhao is a veteran. When he was young, he was also a sharpshooter and knew the difficulty of shooting.

Now, I can only hope that Chen Ling can create another miracle!

Soon, the 600-meter ammunition target was ready.

Chen Ling lay in the shooting position and set up his rifle again.

The 600-meter rifle shooting is indeed far away, but Chen Ling has ballistic shooting skills and can calculate the most suitable ballistic trajectory and shoot.

There is nothing impossible to create miracles!

However, he really needs to be a little low-key, otherwise, someone else would have written about aliens in his file!

It is so dazzling that it has become the focus of everyone's attention. As a soldier or a soldier who is ready to become a special forces soldier is not a good thing.

Therefore, Chen Ling planned to just overwhelm the other party, and there was no need to cause a sensation all over the world.

The moment Chen Ling was about to shoot, the whole audience was silent, and all eyes were focused on him, and as a result, everyone felt that Chen Ling was going to take some time to aim.

Bang!

The gunshot suddenly rang out, and the bullet whistled out, shooting directly at the chest ring target that could no longer be seen clearly!

The next moment, Cui Dexin shouted calmly: "Report the number!"

"7 rings!" the reporter shouted loudly.

At the same time, the high-definition camera also locked the target and found that a bullet hole appeared on the seventh ring position.

Cui Dexin frowned and whispered: "So good luck?"

This is a distance of 600 meters. Without a telescope in the naked eye, the target is blurred. It is already very good to not escape the target.

"It should be luck."

Bang!

The gunshots rang again.

“8 rings!”

Cui Dexin staggered and almost failed to stand firm.

7 rings are luck, but is it still luck to hit another 8 ring? This is unscientific!

"How is this... possible?"

Cui Dexin frowned. Such luck is too good, right? And the number of rings has increased!

The sharpshooter Chun Doo-hwan's sneer instantly dissipated, replaced by a serious look.

Is this a coincidence for two consecutive shots of 7 and 8 rings?

Logically, this kind of long-distance shooting either off-target or hits depends on luck. How could it happen so coincidentally that the 7 and 8 rings appeared?

The rifle does not have a sight, so this distance is basically confused and cannot be seen clearly!

If you change to shooting yourself, you may get the first shot, but the probability of the second shot is almost zero.

For the sharpshooter, luck is only once, and the second time is strength!

Does the other party really have this strength?

How could he know that Chen Ling's ballistic shooting technique reached the intermediate level, and the rifle was hit 600 meters, which was a little difficult, but not much. If he hadn't deliberately suppressed the shooting, Chen Ling could shoot 10 rings in the first shot!

Bang!

“7 rings!”

"Bang!"

"9 rings!"

Bang!

“10 rings!”

.........

The voice of the target report began to tremble, with a strange look in his eyes, and he felt like he was a ghost.

This is a 600-meter rifle shooting, the other party is not in his hand!

How could it be that the more you beat, the more you beat it, the more accurate it is?

Chen Ling was calm, as if he was practicing in the 128th Regiment, shooting one shot after another, and his grades steadily improved.

The scene was already in a silence like death. As Chen Ling continued to hit 10 rings, a desperate aura began to permeate.

Cui Dexin, Raymond, and the officers behind him seemed to be stupid. If they hadn't been here in person, they wouldn't believe that they would have seen the scene in front of them.

The 600-meter rifle fired 10 shots, but no one off the target. If it hits the back, it will be 10 rings!

I have seen a pervert, but I have never seen such a pervert!

Is this guy still a human? Or is this guy's eyes a pair of eagle eyes?

It's incredible!

Hum, Chen Ling put away his gun, stood up, and looked at Chun Doo-hwan.

"It's your time."

Chun Doohuan had no reaction, and his whole portrait turned into wood.

Because he can't do it, it's impossible!

He hasn't tried this distance, and he can't even see it clearly.

Originally, the other party made such a request, thinking that everyone was relying on luck. If the other party shot one or two shots, he could still compete with him for luck.

But this guy has made all 10 rings!

This guy stood like this, his strong self-esteem made his sad mood turn into two tears and slide down the corners of his eyes.

600 meters, not only did the guns on the target, but also shot 10 rings three times, which is so bullying!
Chapter completed!