The moment Sun Maotian hit the 500-meter target, warm applause erupted on the training ground.
Many people whistled in Ye Anran's direction.
In their opinion, Ye Anran no longer needs to compete, and there is no way he can beat Sun Maotian.
In the Tiger Regiment and even the Northeastern Army, anyone who can hit a swaying wine bottle five hundred meters away is definitely considered a sharpshooter.
Sun Maotian fell to the ground and did not stand up for a long time.
He himself couldn't believe that he could hit a target five hundred meters away. He had never hit a target before. The five shots just missed the target and his inner shirt was soaked through.
Seeing that Sun Maotian still didn't get up, Zhang Erpao knelt down and patted his shoulder, "Old Sun, you are so damn secretive!!"
"The wine bottle five hundred meters away, it was hit when it was said to be hit!"
Sun Maotian stood up, looked down at the Mosin Nagant sniper rifle in his hand, and then looked up at Ye Anran.
"This last shot is not my strength."
"What's wrong? Wasn't that a hit?"
"Without the regimental commander's gun and the regimental commander's instructions, I still wouldn't be able to hit."
Zhang Erpao snorted coldly, stood aside and said with a pout: "We didn't realize it before, but it turns out that your surname is Sun, and you can also flatter people!!"
The tiger group suddenly became quiet.
Those who had cheered him just now wanted to beat him up now.
In their opinion, Sun Maotian deliberately favored Ye Anran, which may cause the Tiger Regiment's designation to disappear.
Sun Maotian is an infantryman and is particularly fond of firearms. He knows the conditions for becoming a precise shooter and has also heard Xie Ke talk about the factors that lead to hitting a target at a long distance.
He ignored everyone's complaints, put his legs together, stood at attention and saluted:
"Captain, without your gun and guidance, I wouldn't have been able to hit the target. I admit defeat."
The Tiger Regiment soldiers behind him had red eyes at the moment and wished they could kill Sun Maotian.
Don't blame the brothers for having such thoughts.
He was the first to challenge Ye Anran, and now he is the first to give in, making everyone angry.
Sun Maotian raised his gun hands in salute, and the unruly edge in his eyes faded a lot.
Ye Anran did not take the gun. He pulled the bolt of the seventy-nine guns in his hand, and the golden and bronze bullets were pressed into the chamber.
He put up the ruler and aimed at the five-hundred-meter target. The corner of his eye passed by the swaying branches next to him.
A set of wind speed, wind direction, air humidity, the distance the target sways per second, and the angle of inclination appear in my mind.
Seeing that Ye Anran was using the Seventy-Nine Gun, everyone held their breath and looked at the wine bottle shaking in the distance.
The wind seemed to be stronger than before.
The swaying height of the wine bottle also continued to increase with the wind, swinging back and forth by nearly one meter.
Zhang Erpao muttered in a low voice: "The effective range of the Seven-Nine Gun is 150 meters. Hitting the target at 400 meters depends on luck!"
"Is the shot accurate?"
Li Yukui's left index finger stood on his lips, "Shh!"
Pa~
Gunshots fired.
Ye Anran pulled the trigger, and the warhead rotated and flew towards the target point against the wind. Then with a pop, the wine bottle exploded in mid-air!
At this moment, the 997 members of the Tiger Regiment were silent.
Sun Maotian's eyes widened. He thought that he could shoot 400 meters with a seven-nine gun, which was enough to brag to others.
Shooting 500 meters, all five of his bullets missed the target. He wanted to find a crack to get in!
Now I see Ye Anran using his gun, hitting the 500-meter target with one bullet.
Sun Maotian felt that his heart was about to lift into his throat. At this moment, he finally understood why even the brigade commander and chief of staff respected Ye Anran.
It's not because he has a backer, it's entirely because he has the strength!
Zhang Erpao held up his binoculars and looked at the ropes tied to the bottles floating in the air in the distance, and couldn't help but gasp.
