Chapter Fifteen: Display of Combat Skills

  Zhang Feng confidently fired the first shot, but it missed the target. No wonder the people around him had such strange expressions, even Izat was smiling at himself, as if saying "see, not good enough? Go back and practice some more before trying again!"

  Was it Kou Sai's small body that pulled himself back? Zhang Feng thought, impossible! In the high cannon array, shoulder-fired missiles can withstand movement, let alone this small light weapon shooting.

  There must be some problem in between. Zhang Feng looked at the rifle in his hand, it couldn't be that this Iraqi-made rifle had a problem, could it?

  Suddenly, an idea flashed through Zhang Feng's mind, and in a split second, he understood the problem.

  This gun is not calibrated!

  A rifle isn't just about aiming at a target and hitting it, the point of aim and the actual impact point must coincide. Generally, new rifles are calibrated with lasers when they leave the factory, so you can point and shoot. However, whether these Iraqi-made rifles were calibrated before leaving the factory is unknown.

  But his uncle, Izat, the commander of the military district, did he know that this gun was inaccurate? Looking at his expression, it didn't seem like he was teasing him either.

  The gun is not calibrated, how can it be accurate? Izat looked at Zhang Feng's shooting posture and knew that he must have mastered the shooting skills. Fortunately, he found out these new guns, otherwise, he might have let him pass.

  If it were an ordinary soldier firing with an uncalibrated gun, it would be absolutely impossible to hit, but for special forces, that's a different story.

  Ordinary soldiers rarely get to fire at targets, and even when they do, they use carefully selected guns. Special forces units, on the other hand, use live ammunition even during exercises, so their level of proficiency is naturally different. And those instructors who like to torment people sometimes really will take out uncalibrated guns for them to shoot with.

  It's not a big deal if it hasn't been calibrated. The key is that you need to know how much error the gun has and adjust your aiming direction accordingly.

  Zhang Feng's eyes were fixed tightly on the target, and he fired a second bullet again.

  Still not on target, but Zhang Feng has already seen clearly that the bullet is about 10 centimeters away from the left edge of the target.

  Alright, that's enough. Zhang Feng shifted his aim to the right edge of the target, ten centimeters away from the center. Although he was aiming outside the target, he managed to hit it accurately by chance.

  Yi Zhat continued to watch Zhang Feng take aim, and was sure he would still miss.

  As expected, the second shot also missed the target.

  Izzat narrowed his eyes, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, he listened to the sound of rifle fire, thinking that his nephew this time is really embarrassing, in this way, he should go to the logistics department honestly. It's not bad there either, I don't know how many people are eager to get in.

  "Not bad, too awesome."

  "What a godly marksman!"

  Listening to the voices of other officers by his ear, Izzat picked up a pair of binoculars beside him.

  He took a deep breath, this is impossible, how can this be?

  Except for one bullet that hit the five-ring position, the rest were almost all ten-rings! The big hole in the middle has been shot to pieces.

  Two hundred meters away from the target, Izzat can also do it, but if he uses this uncalibrated gun to shoot, Izzat's results are also accurate.

  How did he manage to do it?

  Izzat didn't know what to say, this time he was defeated himself, unexpectedly, Kusay was also hiding his strength, at this level, even in the army, he would be considered an elite soldier.

  What should we do? Are we really going to transfer him into the troops?

  The last five bullets, Zhang Feng switched to burst mode. Most automatic rifles can choose between single shot, three-shot burst, and full auto modes. Single shot is the easiest to aim, while in full auto mode, the second shot will be affected by the first shot, causing the barrel to jump up and affecting accuracy.

  The last five shots, the target was shot to pieces.

  Zhang Feng fired all the bullets in the magazine with one breath, and let out a long sigh. He felt that he was born to be a warrior, as long as he held a gun and fired bullets, all his frustrations seemed to disappear.

  "Commander, how's my marksmanship?" Zhang Feng turned his head and said to Izat.

  "Izhat said: "This... this marksmanship is indeed good, didn't expect that our Kusay has grown up."

  "Do I still need to go to the logistics department to report?"

  "Izhat's mind was racing, but he couldn't think of where to place him."

  "Why don't you just be a combat advisor at our military district headquarters, we are short of several combat advisors here," said Chief of Staff Fatty Kharaev.

  Can't be assigned to the logistics department, so it can only be arranged within the headquarters. Although there is a risk that he will point fingers at his own head, it's still better than sending him to the front line, right?

  The faces of the commanders all turned ugly, no one wanted a crown prince to work in their own department, but there was nothing they could do.

  "Welcome, General Kusakabe, to join our battle command." They said one by one with a smile all over their faces.

  "No, no," Zhang Feng looked at the chief of staff who had come to persuade him and then at Izat, saying: "I'm going to the troops, I want to personally take down those despicable Persians."

  Zhang Feng looked at Izat, who was in a difficult situation. He knew that the other side's difficulties were actually all for his own safety and well-being, and that his own life or death would likely affect the future of everyone involved. By choosing to come to the Southern Military Region, these people probably didn't know how much they regretted their bad luck.

