Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 180 What's wrong with the Private? Let the bullets speak.

He Chenguang was young and easily embarrassed, and he felt quite ashamed after being ridiculed. His face turned red instantly.

Just as Long Kaifeng was starting to feel the pressure and wanted to call He Chenguang back to the team, Chen Jiang spoke up.

"Commanders, there may be some exceptionally talented individuals among the privates. I was also a private when I won first place in the entire army group's shooting competition."

Chen Jiang's words were forceful and well-reasoned, leaving the other person speechless.

At this moment, Gao Cheng also cast the crucial vote for Chen Jiang, saying, "I think we can give this soldier a try. Since things are already like this, there's no harm in letting the new recruits give it a shot."

Gao Cheng held considerable influence in the 702nd Regiment, which is why he supported He Chenguang, and Liu Biwu could only nod in agreement.

"Fight hard! Let them see the might of our elite marksmen!" Chen Jiang patted He Chenguang on the shoulder and encouraged him in a low voice.

He Chenguang was very excited, for a man would die for one who understands him.

"Battalion Commander, just you wait and see!"

He Chenguang took a deep breath and gripped the Type 95 automatic rifle tightly in his hand.

His gaze became unusually focused, as if the whole world consisted only of him and the distant target.

The laughter and chatter around me gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.

He slowly raised the gun, his movements clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation. The butt of the gun rested firmly against his shoulder, and his breathing was even and deep.

At that moment, his mind was filled only with the marks left by his hard training, as if he had become one with the gun.

"Bang!" The first shot was fired cleanly and decisively, instantly piercing the bullseye in the distance.

"Ten rings!" Lin Xiao exclaimed excitedly as he looked through his binoculars, and the sidelines fell silent for a moment.

He Chenguang did not pause and fired two more shots in quick succession.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Ten rings! Ten rings!"

After the three shots were fired, the entire arena fell silent.

The officers who had initially looked at them with mockery now stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Long Kaifeng's lips curled up slightly, while Chen Jiang nodded in satisfaction.

Gao Cheng crossed his arms, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Liu Biwu coughed lightly, breaking the silence: "These are the real elites of our division."

He Chenguang was not disturbed in any way, and his rhythm remained steady.

The next few shots all hit their mark precisely, without missing a single one.

As the smoke cleared after the last shot, the target reporter's voice trembled slightly: "Total score: 98 rings, tied for first place."

A chorus of regrets immediately rose from the sidelines.

"What can we do? We'll have to have a tiebreaker." Wu Zhe said with a smile. He hadn't expected that Chen Jiang's company would have such a strong private. Are all privates this good these days?
"Alright, since you're guests, why don't you choose a shooting event?" Chen Jiang now trusted He Chenguang completely. This soldier definitely had a bit of himself in him back then; he was the kind of person who got better and better with each battle.

Wu Zhe squinted and carefully examined He Chenguang in the distance.

He suddenly grinned and said, "Then let's use an 800-meter moving target, five bullets, to be completed within thirty seconds."

This suggestion immediately caused a stir in the room.

Rapid fire against a moving target tests not only shooting accuracy, but also the shooter's reaction speed and mental fortitude.

Chen Jiang frowned slightly; this subject was indeed a bit beyond the curriculum for the new recruits.

"What? Don't dare to answer?" Wu Zhe smiled jokingly when he saw He Chenguang walking over.

He Chenguang's fingertips trembled slightly, but his eyes became even sharper.

He turned to Chen Jiang and suddenly asked, "Battalion Commander, 800 meters is too easy for a sniper rifle. Why not shoot at 1200 meters and plant the target on a moving tank!"

As soon as He Chenguang finished speaking, not only the people of the Seventh Company, but even Wu Zhe and his men were taken aback.
It's important to know that their usual sniping training limit is 800 meters, which is also the limit of the optimal firing distance for the Type 88 sniper rifle.

1200 meters is a shooting distance that is completely beyond the scope of the target. The most crucial point is that the target has to be placed on a moving tank. When the tank is moving, it moves up and down a lot. Let alone hitting the target, it is even difficult to hit it. Isn't this complete nonsense?

Now it was Wu Zhe's soldiers' turn to be speechless; none of them were confident about the outcome.

