Under the gaze of the three armies, Yan Shuangying led a group of people to the center of the playground, in front of Cheng Xiazi.
Lao Li, who was standing not far away, swallowed his saliva. Looking at the leading man in black, he always felt that his back was a little bright.
Li Yunlong had killed not only ten thousand but also thousands of people. His hands had been stained with the blood of countless people and he had long since lost the fear of death in his normal eyes, but Yan Shuangying gave him a chilling feeling in his heart.
Blind Cheng snorted coldly, pretending!
"Third Captain! You will lead the team to compete with these brothers later! Remember, tell the brothers not to kill anyone!"
"It's the brigade commander!"
"Brothers, follow me soon!"
...
After a while, the two sides stood on the left and right respectively.
Before going on stage, Cheng Xiazi explained a lot and said many precautions to about a hundred people, with a worried look on his face.
"Brothers! It's all up to you! You have to use all your strength for a while, but don't let your guard down..."
"Don't worry, Brigadier!"
...
Lin Zhongze sat in the stands and drank tea without saying anything else. He only said before Yan Shuangying left, don't kill them all, they will all be brothers of the same division from now on.
It wouldn't be good if a brother of a master was killed, but he was still a little afraid of Yan Shuangying. The last time this guy taught Xiao Tian a grappler, he broke his bones.
Zhou Weiguo, who stood aside in the stands, was also relieved, and at the same time lamented Lin Zhongzhong's deep plan.
If it were him, he would most likely put a gun on Cheng Xiazi's head to shock the three armies, but if that were the case, many soldiers would probably still be dissatisfied.
The playground was big enough, with 20,000 to 30,000 people in the stands, and the three armies sat down in an orderly manner.
There were only 200 people left on the playground at this time.
The first team is the special operations team led by Yan Shuangying on the south side, and the field force led by He Fangxu, the commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 277 Brigade, is on the north side.
Lin Zhong and Cheng Xiazi on the stage discussed and decided to compete in two events, shooting and fighting.
Shooting is compared between two, and the one with the larger number of rings wins.
Fighting is a substitution system. As long as one person does not lose, he can stand on the stage forever, and the last remaining party wins.
After both parties nodded, the shooting competition began.
There is a row of shooting targets a hundred meters away, and both sides stand a hundred meters away and start shooting.
Everyone's guns were loaded with bullets in advance. Each gun had ten rounds of bullets, and both sides used 38-inch caps.
Game start!
The moment the signal fell, bang bang bang...
Cheng Xiazi on the stage looked uncertain, not sure whether he was worried or relaxed.
There is no need to talk about worries. His troops are all carefully selected sharpshooters. I can't say that they are always on target, but their average strength is definitely above the eighth ring.
Blind Cheng turned his head and glanced at Lin Zhong, who was sitting on the chair. He was chewing an apple and drinking tea without even looking at the stadium.
Should I say you are arrogant or confident?
Blind Cheng snorted secretly, thinking that there was no way his army would lose.
Young people, don't be too crazy!
When it comes to leading troops, you are far worse than me!
Blind Cheng clenched his fist and cursed secretly.
Of course, I only dared to curse in my heart. Although I was dissatisfied with the newly appointed division commander, he was still my superior.
Lin Zhong sat on the chair, while Cheng Xiazi stood aside and did not dare to say anything.
At this moment, more than 20,000 people in the stands were staring at the playground below the stage, because the referee was counting the targets!
The results of the competition are coming out!
Five minutes later, referee Xia Hou squatted down to announce the result.
"The average target shooting of the new first brigade is nine points and three rings!"
"The average target practice of the 274th Brigade is eight points and six rings!"
"Xinyi Lvsheng!"
Wow!
The soldiers in the entire playground became excited. The 274th Brigade was definitely not low, but the new brigade...
unbelievable!
Blind Cheng clenched his fists, how on earth was such a sharpshooter Lin Zhong trained?
One of the assessments for Lin Zhong's recruitment of special forces members is that the target shooting should not be lower than the ninth ring. If the gun is not accurate, the rest will not be considered. Those with particularly outstanding skills will be considered separately.
Lin Zhong held the teacup and smiled calmly, "Commander Cheng, let's move on to the next project."
Blind Cheng nodded.
A good gun doesn't necessarily mean a strong fighter, his field team is stronger in close combat!
The second round of competition begins!
A circle was drawn with white ash in the center of the playground as the arena. Anyone who left the circle or fell to the ground would be considered a loser. They could not use guns but only short knives, and they had to be unedged.
The hundred and ten people on both sides looked at each other and were all gearing up. They were all good players who had survived the battle on the battlefield. They had a bloody spirit and naturally they would not be timid.
He Fangxu, 1.83 meters tall, with a bald head and several ring scars, was once a monk in a temple. He couldn't stand the Japanese pirates and went down the mountain to join the army.
He Fangxu, who was standing on the north side, spoke first, "Hey, which one of you comes first!"
With that said, he stepped into the circle one foot first, crossed his arms and looked at Yan Shuangying and the others.
The bloated Smart couldn't stand it anymore, so he took a step forward and said, "Captain, I can't stand it anymore. The fight hasn't started yet. Why did this kid put it on first!"
"Captain, let me go up and beat him up first!"
Yan Shuangying shook his head, "No, it's better for me to go. The captain must explain things quickly before he comes. There are still many things to do and we can't delay too long."
"You are too slow to take action."
With that said, Yan Shuangying lightly lifted his black cloak and strode forward.
A group of special forces members were left looking at each other, "We are too slow. What does this mean?"
"No way?"
"ah?"
Suddenly someone thought of something but didn't say it.
within the circle.
He Fangxu clasped his hands in his fists, looking like a martial arts master, and said proudly: "Shaolin School, He Fangxu!"
Everyone was stunned, this guy...really considered himself a martial arts master?
Lin Zhong in the stands was also speechless for a while, and turned to look at Cheng Xiazi, "Commander Cheng, you seem to be a bit of a middle-class soldier..."
emm...
Blind Cheng smiled awkwardly, He Fangxu was good at everything because he studied martial arts with a Shaolin master and considered himself a martial arts master.
Playground, inside the circle.
Yan Shuangying faced He Fangxu and only replied coldly.
"Weak people have no right to know my name!"
"Arrogant!"
As soon as the words fell, the two of them launched their own attacks.
Sure enough, Yan Shuangying could tell at just one glance that the Shaolin martial arts used by He Fangxu were the path of Zhiyang Zhigong.
He Fangxu repeatedly hit Yan Shuangying on the legs and retreated repeatedly.
Yan Shuangying barely managed to parry, and he could probably recognize that these legs looked like Shaolin No. 72 legs.
"Captain, be careful! There's going to be a breakout from behind!" a special operations team member shouted!
The moment he left the circle, Yan Shuangying took out the short knife from his waist, slipped through a gap and put it on He Fangxu's neck.
He Fangxu also raised one leg in the air...
Frustrated!
He Fangxu was defeated in just a few seconds. If Yan Shuangying had faced the enemy on the battlefield, he would have wiped him out with a single blow.
He Fangxu sighed secretly, "My skills are not as good as others, I need to be taught."
Yan Shuangying nodded slightly with a cold expression.
In terms of fists and kicks, he might not be able to beat that kid just now, but when it comes to killing people, if you give him a gun, he can kill ten of them.
A killer never calls himself a warrior.