"Let's just say, can a seven-nine gun really hit that far??"
Li Yukui: "No wonder Lao Sun gave in early. I feel it. The name of our Tiger Regiment will be lost!"
On the side, Sun Maotian raised his hands, with a Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle lying on his calloused and frostbitten hands.
He now understood those three words Ye Anran said, that he was not worthy of being a precision shooter.
Ye Anran handed the seventy-nine guns to the soldiers beside him.
"You can keep this gun for use!"
"ah?"
Sun Maotian scratched his head in embarrassment, "Captain, didn't you say that we are not worthy?"
"Oh! Then you pout!"
"Then I'd better keep it, thank you, Captain!"
Sun Maotian hid the gun behind his back with one hand and saluted Ye Anran with the other hand.
Who would stick out such a good gun?
He dreams of having a gun that can take the heads of Japanese soldiers from a few hundred meters away!
Ye Anran walked between Zhang Erpao and Li Yukui. He glanced at the faces of the Tiger Regiment soldiers and asked, "Is there anyone else competing?"
"Captain, I'm not good at shooting. I'm not bragging about cannons. Wherever you point your finger, it will go off!"
Zhang Erpao had a sullen expression on his face, with dissatisfaction written on his face.
He has been a good shooter since he was a gangster with Ma Jinshan.
If Ye Anran were to change the name of the Tigers now, he would be afraid that his brothers would poke him in the back.
Ye Anran smiled "haha", "Real or false?"
"Haha, we have been fighting for more than ten years, what scene have we never seen? How can I lie to you?!"
"Are you going to compare?" Zhang Erpao asked impatiently!
"Compare, why don't you compete? Pull out your cannon and let me see!"
"Just wait. If you lose today and you dare to change the name of the Tigers, I will bombard you!"
Zhang Erpao said harsh words, and then ordered the artillery battalion to pull out all the belongings!
From grenades, to mortars, to 105mm hill guns.
The soldiers of the artillery camp arranged the cannons and cannonballs in a row on the ground!
When Zhang Erpao saw what happened to him, he felt as if he had drank two kilograms of fake wine, and his confidence increased.
"Captain Ye, we will fight wherever you say!"
"well!"
"telescope."
Ye Anran reached out for a telescope and looked at the hillside in the distance, "Battle Commander Zhang, what should I do if I can't get it right?"
"Ha! We have been fighting for more than ten years..."
"Don't brag, I'm asking you what to do if you can't hit it?!"
Ye Anran had two wrinkles on his forehead. How could he be as crooked as the grandson selling watermelons? ?
Zhang Erpao took a deep breath:
"If we want to hit accurately, you stand outside the target and let us blast it!"
"If we're not accurate, I'll stand outside the target circle and let you hit me once!"
…
Ye Anran saw that this guy was just as stubborn as the brother who sold Sun Honglei watermelons! Fight to death!
In the end, I either wanted to carry him away, or I wanted to carry me away!
Li Yukui on the side was so frightened that he grabbed Zhang Erpao, "If the commander finds out about this, Zhang Erpao, don't you want to live anymore??"
"Do it alive and bury it dead. Why are you afraid of what he will do?!"
…
Ye Anran almost laughed angrily at the two live treasures. He readily agreed with Zhang Erpao's opinion and designated three pines and cypresses on the hillside 600 meters away as targets.
The target point is not very far away, but the angle is very tricky.
On the left is the lower depression, with weirs and pines and cypresses that are level with the target. On the right is the wind outlet, and directly in front there are shrubs and pine trees of varying heights as a barrier.
Usually, this position is convenient for the enemy and our command posts to observe the target, and trenches can be built on the spot. The stone walls serve as observation posts and command posts.
Zhang Erpao held up the binoculars with both hands and counted the trees silently in his mind. It took him a minute to find the target point.
His heart skipped a beat, "Thanks to the fact that I'm a ten-year-old gunner, I'm the only one who can hit the place you're looking for!"