“That’s true, 1200 meters seems too far. He Chenguang, are you really sure you can do it?” Chen Jiang was actually saying this to the other person. He knew that if He Chenguang could say that, he could definitely do it.

Sure enough, He Chenguang smiled slightly after hearing this and confidently said, "Although the score may be a little lower, hitting the target shouldn't be a problem!"

Since the other party was speaking so arrogantly, Wu Zhe's chief of staff felt a little embarrassed. "Wu Zhe, have the candidates been selected? If they can do it, why can't you?"

Wu Zhe felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. If you're so good, then you do it!

You've never played this before, so you have no idea how difficult it is.

But Wu Zhe is no longer the same "normal person" he was when he entered the A-team for special training. Years of military service have long since smoothed out his rough edges; otherwise, he would never have been promoted.

"Yes, sir! We will definitely complete the mission!"

The firing range was quickly prepared.

In the distance, the diesel engines of the Type 96 main battle tank roared, kicking up huge plumes of smoke and dust.

How can you hit a green target that's sticking out of the tank's driver's compartment?

Everyone thought it was an impossible task.

The first sniper of the "Jiaochuan" special forces team was selected to go into battle. He took a long time to adjust before firing the first shot.

The result, however, was disappointing.
Missed the target!

Those watching through binoculars could see it very clearly.
He may have been affected to some extent, as his subsequent shooting became noticeably erratic, with four bullets fired in quick succession. The target operator finally reported that one bullet hit the bullseye, one hit the bullseye, and three missed the target.

"Under these shooting conditions, this result is already very good!" The chief of staff of the East China Sea Fleet said casually. After all, with two shots hitting the target, as long as He Chenguang misses four shots, they will still win this competition completely!
But once you get back, you absolutely must practice this project; it'll be troublesome if you run into a master.

Now all eyes are on He Chenguang.
He Chenguang took a deep breath and suddenly did something that surprised everyone—he unfastened his helmet and protective gear.

"What are you doing?" Gao Cheng asked in a low voice.

"Relax your body completely. If I were playing, I would do the same!" Chen Jiang praised.

Completely lightly armed, He Chenguang rested his Type 88 sniper rifle against his right shoulder, his toes firmly planted in the ground. This standard prone firing posture was the culmination of countless battles, offering the highest level of shooting stability. A blade of grass, picked from somewhere, dangled from his mouth as he subtly monitored its direction—a unique technique taught to him by his grandfather, allowing him to gauge wind speed more reliably than simply scattering dirt.

Of course, it's also more difficult to master.

His breathing gradually became long and even, and he seemed to become one with the earth.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he locked onto the green target, which was faintly visible in the smoke and dust, through the scope.

"Wind speed 5 meters per second, southeast wind." He Chenguang silently recited the parameters in his mind, his finger lightly resting on the trigger.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Everyone looked over, but the distance of 1200 meters was too far, so only those equipped with binoculars could see it.

"Amazing! A 6-ring shot! First shot hit!" Chief of Staff Lin Xiao shouted excitedly.

I hit a 6 on the first shot. If I can get a 7 on the next shot, I'll be tied with the other player. This is a moving tank target at 1200 meters. It's extremely difficult. To hit the target without missing is to be a master!
The marines of the East China Sea Fleet looked solemn, especially the sniper who had just finished shooting, who looked incredulous. Was that really a private?
He Chenguang was not satisfied with his shot just now, because the sniper rifle had not been calibrated and there was still some deviation, but the deviation was not much, which was enough to show the excellence of this domestic sniper rifle.

This time, he made timely adjustments based on the previous bias, adjusting his breathing rhythm.

"Snapped!"

"Excellent!" Lin Xiao had already seen the shooting through his binoculars. "Eight rings!"

"impossible!"

The opposing sniper took a pair of binoculars from the side, opened his eyes wide, and looked at it. When he saw that it was indeed an 8-ring, he instantly felt that all his years of sniping training had been for nothing.

"Is it because your tanks are moving too slowly?" their chief of staff asked, frowning. He could hardly believe that his elite soldiers were inferior to an army private.
If word gets out, will they still be able to maintain their reputation?
Only Wu Zhe knew that He Chenguang might have something real, because he saw the shadow of Chen Jiang back then in this private. They were both privates, and both were so gifted.

I am so envious and jealous!

