Chapter 489: Continuous full rings! Everyone in the arsenal was shocked! Four thousand words!

Author: Passer-by from the South China Sea

Chapter 489: Continuous full rings! Everyone in the arsenal was shocked! Four thousand words!

Bang bang bang...

Jiang Fan kept firing.

Although Jiang Fan's physical fitness is relatively good and his chassis is relatively stable.

But this wave of continuous shooting also made his shoulders shake slightly.

But even this shocked Zhou Hua.

Because the recoil of the rifle is relatively large, if it is in a prone position, the recoil will be much lower.

But if they were standing, the force of sitting would be several times stronger than if they were lying down. If it were them, if they were to shoot continuously like this, they would probably lose their grip on the gun and shoot it towards the sky, but Jiang Fan could still hit him

Very stable.

The slightly shaking shoulders did not affect the trajectory at all.

"Isn't this guy standing still shooting at the target 200 meters behind?"

Zhou Hua thought in wonder.

And the next second Jiang Fan verified his conjecture.

After Jiang Fan fired 10 bullets at the 100-meter target, he immediately slightly adjusted the muzzle, pointed directly at the 200-meter target, and fired rapidly again.

There was no pause at all. He turned the gun, aimed for less than half a second, and then shot immediately.

This aiming speed seemed simply appalling to Zhou Hua.

Although he has never been exposed to special forces, before joining the arsenal, he also served as a platoon leader and other positions in grassroots units.

He had seen hundreds of thousands of soldiers firing live ammunition, but he had never seen anyone as perverted as Jiang Fan.

At this time, even the target trench staff were stunned when they saw bullet holes constantly appearing on the target they had set, and at a relatively fast speed.

He is responsible for this target position alone, which means that after seeing the 100-meter target, he has to run to the 200-meter target to see it.

And before he even reached the 200-meter target, Jiang Fan had already finished shooting at the 200-meter target and was shooting at the 300-meter target.

At this time, the shooters in charge of inspecting the several target positions that were relatively close to Jiang Fan also noticed them.

"What are they doing? Are they testing the life of the gun? But it's not like this, right? It's so fast, so there's no need to score? Just shoot out the bullets? Isn't this a pure waste of bullets?"

"That seems to be Section Chief Zhou! But who is the Major who shot? How come I haven't seen him before?"

"Look at him shooting at 300 meters, and shooting at the target behind him standing up. The speed is so fast, how can the bullet hit the target? Do you really think you are a sharpshooter?"

When the testers saw Jiang Fan's actions, they frowned slightly and looked puzzled.

But they were only non-commissioned officers, so naturally they did not have the power to step forward and stop him, and Zhou Hua was still there.

If Zhou Hua doesn't stop him, then what qualifications do they have to step forward and ask to stop him?

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, was still shooting with selflessness and concentration,

Soon, he shot 10 bullets at the 300- and 400-meter targets.

When Zhou Hua thought he was going to hit the target at 500 meters and 600 meters, should he stop and take a good aim? After all, the trajectory distribution of bullets would be scattered after 400 meters.

If you still shoot like this, the bullet will probably drift to nowhere.

But what still shocked him was that Jiang Fan still didn't adjust his posture. Even the shooting speed and aiming time didn't change. He was still firing quickly one after another according to the rhythm just now.

The target trench personnel don't have enough time now to go to various points to look at them. They can only wait for Jiang Fan to finish shooting them all, and then take down the targets one by one and count them.

"This lunatic!" Zhou Hua shouted in his heart.

From 100 meters to 200 meters, and then to 500 meters to 600 meters, Jiang Fan's shooting time for almost every target remained in the range of 5 to 10 seconds.

And he also changed the magazine once during the process. The magazine capacity of the rifle is 30 rounds, and 6 target positions only require two magazines.

It takes about one minute to finish shooting these 6 targets, and the average time for one bullet is one second.

Judging from this speed, it is naturally not very fast.

But don't forget that Jiang Fan shoots from a standing position.

Moreover, the shooting range is still 100 meters to 600 meters. The effective range of the rifle is 400 meters. The ballistic distribution of bullets exceeding 400 meters will be unstable.

If on the contrary, the two distances of 100 meters and 200 meters are relatively fast, it is understandable.

