I, who was obsessed with gnawing on the old, was exposed as soon as I took the assessment Lin Hui Zhao Yuanming Chapter 243 A Different Practice of Wine
Lei Ming shouted to everyone: "Did you hear that? I'm going to compete with you in marksmanship!"
"How overestimating your capabilities!"
"How dare you compete with us in shooting skills?"
Everyone finally found their confident smiles.
What special forces are best at is marksmanship. As for fighting, you have to stay back.
Not all special forces are masters of combat. After all, what they are best at is infiltration operations, harassment behind enemy lines, beheading, and destruction.
The fighting skills he learned were basically to defeat the enemy with one move and prevent the enemy from having a chance to counterattack.
But marksmanship is different. It is their foundation and their second life.
"If you dare to compete with us in marksmanship, you are seeking death!"
"I'll come, let me come!"
Everyone scrambled to be the first, staring at Lin Hui eagerly.
Lin Hui looked at the contemptuous smiles on their faces and felt proud in his heart: You can't win in any competition, I'm a systematic cheater!
Seeing everyone's high spirits, Lei Ming also had a smile on his face: "Let's go to the shooting range!"
Seeing the person approaching, Lin Hui stepped aside, bent down and waved, politely saying: "Please go first."
Lei Ming walked past him proudly with his hands behind his back. This time he had to show him some color and let him know the true strength of the special forces.
Lin Hui followed behind, and the others immediately surrounded him, aggressively, as if they were afraid that he would run away.
Soon, the group arrived at the shooting range.
Lin Hui was surprised to find that the shooting range here was different from other places.
It's bigger, more spacious, and the target distance seems to be farther.
Lei Ming said calmly: "Our shooting range is different from that of ordinary troops. Regular troops usually shoot at 100 meters or 200 meters. We start at 200 meters, 400 meters, and 500 meters. We can shoot at most 1,000 meters."
Two hundred targets.”
He looked at Lin Hui and asked, "How about it? Will you fight?"
Lin Hui chuckled: "If you can, I can."
Seeing his arrogant look, Lei Ming shouted directly: "Who wants to come?"
"I!"
A tall and thin captain with sharp eyes and a very capable captain walked out of the team.
Seeing him coming out, everyone immediately felt confident: "We will definitely win!"
A soldier next to him sneered: "We must win. Bu Kun is our Black Tiger's gunnery. His marksmanship ranks first in combat zone competitions every year! Even among the special forces in the country, he is still the best. This guy is not worthy of polishing his shoes!"
Bu Kun walked up to Lei Ming and saluted: "Captain, let me come!"
Lei Ming nodded and said to Lin Hui: "How about he be your opponent?"
Lin Hui looked him up and down: "Is he the strongest among you?"
Bu Kun almost vomited blood and shouted angrily: "I am the strongest!"
"You have such a loud voice, I believe you!"
Lin Hui chuckled: "Tell me, how do you compare?"
Bu Kun snorted coldly: "Are you going to use mechanical sights or optical sights? For mechanical sights, I can hit three hundred meters. My limit can be four hundred meters. For optical sights, I can shoot up to six hundred meters. I can hit one thousand.
two."
One thousand two hundred meters is already the visual limit.
Even with a high-power sight, an iron box 1,200 meters away is only as big as a sesame seed.
Not to mention a small bullseye.
"Can you fight?"
Lin Hui nodded: "I'll try."
Bu Kun sneered: "Okay, you can hit three hundred meters first and see! If you can't hit three hundred meters, then there's no need to compete with the rest!"
Lin Hui didn't push too hard and walked to the aiming platform.
Just lie down on the ground, load the bullet into the magazine, and then start taking aim.
It was the first time he hit a three-hundred-meter target, and he usually only hit a two-hundred-meter target in the Tiger Regiment.
"Ding, vision 1!"
"Ding, aim for 1!"
"Ding, accuracy 1!"
As the beeps continued to sound, Lin Hui's vision became clearer.
He was secretly happy. Sure enough, aiming a little longer would still be useful.
After half a minute, everyone became impatient when they saw that Lin Hui was still aiming.
"Hey, are you asleep?"
"Can we fight? If we can't fight, just admit defeat!"
Just then, gunfire suddenly rang out.
Bang bang bang...