"Tankers, speed up! Get to 60 mph!" Liu Biwu was a little smug at this point. Anyway, his soldiers had already won. Even though the last three bullets missed the target, they still managed to surpass the opponent with a 6-ring and an 8-ring.

That would be better than simply increasing the difficulty.
If you still manage to hit the target, it means your side won honorably, sweeping away the gloom from before.

Even if you don't win, winning by one point still gives the other side enough face.

He Chenguang had already aimed at the target and was ready to fire when, unexpectedly, the tank commander received an order from Liu Biwu to suddenly accelerate, causing the target to shake violently.

"Snapped!"

He Chenguang's shot was a bit outrageous.
Sure enough, Lin Xiao shook his head. "Missing the target."

"Yeah, when the car's speed is high, it's impossible to hit it." The naval sniper finally found a plausible explanation, and a sigh of regret rippled through the crowd of onlookers.

Chen Jiang was a little annoyed. "When you were shooting just now, you were shooting at a constant speed of about 30 yards. How can that be the same?"

He walked up behind He Chenguang and loudly reminded him, "He Chenguang, I didn't ask you to thread rice grains to train you to embroider. You need to think about why you can thread rice grains through the middle but not in other places."

He Chenguang didn't understand at first what the battalion commander meant.
But he was extremely perceptive, and after a little thought, he actually came up with something. His sniping skills were already very high, and after Chen Jiang's guidance, he was instantly enlightened.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.
Yes, getting the rice right in the middle is about controlling the heat, just like shooting; you have to grasp the basic principles of things.

He patiently observed the vehicle's trajectory, and after careful observation, he finally discovered an opportunity.
That is because the training ground is limited, and tanks cannot run in one direction indefinitely. When they reach the edge of the firing range, they must slow down and turn around. At this moment, the vehicle speed is the lowest, which is also an excellent opportunity to fire.

Finally, he waited for this moment—the instant the target's trajectory almost came to a standstill, his finger steadily pulled the trigger.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed across the firing range.

"Holy crap! Bullseye?" Lin Xiao exclaimed in disbelief.

Gao Cheng and the others saw it too. "Really? A ten-ring ring?"

"Ten rings!" The target reporter's excited voice came through the walkie-talkie, and the scene immediately erupted in an uproar.

Wu Zhe's face turned ugly.

His chief of staff stared wide-eyed, looking into the distance in disbelief.

Without pausing, He Chenguang fired another bullet steadily.

"Snapped!"

"Still ten rings! Total score: 34 rings!"

The target reporter's voice came through the loudspeaker, and the scene instantly erupted in cheers.

Long Kaifeng patted Chen Jiang on the shoulder excitedly: "Good lad, your battalion actually has such a king of soldiers! You've really made me proud."

Chen Jiang wore a relieved smile, while Jiang Fahui's hands trembled with excitement.

When the target paper was delivered to them, the officers and soldiers of the East China Sea Fleet finally admitted defeat. Although the total score was 2:1, everyone could see that the one who won in the end was the real champion.

Moreover, mobile shooting has always been a strength of the "Jiaochuan" special forces team.

This is truly impressive, not just ordinary impressive. The special forces sniper was very impressed and stepped forward to shake hands and congratulate him.

He Chenguang, as usual, offered a few words of modesty, and then noticed that his division commander, Liu Biwu, had already walked up to him.

"Reporting to the commander, Private He Chenguang has finished firing!" He straightened his back and saluted Liu Biwu in a loud voice.

Liu Biwu's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter: "Good! Good! Good! These are the promising talents for our army!"

He turned to Long Kaifeng and said, "Your regiment should train these elite soldiers well!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The officers of the 702nd Regiment nodded in agreement.

"A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command, Commander Liu. Your division is indeed the main mechanized infantry division of the army. It is truly full of hidden talents. We have had a great time learning and exchanging ideas with you." The other party was also convinced, so he took the initiative to show goodwill.

"Not at all, we just won by luck in a shooting contest. You guys are the sea dragons, your strength lies at sea. If our soldiers went to sea, we'd probably be crushed to pieces by you. Haha." Liu Biwu's words were meant to give the other party a way out, but they made the other party's expression change.

So you're saying they're only strong at sea? And they're useless on land?

The subtext seems to imply something like that.

(End of this chapter)