Chapter 356 The Target Papers Are as Good as New

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Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, who came to the shooting range for the first time, were very excited. They also found their partners after seeing each other in the right eye. At this time, they were running around happily.

One moment he went to someone's vegetable shed and pointed fingers, the next moment he went to a cannon stand parked on the roadside to comment.

It looks like I came here for a camping trip.

After everyone finished the unified gun inspection, Yang Chang and Zhao Mingfeng of the Second Squadron began to follow the tradition of previous years and stood on the side to brag to the police from other squadrons about their deeds in the army.

Today was gun practice, so their bragging came down to hits.

"I'm not bragging. I used to shoot in the army. This kind of fifty-meter shooting can hit the target with your eyes closed. If you don't believe me, just ask Mingfeng!" Yang Chang, nicknamed "Da Company Commander", pointed at The target equipment placed not far away said cheerfully.

Zhao Mingfeng, who is also retired from the Army, nodded and said sternly: "If we, the chief officers, don't have any hard skills, we can't suppress the soldiers below. It sounds like they are soldiers, but in fact they are all thorns in the local area! Otherwise Why do you want to be a soldier?"

Zhao Mingfeng is the deputy squadron leader of the 2nd Squadron. He is also a company commander in the army. Because he is small and five years younger than Yang Chang, everyone gave him the nickname "Little Company Commander" in order to distinguish him. .

Zhao Mingfeng, the junior company commander, said this very poorly. He himself was a soldier, and these words were scolded by both him and Yang Chang.

Yang Chang glanced at him dissatisfied, and then boasted: "Just give me one more calibrated bullet later. No need to practice in advance, it will hit all the marks!"

The ballistic trajectory of each handgun is different. It does not mean that you can accurately shoot by aiming at three points and one line. Simply put, there will be errors.

But this error is predictable, because although the ballistics of each gun are different, they remain the same.

For example, if the aiming point of gun A is at the center, and the bullet impact point is at the upper left of the center, then the next time you aim, just move the aiming point to the lower right of the center.

This is called a calibrated bullet. This is also the reason why the SWAT team pays attention to equipping only one person with each gun.

Chen Shu, who had not fired the 92 for a long time, followed with great interest to watch Yang Chang's test firing.

After calibrating one shot, Yang Chang fired five shots in a row, with only three or four seconds between each bullet.

Regardless of the results for the time being, the shooting time alone made Chen Shu feel good and somewhat in line with reality.

Xu Mingliang took out his walkie-talkie and shouted: "Zhang Qing, aim at the target."

After the shooting ended, Zhang Qing, who acted as a temporary target reporter, got his head out of the aisle under the target after receiving instructions from the commander Xu Mingliang. He first looked back at the crowd and saw that no one had raised his gun, so he turned his head. Only then did I start counting on the target paper.

Chen Shu could tell that Yang Chang, who was content at this moment, was actually a little nervous in his bones. The way he glanced at Xu Mingliang's walkie-talkie on his waist from time to time betrayed his apparent calmness.

"Ring 45." Zhang Qing's voice came from the intercom.

When Yang Chang heard this: Hey, this performance is a bit extraordinary!

He immediately raised his proud head: "Ahem, shooting, this is our most basic skill as a soldier!"

Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, two graduates of the Provincial Police Academy, were quite accustomed to this result. They watched for a while and then ran to the side to practice with blank rifles.

Several other police officers in the brigade were not surprised. After all, they had been colleagues for many years and knew each other well.

After Yang Chang finished shooting, he waited for target reporter Zhang Qing to finish pasting the paper and get under the passage. Then it was the turn of other police officers to line up to test the gun.

In the next shooting, except Zhao Mingfeng who got 44 points, the others were all below 40 points.

Especially Zou Qing, when she fired, she saw the dirt bag behind the target puffing and smoking. When the target was finally counted, Zhang Qing stood in front of the target paper and touched it for a long time before hesitantly said: "16."

Chen Shu consoled him: "It's good. When I was in the police academy, I was invited by the university next door to be a military training instructor. Oh, those college students. After shooting for an afternoon, many of the target papers were as good as new.

Rather than putting a target paper there, it's better to put a sign there so that they have a direction to point their guns at. "

Zou Qing grimaced and wrinkled her straight little nose: "They are college students, but I am a special police officer."

Chen Shu couldn't help but reached out and touched the melon seeds on her little head: "Just practice more next time."

Finally it was Chen Shu’s turn.

Chen Shu, who hadn't touched a gun for a long time, felt his hand feel heavy while holding the Type 92. He first humbly fired five rounds, firing one to calibrate the other. It took a lot of time, but after five rounds, he had a general understanding of the gun in his hand.

During the actual assessment, he raised his hand to take aim, and fired steadily according to the gap of three to four seconds.

Five shots passed by at once, and everyone was a little excited while waiting for Zhang Qing to report the target. Because of Chen Chuan's previous bragging, everyone knew that Chen Shu was almost retained by their sniper squadron when he was transferred to the SWAT detachment eight years ago.

"Zizzizi"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"48, 48 rings! Chen Da's result is 48 rings!"

Perhaps he finally got rid of the shooting shadow of the soldiers, Zhang Qing's voice was a little excited.

Yang Chang muttered: "The wind is a bit strong today."

Zhao Mingfeng echoed: "Guns are not good either!"

His words slapped his face again. The SWAT team implements a gun that is aimed at one person, and no one else can touch or use it. Saying that the gun is bad is actually pointing at the person who uses the gun.

However, Chen Shu believed that Zhao Mingfeng did not think so much, and he really helped Yang Chang find a better excuse.

"Wow! Senior brother, you are so awesome!" Zou Qing came over like a little fangirl.

"This shooting is just like being a person, one must be steady, and two must be heavy"

Chen Chuan was also arrogant and pointed out Jiangshan on the side, and people who didn't know thought that he was the one who got the results.

After the precision shooting, it was the usual standing position to aim at the target with the gun, to adjust and relax everyone's breathing.

The subsequent training was rapid shooting.

That is, within a distance of 15 meters, five bullets were fired in the shortest time. At this time, the number of rings was not considered, and the main performance evaluation was the number of targets.

Everyone followed the previous order again, and Chen Shu's performance was still the best.

Xu Mingliang, Yang Chang and Zhao Mingfeng also hit the target with five shots, but none of them hit Chen Shuzhong, who was the last one.

When Zhang Qing, who was using the sticker, saw the five bullets concentrated around the heart of the half-body target paper, he suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest.

"Shh"

"Chen Da, you are really not a human being."