Chapter 152 One hundred bullets in two minutes? Are you hunting rabbits here?
At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Jun and the others had just completed the second combat casualty care course in the afternoon.
Hurry back to the Second Company.
Everyone first went to the dormitory water room to take a shower, then put on the camouflage clothes that had been washed and dried just at noon, and then ran to the cafeteria for dinner.
On a summer evening, it was just getting dark at nearly eight o'clock, when all the soldiers of the Ninth Company had finished their dinner and gathered at the gate of the company headquarters.
Night has fallen.
Ninth Company Commander Zhang Peng stood in front of the queue. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the night sky. There were almost no stars, and then he looked into the distance, which was pitch black.
A trace of worry flashed between his brows.
This is obviously not good weather for night shooting. Summer nights are usually brighter.
The weather may be a bit cloudy today, and the visual conditions are much worse than usual.
The subjects of the Warrior Cup during the day, no matter how fierce the competition, no matter how lively the fight, are only the second category subjects of the entire competition.
The next night shooting is the core subject of the Warrior Cup.
It is also the best evaluation standard used by the military region to measure the comprehensive performance of two companies in previous years.
After briefly observing the environment, Zhang Peng withdrew his gaze and calmed down.
He couldn't decide what the weather conditions were like, but he asked all the soldiers in the company to put on new camouflage uniforms, eat well, and compete in the best condition.
But he can make arrangements.
Looking at all the soldiers in the company, they have gathered and are standing in the queue full of energy and high morale.
Zhang Peng clapped his hands, put one hand on his hips and said loudly: "What, you should all know the rules of night shooting in the Warrior Cup competition, but there are new comrades here, so I will say a few more words."
"Wait to enter. If your code is not called, don't move. Stand in the waiting area and listen carefully."
"Night shooting is provided by the military region. Magazines are provided and shooting is done from prone position.”
"But remember one thing, when shooting, the referee is standing in front of you. He has not issued any instructions. Those who are shooting are not allowed to get up without permission."
"We are all veterans. This is your business. You should know it well."
"As for the results, they are not recorded according to the number of rounds, only the number of target bullets."
"There are two hundred bullets in four magazines. Ten rounds are tracer bullets, that is, one hundred rounds per person. Forty rounds on the target are considered qualified, and sixty rounds are considered excellent.”
“I don’t need to mention eighty rounds. I’ll give you a third-class performance.”
"Remember the rules of target shooting. The first bullet in each magazine is a tracer bullet, and then tracer bullets will appear every few bullets."
"When shooting, don't rush to empty the magazine. Shoot me slowly, it's not a shame, it would be a shame if your target paper is smooth after all four magazines are fired."
"Is everything clear?"
< br>"Clear!!!"
The soldiers of the Ninth Company responded loudly.
Chen Jun stood in the queue and responded. Obviously, most of the rules just mentioned were told to him by the company commander.
After all, he is the "new comrade" the company commander calls him.
One hundred rounds of bullets, forty of them hitting the target is considered a pass, which is equivalent to five rounds of bullets, and two of them hitting the target.
The passing requirements for the Warriors Cup competition are not high.
The passing rate of ordinary companies in night shooting can still be maintained at about 55%.
The Red Nine Company is slightly higher, with a usual pass rate of 78%.
Chen Jun thought about it briefly, looked up at the sky, and already knew it in his heart.
Other soldiers often fail to grasp the key points when faced with such a difficult and dangerous night shooting, but he has no such worries.
In the past, in Longya, the entry-level shooting assessment item included night shooting. There, they were not even given tracer bullets, and their eyes were completely black.
There are no special skills, it all relies on a large amount of bullets and instinctive combat experience.
Night shooting is not actually difficult, but the dark environment can easily cause anxiety to soldiers and make it difficult to concentrate.
Lie Na finally managed to get a feel for his aim, but was interrupted by the sound of gunfire next door. When he was not shooting, listening to the gunfire next door was simply deafening.
Coupled with the tight time schedule, results will generally be low.
What the company commander just said is right. When shooting, don't rush and shoot slowly. Take a rough aim first, lower the muzzle, observe carefully and then aim accurately.
The situation could be a lot better, if not better.
After the company commander finished his explanation, about ten minutes passed before bursts of whistles came from the direction of the competition field.
The night shooting subject has been informed of admission.
Hearing the commotion, Zhang Peng, who was waiting for news in front of the queue, waved his hand directly.
"Everyone is here, turn right."
"Class one, class two, class three, three columns running forward, others following behind."