But the distance from 300 meters to 600 meters behind was so long, and he aimed for such a short time, using a machine sight, which was very shocking.

"Hitting so fast, if the bullets at the next few targets don't miss the target, I'll live broadcast and eat shit!"

Whether it was Zhou Hua or the trench personnel, this was what they thought in their hearts.

Both of them even thought that Jiang Fan was wasting bullets.

And when Jiang Fan put down the gun, the barrel of the rifle was smoking and slightly red. It fired 60 bullets in one minute, and the barrel was not hot or red. It was really crazy.

"Target trench, target trench, the shooting is finished, please help me bring up the target paper, thank you."

Jiang Fan put down his gun, took the walkie-talkie and spoke directly to the target trench personnel.

"Received from the target trench! Chief, you are trying to tire me out!" The target trench officer couldn't help but complain.

When Jiang Pan turned his head to look at Zhou Hua, seeing his complicated expression, he couldn't help but ask: "Chief Zhou, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with my shooting?"

Zhou Hua squirted on the spot.

Is there anything wrong?

Brother, you should ask yourself this, right?

Don't you know what you just did?

60 rounds of bullets were fired within one minute, and the distance was still 100 meters to 600 meters. You ask me what is wrong with this? How should I answer you?

Should I call you arrogant or arrogant? Or should I call you awesome? Or should I call you a waste of our bullets?

But Zhou Hua still suppressed the shock and complaints in his heart, and asked Jiang Fan: "Comrade Jiang Fan, could you hit the target when you shot the bullet like that just now?"

"Even if it's a gun inspection, it shouldn't be done like this, right?"

"According to your style of play, a gun that just came out of the warehouse may not even have a lifespan of half a year before it is disabled by you."

Jiang Fan smiled lightly and said: "There is no way, this is how we practice gun training in our special forces. Isn't there a saying that says this? Sharpshooters are all fed bullets."

"My requirement is that my soldiers must shoot at least 500 rounds of ammunition every day to ensure that their shooting ability is stable enough or continuously improved."

Zhou Hua: "..."

He no longer knew what to say.

He had a hunch that according to what Jiang Fan said, they would have to provide Jiang Fan's special forces with a batch of new weapons and equipment every six months or even every three months. Otherwise, how would they be able to make enough!

While they were talking, the target trench personnel ran up panting and holding 6 pieces of target paper.

"How's it going? Did most of the bullets miss the target?"

Zhou Hua asked in the trench with everyone looking forward to it.

At this time, he could only hope that Jiang Fan would mop up all the bullets, and then he would have a reason to preach to Jiang Fan.

But the words of the target trench personnel gave him a thunderous blow on the spot.

The target trench personnel swallowed hard and after taking a breath, said: "No! All the bullets hit the target, and they all hit the ten-ring target!"

"What did you say?"

Zhou Hua's eyes suddenly widened: "You said there were 6 targets from 100 meters to 600 meters, and all 10 bullets on each target hit 10 rings?"

The target trench personnel also nodded in disbelief, "Yes, all 60 bullets have 10 rings, and 600 bullets have full rings!"

He said and handed over the 6 targets in his hand.

Jiang Fan was just about to reach out and take it to see the ballistic distribution.

But Zhou Hua took the lead.

Jiang Fan could only smile bitterly and let them take a look first.

At this time, several soldiers nearby who were responsible for testing guns also gathered around curiously, staring at the target paper above with Zhou Hua.

When they saw that each target had 10 bullet holes in the ten-ring circle, everyone was shocked beyond measure.

"They are all ten rings! Oh my God!"

"Standing shooting, at a distance of 100 meters to 600 meters, each bullet is fired less than one second apart, and it can actually hit ten rings. What kind of magical marksmanship is this?"

"Are you sure you didn't deliberately use other target paper to fool us?"

Zhou Hua grabbed the target trench personnel's arm and asked with a slightly trembling voice.

The target trencher looked aggrieved and said: "How is that possible? I still have some professional ethics. I can shoot as much as I want, and what good will it do me if I use other target paper and bring it over??"

"When I was checking the authenticity of these targets down there, I also wondered if I had picked them up by mistake."
To be continued...