Chapter 107: One Shouts, One Shouts

Accurate shooting, this is the deepest impression of Lin Fan that Old Jock has, and it is also the deepest impression of Lin Fan that the whole regiment has.

As a veteran, Old Jock has certainly seen many shooting champions of the Star Army. Some of them are elite veterans like Cadian who have slept with guns since childhood, and some are ruthless machines like Krieg who have been selected after the brutal hometown war.

Of course, there are also those Lightlings who are naturally good at shooting and aiming, but they like to steal too much. Old Jock will grab the things in his pocket when he sees those short people.

Lightlings, yesyes!

But Lin Fan, that is, Captain Soap's shooting level is really too outrageous.

He can hold a heavy bomb machine gun that no one can lift, that is, those machine guns that need a tripod or are directly mounted on the vehicle turret to shoot stably.

While shooting at the enemy, he could ensure that his bones and internal organs were not shattered by the huge recoil. Even so, the rain of death bullets he fired was also pressed into a perfect arc by him.

Old Jock believed that he had fought many battles, and he had used weapons for a longer time than some young guys in their 20s who had just joined the regiment, but he still had never seen anyone who could hold the bolt gun so steadily.

Not to mention laser guns and other weapons. In the last legion shooting competition, the Casare Legion and another legion from a region called Andy had a friendly competition.

The people selected by the Andy Legion were indeed very accurate in shooting. They could hit a dummy board 800 meters away without relying on eyepieces, only relying on experience and standard shooting holes.

A volley of bullets hit almost all of them in the burst shooting, and even two of them hit the dummy's eyes.

When the boy confidently challenged the captain, Lin Fan just quietly picked up the standard laser gun issued for the competition, and then quietly turned it to full automatic, almost without any aiming action, he raised the gun and shot.

The boy from Andy's army showed a disdainful smile, he obviously thought that this was an act of self-destruction by Lin Fan because he was not as skilled as others.

He was ready to win extra beer and stew for their army.

But the news from the mechanical priest shocked everyone watching the game.

"Captain: Soap. Standard magazine shooting 100 times. Effective hits 100 times. Part shooting: Eyes-hit 100 times, worth recording."

The priest silently stopped describing the results, and then began to record this memorable moment. He had never seen a meat bun maintain a mechanical shooting accuracy.

"What?" The boy from Andy's army was dumbfounded. He wanted to go over and take a look. He saw that the left eye of the dummy used for shooting had been melted by the laser heat line that was continuously shot at the same point. The red iron melt really proved that Captain Soap's shooting was not a miss.

In the case of full automatic and no aiming preparation, all the shots hit the dummy's eyes 800 meters away.

Who is the winner of this game is naturally self-evident. Under the cheers of the soldiers of Casare, the people of Andy's army walked away with a stern face, because they not only lost extra beer and stew, but also had to bear the punishment of their superiors.

After the game, Old Jock also sneaked to the shooting range and tried to aim at a distance of 800 meters.

To be honest, after closing his biochemical artificial eye and without the help of the magnifying glass on the laser gun, Old Jock could only see a blurry black dot in front of the shooting hole at best. He couldn't even see the outline clearly, let alone the two eyes of the target.

It's really amazing, Old Jock sighed deeply, there are always people who are better than you, and there are always better things. I believe that Captain Soap will go further in the future, as long as he is lucky and doesn't get hit on the head by some artillery.

And now, Old Jock saw another shooting performance by Lin Fan, still the familiar full-automatic shooting and unprepared aiming.

It only took Lin Fan three seconds to stick his head out of the bunker, and the laser gun released at full power had already used up its energy, and the red overheating of the muzzle was eye-catching.

"Cahill! Throw me your laser gun!"

"Yes! Captain!"

A laser gun that had not been fired was thrown over, Lin Fan caught it, checked the magazine energy, and there were about 70 rounds of shooting, so the muzzle should not overheat.

After twisting the knob on the gun body, Lin Fan stood up and shot quickly again, this time in just two seconds.

The single-player shooting time is five seconds at most, and more than 170 rapid shots are accurately released. If it is put in other regiments, this shooting method will definitely be criticized by their mechanical monks, who think it is irresponsible to the machine soul. After all, you shoot so fast and the enemy is so far away, and you can't do any killing except to make the machine soul unhappy.

But for the political commissars, they may like this method very much. After all, shooting is better than not shooting, because they have shot many cowards who hide their heads and keep their guns cold all the time. For them, as long as they shoot enough and fast enough, they can kill the enemy in piles.

This idea may be the same as that of the orcs, so the political commissar is the (Bang!) among the orcs.

The orcs' fierce shooting just now quickly fell silent under Lin Fan's shooting. Old Jock didn't even know what to say. He had only fired a few times with the grenade launcher in his hand, and the orcs just fired. All dead.

The troops followed Lin Fan forward, and Old Jock also saw how these orcs died.

There may be more than one hundred and fifty orcs, leaning against the metal pits of the deck and the defense line formed by the messy piles of junk.

Those orcs wearing heavy armor and holding big guns had no scars or burn marks from shooting. They were all burned directly by Lin Fan's full-power laser shot directly into the eyes under the helmet. The brain fell to the ground and died.

Almost all orcs die this way, which is really outrageous.

Old Jock even began to think that Captain Soap might have a bigger background. Such shooting accuracy and combat efficiency would definitely not be achieved by an unknown person, but he also knew that the more he knew, the faster he would die.

He shook his head and looked at the excited expressions of admiration for those Dormians who had not fought many battles and had little experience. Old Jock didn't care anymore. Anyway, the stronger the commander, the more people can survive, which is good. of.

It's better than myself, better than this lonely ghost like myself.