Author: Passer-by from the South China Sea

Jiang Fan said: "My body recovers relatively quickly, there is no problem."

"Although I practiced all morning, my hit rate at 650 meters only reached about 70%."

"I want to be able to hit the one-thousand-meter target before the exercise starts..."

"Wait! What did you say?"

Before Jiang Fan finished speaking, Ren Wanting interrupted loudly: "You said your hit rate at 650 meters has reached 70%?"

"It's only been less than three hours! Has the hit rate improved by another fifty?"

Jiang Fan nodded, "This progress is too slow. I must seize the time to train and improve. Otherwise, when the exercise starts, at my level, I will be killed by the enemy in minutes!"

When everyone heard this, they almost couldn't help but burst into laughter.

You made 50 progress in just over two hours, and you still feel that your progress is very slow.

Do you dare to be more humble?

Please be a human being!

For those of us, when training to shoot at this distance, it is difficult to improve by 10% in just a few days!

Well, you've reached this level in just over two hours, but it's still too slow?

Could you please die with your so-called "slowness"?

Zhao Ying suppressed the shock in her heart and asked in a low voice: "You just said, what do you want to achieve before practicing?"

Jiang Fan said: "Before the exercise, I have to hit the target at a distance of one thousand meters, and the hit rate cannot be less than 50%!"

At this moment, everyone was silenced by Jiang Fan's target. For a moment, everyone didn't know what to say.

Ren Wanting was silent for a moment and advised: "Jiang Fan, I know you are eager to become stronger, and I also know that your talent is really high."

"But the farther the distance, the more difficult it is to shoot! Especially when the effective range of a sniper rifle is 800 meters. After 800 meters, the distribution of ballistics fluctuates even more. If you want to go further, you have to go further.

It takes a lot of effort and time.”

"Take me for example. When I was a sophomore, I was able to hit the target of 800 meters. But no matter how hard I trained over the past two years, I only improved by another 50 meters!"

"I know your talent is better than mine, but it's not that we don't believe in you. It's simply impossible for you to hit the thousand-meter target within half a month."

Sun Yong also said: "If you say 800 meters, maybe we can have a little bit of hope!"

Jiang Fan spread his hands indifferently and said: "Just give it a try. Anyway, we still have time at the moment. My other subjects are also pretty good, so I don't need to spend any more time training."

"In the past half month, I can just train full-time on sniper shooting. But the premise is that I hope the club can provide me with a venue and enough bullets. Isn't it said that excellent snipers are fed by bullets? I'll try

Let’s try it.”

Everyone looked at each other.

Finally, the minister spoke, "The club does have this authority, allowing you to continue training here, and there is an unlimited supply of bullets."

"We're just afraid that your body won't be able to bear it."

Jiang Fan said: "Don't worry, I'm tired and I'll rest. I still have to keep my good health in the exercises."

The minister had no choice but to nod, "Okay, since you insist on practicing, I can't pour cold water on you to dampen your enthusiasm."

"There are people on duty at the target trench 24 hours a day, and they can change the target for you at any time."

"The remaining people will do other training first."

"yes!"

After everyone went back, Jiang Fan lay down again and continued his research.

Until late at night, after several urgings from the minister, Jiang Fan went back to rest.

When I was taking a shower, I found that my right arm and shoulder were red and swollen.

He fired more than a thousand rounds today. If his shoulder is not red and swollen, then he has seen a ghost.

Of course, the progress is also extremely obvious.

At the end of the day, his hit rate at 650 meters had reached 95%!

There is no need to train at this distance anymore. Tomorrow we can train at 700 meters.

Before going to bed, Jiang Fan exchanged points for muscle recovery potions.

If the redness and swelling on the shoulder are not eliminated, the pain will be so bad tomorrow that I will not be able to continue training.

Day by day passes.

At the club, the director didn't ask too much about Jiang Fan's situation because he was responsible for the training of others.

Jiang Fan is still immersed in shooting training.

The distance also went from 700 meters to 800 meters to 900 meters...

Finally, on the day before the exercise, the last bullet of the day was fired.

The target hit rate of one thousand meters finally reached 50%!

"Ding!"

At this time, the system sound sounded in time.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and being rewarded with infrared assisted shooting skills!"

When Jiang Fan heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your sister! Finally achieved it!"

"Jiang Fan!"

At this time, other people from the club also came over for the last shooting training.

"How's it going? We're going to the exercise site tomorrow. Have you accomplished your one-kilometer goal?"

Sun Yong asked jokingly.

Everyone also smiled.

Obviously, they didn't believe Jiang Fan could do it.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan said extremely seriously: "We've achieved it!"
Chapter completed!