Chapter 667 - 673 Eating Flies
For those unversed in the art, Anton’s performance might seem nothing more than distance estimation; however, to those in the know, it was nothing short of a terrifying miracle.
Yang Yi really wanted to know if Anton’s glasses had a built-in rangefinder, as his accuracy was scientifically improbable!
Some people are naturally good with distances, though typically at close range; to discern them so clearly beyond six hundred meters was unheard of, at least to Yang Yi.
Yang Yi felt his legs weaken and his liver tremble.
He was still intimidated by that bastard Anton. Yang Yi was keenly aware that Anton was trying to assert his dominance, although revealing his shooting prowess early on. Yet, Anton’s approach greatly daunted Yang Yi—he had succeeded.
Sniping is a systematic undertaking, not just about aiming the scope and pulling the trigger. Picking up an entirely unfamiliar rifle and hitting a target seven or eight hundred meters away was sheer nonsense, pure and simple.
Thus, although arrogant and haughty, Anton would never skimp on the necessary preparation for shooting just to show off; he had fired over a hundred rounds, meticulously executing each shot.
The farther the target, the more shots required; this was normal as bullet spread increases with distance. Anton needed to know how much his rifle spread, and at what range he could ensure a hit on a human-sized target.
At a distance of twelve hundred meters, Anton’s shot grouping was controlled to the size of a basketball—a respectable precision. Then, at thirteen hundred meters, the spread increased to that of two basketballs side by side; the bullet’s velocity decayed significantly, making precision unreliable at that range.
Anton decided not to continue extending his shooting distance, hence he set his maximum shooting range at twelve hundred meters.
Using one hundred and twenty bullets and exactly one hour, Anton completed his trial shooting.