Special Forces: The Self-cultivation of a Cooking Soldier

The shooting training ground, where snipers and observers of red blood cells and fire phoenixes receive shooting training. The instructors are Zhuo Tianlin, Bai Ze, and Wang Yanbing.

As the chief instructor of the wolf fang, the ghost captain, Zhuo Tianlin has rarely gone down in person.

And this time, Zhuo Tianlin decided to come in person.

"Domestic CSRL4 fine!" Zhuo Tianlin ordered loudly with a communication headset on his head.

With the order, the red blood cell sniper He Chenguang, the observer and tactical sniper Chen Yue, the fire phoenix strategic sniper Ye Cunxin, and the tactical sniper Lin Xiaoxiao immediately ran out and took one of the four high-precision snipers placed on a long table, and then entered the firing position.

"No bullet can be used to hit the target I ask you to shoot at a distance of 600 meters to 1,200 meters. Each shot must not exceed 30 seconds, and if you overtime or miss, you will be punished, understand?"

"Understood, instructor!" the four of them replied loudly.

"Now, everyone is in the firing position, and one minute is ready!"

With the order, the four of them lay on the ground, quickly adjusting the parameters of the sniper rifle in their hands, and at the same time calculating factors such as air humidity and wind strength.

When the time was up, Zhuo Tianlin glanced at everyone, and shouted directly: "Eight hundred meters of human head target, start!"

As the word "start" was shouted, Zhuo Tianlin pressed the stopwatch in his hand, and Bai Ze, who was standing next to him, picked up the telescope and looked at the human head target eight hundred meters away. As for Zhuo Tianlin, he didn't use telescopes, and his eagle eyes were enough for him to see the targets set up at the shooting range.

Bang, the first to shoot was He Chenguang. As the gunshots rang out, the bullets whizzed and flew towards the human head target eight hundred meters away, and one shot hit the red heart.

Glancing at He Chenguang, Zhuo Tianlin skimmed the stopwatch, twelve seconds, barely qualified.

"Bang, bang"

Immediately after, Ye Cunxin and Lin Xiaoxiao fired, and the two shots also hit the human head target 800 meters away. In the past two weeks of training, with the blessing of the training aura, as well as Zhuo Tianlin's personal guidance, plus some effects of the recipe, the marksmanship of the two has indeed been greatly improved.

However, there is still room for improvement, at least a little faster.

Bang, Chen Yue fired, the bullet flew out with a whistling whistle, eight hundred meters away, the human head target hit, but it didn't hit the red heart.

"Stop!" Zhuo Tianlin shouted, and the four of them closed the exit cartridge case, pushed the new bullet into the load, and then turned off the safety.

"Target!"

"One target, ten rings"

"No. 2 target, nine rings"

"Three Targets, Ten Rings"

"Four Targets, Ten Rings"

"Hawkeye!" Zhuo Tianlin shouted loudly.

"Here!" replied Chen Yue's face flushed.

"One bullet, more than fifty yuan, if you shoot out, it is equivalent to more than fifty yuan and it will be gone, do you know, this is the food standard for ordinary soldiers for more than a day?"

"Report, know!" Chen Yue replied loudly.

"Knowing that's going to hit me, it's a shame to waste. After training, two hundred fell to the ground!"

"Yes!"

After announcing the punishment, Zhuo Tianlin glanced at Ye Cunxin and Lin Xiaoxiao expressionlessly. The two women saw dissatisfaction in Zhuo Tianlin's eyes, their hearts tightened, and then they sank, putting aside all their other thoughts, and their eyes were full of serious looks.

"1,000-meter half-body target!"

Bang, bang.

Three gunshots rang out, almost backwards, this time, Ye Cunxin took the lead, and Lin Xiaoxiao and He Chenguang followed. Bang, Chen Yue opened fire, hitting the half-body target, but also hit the fatal part.

"Hawkeye!"

"Here!"

"Drop the bullet, turn off the insurance, get up to the ground with four hundred, and roll to the side to do it. "

"Yes!"

Chen Yue quickly withdrew the cartridge case, turned off the rifle safe, stood up and came to the firing position, lay there, and began to do push-ups, while doing it, he reported the count loudly.

"The three of you, 1,200 meters target, thirty seconds!"

"Yes!"

The trio continued to aim, adjusting the close position according to the parameters. Chen Yue's voice next to him reported the number, and at Zhuo Tianlin's request, shouted very loudly, which was a big interference.

Ten seconds, no one fired.

Twenty seconds, He Chenguang's finger was on the trigger. Two seconds later, fire!

Bang, bullets whistle out, hitting the target.

Twenty-five seconds, Ye Cunxin shot. Twenty-eight seconds, Lin Xiaoxiao fired.

After looking at the three targets.

Ye Cunxin hit the heart of the half-body target 1,200 meters away with one shot, and He Chenguang hit the target, right in the chest. And Lin Xiaoxiao hit the abdomen position of the half-body target.

As far as the hit is concerned, Ye Cunxin won, of course, He Chenguang and Lin Xiaoxiao's shot, if they can hit the target, the enemy will also lose their combat effectiveness, and even be killed on the spot.

However, Zhuo Tianlin could not be satisfied with this.

"Ba Snake!"

"Here!"

Wang Yanbing stepped forward and replied loudly.

"With the Hawkeye's gun, 1,200 meters target, ten seconds!"

"Yes!"

Wang Yanbing ran over, quickly lay down, and opened the insurance.

"Let's go!"

Zhuo Tianlin ordered, Wang Yanbing then put his eyes close to the scope, and quickly adjusted his left hand, but in six seconds, bang, pulled the trigger.

"1,200 meters, shot in the left chest and heart!" Bai Ze, who was holding the glasses, immediately reported the location of the hit.

He Chenguang, Ye Cunxin, and Lin Xiaoxiao all gasped.

Wang Yanbing is still a ghost's tactical sniper, and he can aim and hit the target so quickly, which is ......

Not to mention Ye Cunxin, Lin Xiaoxiao, the most shocked was He Chenguang. In the past, Wang Yanbing's level, he understood, or knew very well.

And now, the other party's growth has far surpassed his own, and at this time, He Chenguang's mood is complicated.

"See?"

"Yes, I see!" the three shouted.

None of them are stupid, they all understand what Zhuo Tianlin means.

Their training is for actual combat, and in real combat, the enemy can't be there waiting for you to aim slowly. And as a sniper, to provide cover for your teammates, one more second can cost your teammates their lives.

Therefore, they must be faster and more accurate!

"Change the gun, M110 sniper rifle. With high-precision snipers, you are wasting army resources!" Zhuo Tianlin scolded expressionlessly.

"Report!" After the three of them emptied their guns and stood up, He Chenguang shouted loudly.

"Speak!"

"Report to the instructor, I want to use the Eight-Eight Sniper!"

Well, hearing He Chenguang's voice, Bai Ze and Ba Snake both turned their heads to look over. Wang Yanbing's lips opened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

As for Tian Jun, he stared at He Chenguang with a look of good show in his eyes.

He knows the temper of his own captain, and next, He Chenguang will definitely be cleaned up.

Sure enough, after Zhuo Tianlin listened to He Chenguang's words, he didn't speak, but walked in front of him step by step, and looked at him with calm eyes.

After half a ring, Zhuo Tianlin slowly asked, "What did you say?"

"Report, I want to use the Eight-Eight Sniper. He Chenguang repeated.

Bang, Wang Yanbing on the other side stretched out his hand to cover his face, looking like he didn't look at it. And the interest in Tian Jun's eyes became stronger and stronger: Boy, I'm afraid you don't know how powerful Mo Qilin is!

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