"Pay attention to the details I just reminded you of. When you get to the shooting range, just treat it as if you were training in the company, and go over and give me a good shot."
"Do you understand everything?"
" Understand! ”
Maybe it’s because of the poor visual conditions and high risk of shooting at night.
When Chen Jun entered the competition venue again, referees were on duty at all entrances and exits.
The veterans from other surrounding companies who came to join in the fun were all kept out and not allowed to enter.
Even the company commander Zhang Peng and the instructor Li Chen were left outside.
Only the warriors from the Ninth Company and the Fourth Company will be entered.
Both companies, led by referees, went straight to the westernmost side of the competition ground.
There is a row of street lights turned on here, and the bright lights are particularly conspicuous in the dark night. Chen Jun guessed that this area should be the waiting area for night shooting.
The main reason is that the competition ground is too big, and it's dark at night, so it's hard to see where the shooting venue is.
This is the only place where there are more people.
Under the streetlight, Liao Bo, the person in charge of the Warriors Cup competition, was talking quietly with several referees.
When he saw the two companies participating in the competition, they came over to gather together.
Liao Bo strode up to the queue, raised the loudspeaker in his hand and shouted: "Comrades, what we are going to assess next is night shooting."
"I will tell you the rules. When a group of thirty people is called, your code name will be called. Come out and line up to prepare for entry."
"When shooting, use the referee's hand flag as a command. Lie down before shooting. , you can calibrate the gun yourself, and you are not allowed to put the gun away for no reason after starting to shoot."
"The shooting time of a group is twenty minutes, with a total of four magazines, even if the bullets are empty in advance. , you have to lie down on the ground and wait for the next instruction.”
“Understood!”
Roars erupted from the crowd, and the two companies seemed to be competing to see who had the loudest voice.
The originally silent competition ground became a little more lively because of their responses.
Faced with this situation, Liao Bo smiled and nodded, and continued: "Okay, it's useless to compete with your voice."
"The importance of night shooting results in the Warriors Cup, I believe that the comrades present are all aware of this.”
“Now I announce that the night shooting of the 2013 Warrior Cup competition has officially begun.”
"001."
"Arrived." As soon as the competition was announced, Chen Jun heard someone calling his code name in front of him.
He responded hurriedly, clenched his fist and ran out of the queue in large strides.
“Go to the left to gather.”
“Yes.”
"002."
"To."
"Go to the left to collect."
"Yes."
"003." "To." ”
"Gather on the left."
"Yes."
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A series of code names were arranged in order and read out continuously.
When Chen Jun came to gather on the left side, there was a referee holding a blue book clip in his hand and looked up at him.
Then he said: "No. 001, you are Chen Jun from the Ninth Company, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, wait in line next to us."< br>
Not only Chen Jun, but also the twenty-nine people who came behind also approved their code names and names.
Wait until everything is ready.
The referee next to him, still holding the book clip just now, shouted loudly: "Everyone is here, line up and prepare."
"Turn right, run, and enter later. Shoot the ground line, in order from right to left, 001, 002."
"Don't make a mistake in the order. If anything happens, report it to the referee in a timely manner."
Shouted loudly.
Chen Jun was at the head of the team. He was the first to enter the shooting range. The venue for the daytime competition was relatively far away from here. I didn't realize that there were rows of shooting ranges here.
The visual conditions are not as bad as expected. After leaving the street lights, I got used to the brightness at night.
Chen Jun stood at the first shooting position on the right, looking up into the distance. Anyway, while standing, he could faintly see the outline of the target in the distance.
When all the first thirty people on the field arrived, the referee who had just led the team raised the small flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "Everyone is here, lie down."
brush brush brush.
Thirty figures moved at the same time, lying in the shooting position.
There were two armorers standing on both sides of each shooting position, and Chen Jun did not pay attention to them.
After lying down, Chen Jun looked at the Type 95-1 automatic rifle in front of him and had to sigh, this military region was really thoughtful.
Not only is the gun ready, but there is also an iron tripod to support it. There are four magazines in the white box next to it, all of which are full of bullets.
If these things are prepared by the military region, the most pleasant thing may be to just leave directly after the shooting, without having to experience the pain of cleaning the gun in the middle of the night.
Chen Jun thought as he grabbed the rifle.
Load the magazine with a "click", pull down the bolt with your backhand, and tap the magazine out of habit.
Immediately afterwards, I adjusted some details at will according to my own usage habits. As for the calibration of the gun, I don’t need to be too demanding. I can’t see the target clearly, the sight hole can’t aim at the target, and the calibration of the gun is also blind. school.
