"The tenth shot, the tenth ring!"
As the soldiers who went to check the shooting reported the situation of each shot sentence by sentence, Battalion Commander Zhang's face became darker and darker. He knew that he had hit a hard nail this time.
"Brother Yu, who do you think our company commander, Brother Pinghe, is the number one sharpshooter in our company?"
Wu Wanli listened to the ten rings one after another. He originally admired his brother the most, but when he saw Ping He showing off such achievements, he suddenly took a breath and felt a little shaken.
"Hey, brat, so you've never seen the world, right? A target that doesn't move like this can also shoot in place."
"Not to mention Pinghe, even if it were me, I would probably get an average score of eight rings. It's just a joke. Don't blink. It's just an appetizer now."
Yu Congrong was also quite envious of Pinghe's superb marksmanship, and nodded slightly.
"No fucking way, I will have to pester Brother Pinghe and ask him to teach me a few tricks."
Wu Wanli secretly made up his mind in his heart. He just felt that he was a little too rough in throwing grenades before. He was like a country bumpkin. He was so handsome when he shot a child.
"The seventh interleaved company is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, huh, but I am not a vegetarian."
Battalion Commander Zhang glanced at Pinghe, nodded slightly, picked up his gun and aimed at the target.
However, since Pinghe had such a good result in front of him, he could only shoot cautiously. After taking one shot, he took good aim and continued shooting.
With such slow shooting, he scored six ten-rings, two nine-rings, and two nine-point-five-rings in a row.
However, when Commander Zhang put away his gun, he didn't feel discouraged at all. Instead, he patted Zhang Taofang's shoulder expectantly and whispered to him.
"It's okay, kid. The marksmanship skills of commanders like me and Company Commander Wu are generally not the best in the army."
"What he sent out should be the highest strength of their seventh interleaving company. He himself may not be as good as me, so the next step is up to you."
After saying that, Battalion Commander Zhang glanced meaningfully at Wu Qianli, nodded with some good feelings about himself, and made way for Zhang Taofang to play.
"This is just a challenge, isn't it just for fun? Why does Battalion Commander Zhang look so serious?"
Zhang Taofang scratched the back of her head, looked at the ten targets in front of her, and raised the Mosin Nagant rifle in her hand.
Subsequently, although he was aiming accurately with every shot he fired, it only took a few tenths of a second for bullets to spurt out from the muzzle.
To an outsider, it looked as if Zhang Taofang had no aim at all and just poured out ammunition indiscriminately. Battalion Commander Zhang was a little flustered when he saw it.
"Brother Zhang, please be careful..."
"boom--"
"You'd better aim and hit..."
"boom--"
Battalion Commander Zhang was about to whisper a few words of advice, but the rapid sound of gunfire interrupted his words. He simply closed his mouth, raised his hands, and quietly watched Zhang Taofang's performance.
"Don't worry, Battalion Commander Zhang is a target like this. If you have to be careful, then you simply don't want to be a soldier."
When the ten quick shots were fired, Zhang Taofang wiped the muzzle of his gun like a normal person and said with absolute certainty.
However, Zhang Taofang, who was outspoken, did not realize how much harm his sudden words would do to Camp Commander Zhang who was only in his forties.
Battalion Commander Zhang opened his mouth full of black lines and wanted to retort, but in the end he sighed and did not say anything.
But when the soldiers who went to check the target came back and reported the situation of each link, Battalion Commander Zhang's eyebrows instantly relaxed, and there was a touch of wonder in Zhang Taofang's eyes.
"First shot, ten rings!"
"Second shot, ten rings!"
"Third shot, ten rings!"
"..."
"The tenth shot, the tenth ring!"
Zhang Taofang's seemingly random rapid shooting actually resulted in ten ten rings. Even Ping He, the top sharpshooter of the seventh interleaved company, was defeated, and everyone present took a breath.
Pinghe, who was sitting on the side and taking a rest with his eyes slightly squinted, also opened his eyes and carefully looked at the sharpshooter again, and couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart.
"Brother Yu, do you think we will lose if we continue to fight like this? How about we go back and report a message first and hide some of the cans? After all, we have to pay for it with our lives."
Wu Wanli was a little shocked when he saw the ten rings in a row. He immediately looked at Yu Congrong with the thoughts of a small farmer and whispered.
"Hey, you kid has a big head and is thinking about these little cheap things all day long. I don't think we need to do these things. Even the company commander's marksmanship is afraid that these standing targets will fail."
"Since you don't believe in the company commander, why don't we make a bet? I bet that our company commander will not only win, but also be able to stabilize the other side. If we lose, you can wash my socks for me. If you win, I will help you. wash."
Yu Congrong suddenly thought of something, patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder and laughed.
"Bah, I won't bet. Just those socks of yours. I'll probably be unable to sleep for three days and three nights after washing them."
When he thought of Yu Conrong's smelly big feet, Wu Wanli suddenly felt a physical reaction of nausea. He simply took two steps away from Yu Conrong and continued to watch the competition.
"Isn't it strange? For a sharpshooter like Zhang Taofang, shooting these targets is just a joke."
"But after all, he entered the court earlier, but he doesn't know how strong Zhang Taofang is, who is two years younger..."
Wu Qianli murmured and looked at Zhang Taofang, with a fighting spirit in his heart. He just wanted to compete with this fighting hero to see who was the most accurate.
"Company Commander Wu, please don't let me, but I do want to taste what it's like to eat canned luncheon meat from the US Army. Hehe..."
Zhang Taofang, who was only about 20 years old, was obviously young and energetic, and her eyes were sharp.
He didn't mean any harm, but it was within the rules to say a few innocuous words to provoke his opponent.
"Hahaha, Captain Wu, let's see your performance next. Teach this kid Zhang Taofang a lesson and let him remember a little longer to prevent him from being so crazy."
Battalion Commander Zhang said this, but he didn't think Wu Qianli could overwhelm Zhang Taofang's record.
After all, there is no way he can surpass the Ten Ten Rings no matter what. Even if his team as a whole wins a little bit and gets some cigarettes and alcohol, then he has regained his face.
However, after seeing everyone's performance in full view, Wu Qianli raised the corners of his mouth slightly and couldn't help but laugh. Then he said something that everyone present did not expect.
"Haha, if you hit 50 meters, isn't this bullying our Battalion Commander Zhang? Why don't I hit 150 meters!"