Lin Hui put his finger on the trigger and fired continuously.
The bullets were fired in a row.
Everyone was shocked: "Is this guy crazy? He actually shoots short bursts from such a long distance?"
Lei Ming sneered secretly in his heart, is this kid really stupid or pretending to be stupid?
A short shot, firing out three or four bullets at a time, has a shockingly low hit rate.
After all, the gun has recoil. After each bullet is fired, the muzzle position must be adjusted slightly before the next round can be fired.
Of course, except for random shooting.
Only within two hundred meters, they dared to use short-point shooting occasionally, and the hit rate was still low.
Bu Kun watched from the side, rolling his eyes to the sky. He was basically convinced that this guy didn't know how to fight blindly!
Soon, Lin Hui finished shooting all thirty rounds of bullets and stood up: "I'm done, it's your turn."
Bu Kun scoffed disdainfully: "I don't think there is any need to compete at all. You will lose as soon as you shoot. Three hundred meters is shorter. What do you think? I guess there are no more than five bullet holes in your target."
Lin Hui was full of confidence: "How do you know if you haven't seen it yet? Are you afraid that I will win and don't dare to compete?"
Bu Kun was immediately angry, and just as he was about to speak, Lei Ming said: "Okay, let's get the target report over there!"
Soon, the target reporter's voice came over the intercom: "Report to the captain, thirty rounds of bullets, all ten rings!"
"What did you say?"
Lei Ming almost didn't hold the walkie-talkie firmly.
The other side continued: "All ten rings!"
Everyone in Bukun was dumbfounded: "How is that possible? I want to test the target!"
Soon, the target will be sent over there.
As expected, thirty rounds of bullets were all fired through the tenth ring, and the piece of paper in the middle was smashed.
Everyone's jaws hit the ground. Was this guy shooting a toy gun?
No recoil?
How can you achieve such good results with a short burst of fire?
Bu Kun was stunned: How can this compare? Even if he puts a gun to his head, he can't achieve this result?
Seeing everyone's shocked looks, Lin Hui waved his hands and said calmly: "The shooting was not bad. I didn't expect that the first time I shot a gun, I got such good results?"
Nonsense!
If he could achieve this result in his first shot, they would take his head off.
This guy must be pretending to be a pig and trying to eat the tiger.
Bu Kun, in particular, looked as ugly as if he had eaten daddy.
In order to reach his current level, he trained day and night, shot countless boxes of bullets, and his arm was shaken out of position by the butt of the gun countless times.
But now, he was actually tortured by Lin Hui?
Lin Hui said politely: "Captain, hitting three hundred is too unchallenging. Give me a thousand and two instead. I want to challenge my limit and see if I can hit it."
"You're the only one who wants to hit a thousand and two?"
"You can hit it, I'm a dog!"
"All sharpshooters are fed by bullets. You, a boy who has only been a soldier for a year, still want to shoot a thousand or two?"
No one believed it at all, not even Lei Ming believed that Lin Hui could do it.
Although all 10 loops in the 300 meters were amazing, they were amazed.
But at 1,200 meters, the difficulty level has increased.
At such a long distance, even if the muzzle of the gun is just half a millimeter off, the bullet will go very far.
Lin Hui looked harmless: "Why don't you let me try it? I haven't fought before and I don't have much confidence. Is it just for fun?"
After hearing this, everyone who had just mocked immediately stopped talking.
Some people have even begun to feel guilty.
Could this guy really be a master, just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
Lei Ming was also a bit stuck, but in the end he nodded in agreement: "Since you want to try it, then I'll give it to you!"
Lin Hui smiled and put on a sniper rifle, equipped with an optical sight.
He lay down on the shooting platform again and started taking aim.
"Ding, vision 1!"
"Ding, aim for 1!"
"..."
Listening to the beeps one after another, the smile on Lin Hui's face became more and more confident.
The longer you aim, the more accurate your shot will be.
To be on the safe side, take a closer look.
Soon, a minute passed. Lin Hui made no movement at all, which made Lei Ming a little impatient: "Are you going to fight or not?"
"Fight, fight now!"
Lin Hui sneered, and pulled the trigger with his finger.
Bang bang bang...
Still a short burst.
Everyone was completely speechless this time: He shot a short burst at 1,200 meters, this guy must be a big fool!