  However, given another chance to choose for himself, he would not want to indulge in the leisurely life of a second prince in Baghdad either. The suffering of the Iraqi people in later generations weighed heavily on Zhang Feng's shoulders, and he felt that it was his bounden duty to change the fate of the people living in the Middle East.

  The key to reviving Iraq lies in the southern military zone, where it can withstand Iran and Iraq's revival is within sight.

  Zhang Feng knew that he had given them a big problem by arranging himself to the front line, if something happened to him, none of these people would be able to escape.

  Zhang Feng's gaze swept over the crowd, and he saw an armored vehicle parked next to the shooting range. It was a Chinese 63-style armored personnel carrier, a type of armored vehicle that Zhang Feng was quite familiar with. In his early days in the field army, Zhang Feng's unit was a mechanized infantry company that used this very same armored vehicle.

  This armored vehicle is a light armored vehicle with amphibious capabilities. The combat weight ranges from 12.6 tons, and the body is made of high-strength armor steel plate welding. The power transmission device is located in the right front, using a straight-six diesel engine, with a maximum power of 260 horsepower. The driver is located in the left front, and the rear compartment is for loading personnel, with a rear door for entry and exit. Various roof hatches are opened on top, and the weapon system is equipped with one 12.7mm machine gun. It is the main equipment for infantry to follow the armored regiment's advance.

  It seems that we still have to show them our skills and let them know that our military quality is very strong.

  Zhang Feng strode towards the armored vehicle.

  Izzat and others looked at Kusay's back as he walked towards the armored vehicle, at a loss, could it be that he still wanted to drive the armored vehicle?

  Not bad, Zhang Feng just wanted to try driving an armored vehicle once, he wants to tell these people who don't trust him that he is not a weakling on the battlefield who needs others' protection, but a strong one!

  He opened the hatch of the cockpit and jumped into the cockpit.

  This armored vehicle is similar to a car, with an accelerator, brake and clutch pedal all the same, and a five-speed gearbox, but without a steering wheel. All tracked vehicles use control levers. (Later tanks have already used new hydraulic controls, using a steering wheel, which is very labor-saving.)

  Zhang Feng adjusted the seat to a higher position, allowing his head to be exposed. Driving like this was similar to driving an open-top car, with a broad field of vision. It had been a long time since he last drove such an armored vehicle. If he were to close the hatch and drive through the observation window, his line of sight would be narrow, making it easy to lose control of the direction and accidentally bump into the high-ranking officials around him. At that point, he might have to immediately return to Baghdad and leave the aftermath for someone else to deal with.

  Zhang Feng put on his helmet and pressed the start button.

  At the moment of pressing down, Zhang Feng's big foot stepped on the accelerator, which was also a way to start this engine. Otherwise, it would not be able to catch fire for half a day, and that would be embarrassing.

  "Vroom, vroom." The engine started smoothly, and the huge roar of the engine came, if not wearing a helmet, the damage to hearing was quite large.

  Zhang Feng pulled the hand throttle lever on the right side of the seat back a little to prevent the engine from stalling due to low idling speed.

  Press the clutch down, Zhang Feng shifted into 2nd gear, his left foot slowly releasing the clutch while his right foot floored it, and the armored vehicle roared forward with a loud rumble.

  Due to the narrow terrain, Zhang Feng only lifted the accelerator, his left hand fiercely pulled the control stick, and the armored vehicle agilely turned a corner to the left, stopping in front of the crowd of generals. Zhang Feng removed the gearshift, pulled up the handbrake, got out of the seat, and climbed onto the turret.

  He opened the 12.7mm machine gun on the turret, Zhang Feng aimed at the target two hundred meters away again, and a few bullets shattered the target into pieces.

  Then Zhang Feng mischievously turned one hundred and eighty degrees and aimed his machine gun at the high-ranking officials in front of him.

  In an instant, their faces changed dramatically, and as soon as Zhang Feng crooked his finger, they were probably all going to meet their maker.

  Izzat was the first to react, "God above, grant us such brave great warriors, the evil Persians will certainly crawl under the feet of the brave Qusay."

  Zhang Feng jumped off the armored vehicle and gave Izat a standard military salute: "Reporting to Commander, Private Kusay, requesting to go to the front line to fight against the Persians, long live great Iraq!"

  "Alright, Kusay goes down to the 13th Armored Division's 35th Armored Brigade, to assist our troops in defending the Susangerd (also known as Susanjird) area," Izat said.

  "Yes! I'll report immediately." Zhang Feng was overjoyed in his heart.

  Su Song Gailde, Zhang Feng is familiar with it. Here will be the largest tank battle in the early days of the Second Iraq War. He happened to go there and was still an armored brigade. This time, there was a fight.

  There's a saying that outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the gate. Izzat knew that Kusayy had revealed these two moves, proving he was a warrior who had undergone rigorous training. Although he didn't have any combat experience, he could already become a seasoned veteran on the battlefield.

  Even so, Zaitsev did not dare to put him on the front line. The Sussan-Girld region had been calm for a long time, and here was a vast swamp that was not conducive to tank mobility. The 35th Armored Brigade was ordered to rest there and would definitely not encounter the enemy.

  Must he go down to the troops? Then let him go to the 35th Armored Brigade to rest with the troops.