Chapter 43: The 2000-meter sniper limit!

(Thanks to Chief 'A. This Summer, If Empty.' for the 100-coin tip and urging for updates, salute!)

The 'bang bang' gunfire interrupted the chat between Lin Feng and Du Feifei.

Regarding this, the little girl was very dissatisfied in her heart, but had no way to do anything.

Shooting position,

after Lieutenant General Du emptied a magazine, he shook his head: "I'm old; I can't even hold the gun steady anymore!"

"Chief, you are still strong in your old age!"

Listening to He Ming's flattery, Lieutenant General Du still shook his head.

"Only fired one magazine, and my arm is already sore; time really doesn't forgive anyone!"

Fine, this couldn't be continued.

He Zhijun took the gun, checked the gun, and said: "Xiao Lin, come over and let us see your heaven-defying marksmanship with our own eyes."

"Right, right, I was wondering what was missing!"

While speaking, Lieutenant General Du looked at Lin Feng and Du Feifei on the side.

"You young people have secrets; we'll talk later."

"Now, you kid, come over and show us a couple of tricks."

At this moment, aside from Du Feifei being slightly shy,

Lin Feng didn't dare to hesitate at all and immediately ran to the shooting position.

"Report to the Chief, my marksmanship is terrible; there is no such thing as heaven-defying!"

"Heh, you kid are being humble now."

Lieutenant General Du slowly restrained his smile and became very serious:

"You kid, remember this for me,"

"a soldier must stand tall and upright, and even more so, seek truth from facts."

"One is one, two is two; stop with those flashy things from society, understand?"

"Report, I understand!"

Scratching his head, Lin Feng chuckled: "Chief, to be honest, I really wasn't being humble."

"Hmm, my rifle marksmanship is really terrible; I haven't even reached the level of a scout!"

Holy crap, what's the situation?

Lieutenant General Du asked: "In the exercise, you relied on one gun to hang and beat special forces; is that fake?"

"Report, that's true, but I relied on the Type 88 sniper rifle."

Seeing that Lieutenant General Du and the others were still suspicious, Lin Feng had to explain with a bitter smile.

"Chief, I just finished my recruit period and officially took office at the Night Tiger..."

As he explained, the big shots understood, but still had questions.

He Zhijun asked: "Xiao Lin, what about your sniper marksmanship?"

"Report, Brigade Commander He, I can only say it's talent!"

"Fine, then show your talent and let us see!"

Without a doubt, there was no problem with sniping.

Taking the Type 88 handed over by the sniper, while a sense of familiarity arose from his heart,

Lin Feng smiled confidently: "Please point out the targets, Chief."

At this second, Lieutenant General Du didn't yield: "Shoot in order from 800 meters; start."

No preparation was needed, and there was no need to calculate wind speed, air humidity, etc.

Lin Feng aimed and fired, and fired three shots 'bang bang bang'.

It was too fast, and it was like child's play, making Lieutenant General Du and the group of big shots frown!

"You kid, are you testing the gun?"

"Report, I've already finished shooting!"

Finished? Are you kidding me?

Holding a skeptical attitude, Lieutenant General Du said: "Bring me the binoculars, quickly."

"First Platoon Leader, what are you stunned for? Hurry up!"

Following Miao Lian's scolding, Chen Guotao woke up from a dream and quickly collected all the binoculars from the company and sent them over.

The next second, Lieutenant General Du and others looked through the binoculars respectively.

I saw that there was indeed a bullet hole on the targets at 800 meters, 1000 meters, and 1200 meters.

They saw it, but still couldn't believe it.

Lieutenant General Du said: "You kid, shoot again separately."

Fine, Lin Feng didn't say a word,

raised his gun and fired three shots 'bang bang bang' again, and completed it within two seconds.

Fast, still fast to the point of being unbelievable.

However, the extra bullet holes on the three targets explained everything and were absolutely convincing...

'Hoo', Lieutenant General Du exhaled a turbid breath and said: "I've seen it; I've really learned something today!"

Director He nodded: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing."

"Seeing it with my own eyes, it's truly shocking and fortunate."

"Xiao Lin is a soldier of the Heavenly Dynasty and an excellent officer of the Southeast War Zone."

"In one sentence: a soldier should be like Lin Feng; the country has hope for revival!"

emmm, this evaluation by Director He couldn't be higher.

However, at this moment, no one refuted it.

Don't you see: Lieutenant General Du agreed; just ask, who would dare?

At the same time, He Zhijun saw more and thought further!

As an old scout and the father of contemporary special forces,

He Zhijun fully understood that firing three shots in two seconds and guaranteeing a 100% hit rate beyond a thousand meters.

Just ask, what does this represent?

It represents that the enemy is already dead before they even aim!

It represents that Lin Feng can kill the enemy as long as he finds them, and can kill multiple targets at the same time...

Feeling terrified, or rather horrified, He Zhijun,

looked straight at Lin Feng and said: "Why didn't you continue shooting?"

"Could it be that your sniper limit is only 1200 meters?"

Facing the big shot's direct gaze, Lin Feng scratched his head.

"Report, Chief, my company only has targets up to 1200 meters."

That's right, the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company's furthest target is only 1200 meters.

Even at 1200 meters, it's just a display.

Because the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company's sniper's limit is 1000 meters!

At the right time, Lieutenant General Du said seriously: "Xiao Lin, tell the truth,"

"how far is your sniper limit?"

"Report, I can handle moving targets within 2000 meters!"

"...."

Speechless, the big shots were shocked again.

After a long, long time, He Zhijun asked:

"Xiao Lin, are you sure you can hit a moving target at 2000 meters with a Type 88 sniper rifle?"

"You must know, the effective range of the Type 88 is only 800 meters."

"Counting: hitting a target at 1200 meters is already very..."

Lin Feng interrupted: "Report, I am sure I can hit it; I'm not joking."

"Fine, then let us learn something more."

As he spoke, He Zhijun turned to look at Miao Lian: "Xiao Miao, order the targets to be set up; make them swing for me, understand?" ===== CHAPTER 45 =====