About three minutes passed, and the referee in the back issued an instruction again.
"Everyone has it, hit the insurance to two, and shoot on your own."
"Bang!"
I don't know which soldier in the shooting position was so fierce and took the lead in firing the first shot.
The tracer bullet disappeared with a "whoosh" like a shooting star.
Obviously, the target was not hit.
Chen Jun was lying on the shooting position. He held his breath and stared at the target directly in front of him like an owl in the dark night.
"Bang bang bang"
There were people shooting continuously around, and several tracer bullets shot out, like meteors streaking across.
Chen Jun still didn't fire. He was looking at the side beside him. Occasionally, tracer bullets hit the target, and "sparks" popped out from several targets in succession.
He roughly knew the distance between the target position and the target position.
To understand this, he only needs to look at the position of the tracer bullet in target No. 2 to clearly estimate the range of his gun target.
Anyway, this is not a real battle. It takes 20 minutes to fire 100 rounds of ammunition, so there is no rush.
After estimating the position of your target.
Chen Jun then took a closer look at his gun target through the front sight and target hole.
Gradually, the outline of the shooting target became clearer and clearer, and Chen Jun himself could clearly feel that this was when he was in excellent condition.
Just start to pull the trigger and try to fire the first shot.
"Bang!"
The tracer bullet bounced up with "sparks" again.
Chen Jun has basically figured out the specific ring number position of the target.
Next, there is nothing to observe.
He just lay there for a long time without moving, which confused the two armorers next to him. The armorers on duty were actually the referees during the day.
They know this 001.
This 001 is on the competition field during the day, just like a tiger descending from the mountain. In the tiger roaring field, Keke grabs the first place.
They are really not used to being so calm at night.
The armorer on the far left was holding a small flag in his hand. He felt that he had waited for two or three minutes and heard nothing from Chen Jun.
Out of curiosity, I was about to lower my head to see what he was doing, when suddenly, there was a "bang".
Bullets were fired.
The armorer hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked at the gun target in the distance.
The tracer bullet fired was like a coal of fire, hitting the gun target and then rebounding, jumping several meters high. The armorer next to him was not surprised by this.
It would be strange to miss the target after aiming for so long.
But then he was no longer calm. If Chen Jun's first shot took three minutes to brew, then from the second to the thirtieth shot until he emptied the magazine, he used Less than thirty seconds.
It's almost one shot per second, without any intermission.
The sound of "bang bang bang" is endless.
What made the two ordnance officers even more confused was that after the first magazine was emptied of bullets, Chen Jun just unloaded the magazine with his side gun, and after replacing it with a new one, he barely took aim. Just like before, one shot per second.
Third magazine, fourth magazine, still the same.
If we say that Chen Jun’s No. 1 position was the last to start shooting, then there is nothing to say, it is indeed the case.
But the final result was that he put down the gun first and completed the shooting mission.
Other shooting positions are still repeating the process of target shooting, aiming, aiming, and target shooting "bang bang bang".
It’s over on Chen Jun’s side.
In the dark night, the two ordnancemen looked at Chen Jun who was still lying on the ground. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.
It’s not that they are not optimistic about Chen Jun on purpose, but it’s just that this shooting method cannot get good results at all.
One hundred rounds of bullets, counting from the moment the gun is fired, will be finished in less than two minutes. Even if you are hunting rabbits, you don’t have to panic.
The sight of shooting at night is poor, and the position of the target cannot be clearly seen. Coupled with the three-point and one-line machine sight, the accuracy of the sight gap is usually only one millimeter.
The actual ballistic deviation can be greater than twenty centimeters.
After shooting continuously for more than a minute, even if the recoil of the Type 95 rifle is negligible, the wrist cannot always stay in the same place without shaking at all.
The attending doctor's hand cannot be so steady.
What's more, I have to change the magazine later, and change my movements several times in the middle. If I didn't aim, I would have already missed my grandma's house.
You cannot fight like this during the day when the visual conditions are good.
Both referees were not very optimistic about Chen Jun's performance, mainly because he was too impatient.
The more you understand the meaning of a deviation of one millimeter and a stagger of twenty centimeters, the less you agree with Chen Jun's style of play.
But they completely forgot how many bullets were fired when they were shooting just now.
Tracer bullets fired from the barrel of the gun have "sparks" bouncing off.
This at least means that every few rounds, there is an opportunity to correct the trajectory, and Chen Jun is also watching.
How could he make such a basest mistake?
(End of this chapter)