"Of course, please give Brother Zhang a try."
Wu Qianli looked at this fighting hero with great interest, and was very much looking forward to his performance.
But at the same time, I was also a little confused. I had already hit 10 10-rings in this situation. Could it be that Taofang still had to move the target to three or four hundred meters?
In that case, the chance of hitting the mark is much smaller. It's like going from 80 points to 90 points in the exam is already very difficult, but if you want to get a perfect score from 90 points, it will be several levels more difficult than before.
"What's the point of shooting at a fixed target? On the battlefield, will the enemy just stay in place, waiting for us to take aim? Please help me switch to a moving target."
"Oh, by the way, just maintain the current distance."
After Zhang Taofang finished speaking, he added that he also looked at Wu Qianli with a slightly provocative look.
He didn't have any ill intentions, but he really refused to admit defeat when it came to marksmanship, but he was not willing to take advantage of Wu Qianli, so he simply shot a 200-meter moving target.
"It's a 200-meter move. I don't think he's bragging. I admit that his marksmanship may not be bad, but how could he reach this level?"
Wu Wanli thought with disbelief in his heart, and everyone else was also shocked by this sentence.
But after learning from the experience of being slapped in the face when they questioned, they all fell silent and watched the marksmanship show in silence.
Shooting a moving target, as the name suggests, is to have the target reporter run quickly in the tunnel, and then the soldier in the distance needs to lift the gun to hit the moving target, which is extremely difficult.
After all, if you have to hit a moving target at a long distance, let alone ten rings, even if you don't miss the target, it can be considered a good marksmanship.
As the target reporter started running in the tunnel carrying the targets one by one, Zhang Taofang also took a deep breath. The relaxed complacency on his face just now disappeared, and was replaced by one full of seriousness.
He also tore off a small piece of cloth and tied it near the muzzle of the gun. Then we held our breath and silently observed the moving target, but did not take out the gun as quickly as before.
The other people watched Zhang Taofang raise his gun and take aim again. They felt a little impatient, but they did not disturb him.
More and more people gathered around this shooting range. Everyone heard about the competition and ran over to watch the fun.
"Oh, isn't that Zhang Gunshen? The distance is probably about 200 meters, and he actually has to shoot a moving target."
A rather skinny recruit scratched the back of his head and looked at the dazzling moving target. He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a little dizzy.
"Don't underestimate this kid. Last time he came to our camp with a gun and asked someone to shoot. No one was more accurate than him."
A veteran with a beard on his lips glanced at the recruit and said slowly.
Everyone also got news from each other during this discussion, and when they knew the results of the competition, they all took a deep breath and calmed down, quietly watching Zhang Taofang's performance.
"boom--"
"boom--"
Two consecutive gunshots broke the silence in the shooting range, and the sudden flash of gunfire illuminated Zhang Taofang's calm face.
After the previous inspection and estimation, he seized the opportunity and fired continuously. The muffled sound that penetrated the wind and snow and the occasional flash of fire were like the beating of a heavy drum, which also hit everyone's hearts. superior.
Everyone immediately held their breath and watched nervously as Zhang Taofang raised his gun and fired.
After ten gunshots, Zhang Taofang rubbed her head and felt a little tired all over her body.
But his eyes were still bright and clear, and he stood there with confidence, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at Wu Qianli.
"First shot, ten rings!"
"Second shot, ten rings!"
"Third shot, ten rings!"
"..."
As the target reporter counted the rings again and again, his voice gradually became louder, and the surrounding soldiers watching also let out louder and louder exclamations.
"The tenth shot, the tenth ring!"
Until the last ten rings were announced, Zhang Taofang's slightly worried heart was relieved.
Although he was confident that his results would not be much worse, he still had to rely on luck to achieve ten rings at such a distance.
"Brother Yu, this... this guy can really shoot so accurately? Hey... then my brother is considered a loser."
Wu Wanli hung his head in a daze, obviously Wu Qianli's defeat made him a little frustrated.
"You bastard, what are you doing there with your head down? Isn't it normal that there are winners and losers in this competition of marksmanship? It's not like we can't afford to lose."
"Remember, never let these little things dampen your morale."
Yu Congrong was silent for a while as he listened to the target announcements. But seeing Wu Wanli's dejected look, he suddenly became angry and quickly rubbed his head to teach him a lesson.
"To be honest, even if we lose this round, our company commander's marksmanship is definitely ranked among the best in the entire Ninth Army."
Pinghe, who had been silent all this time, stretched out his palm, felt the cold wind, and spoke.
"Originally I just heard that this guy is a master of marksmanship, but I didn't expect that he has reached this point. If not, I have to find a way to get this Taofang into my hands."
Zhang Li was stunned for a few seconds, and then he stopped thinking about the outcome of the game. After all, everyone felt that the overall situation was decided. At this moment, he began to think about how to recruit people.
"Captain Wu, I accept the concession. Although I won this round, it was ultimately due to some luck."
"I still have some things about marksmanship that I want to discuss with you. I hope Company Commander Wu won't hide anything."
Zhang Taofang also smiled, slowly walked towards Wu Qianli and said, but there was no pride or showoff in his eyes, but full of sincerity.
To be honest, it is not easy to meet someone who is a perfect match in chess, and it also makes him feel cherished.
"It's okay to discuss marksmanship, but who said I lost now?"
Wu Qianli looked at Zhang Taofang, and a burning fighting spirit rose in his heart, constantly stimulating the nerves in his brain, making him extremely excited.
Yes, he respected this Wei hero who had killed countless enemies, but this did not mean that he would give in easily.
Even when facing masters who have been proven by history in the previous world, he must dare to draw his sword and fight hard. If he admits defeat without continuing the competition, wouldn't he be a coward?
"Tip - Congratulations to the host, you have obtained a new sword-sharp mission - defeat the sharpshooter Zhang Taofang, and you will receive a high-quality reward!"
At this time, the long-lost system prompt echoed in Wu Qianli's mind again, which made Wu Qianli, who had wanted to continue fighting, suddenly feel a touch of joy in his heart.
"Bragging! After a fight like this, what else is there to compare with! If you lose, you lose. Don't let this person down."
At this moment, an onlooker warrior listened to Wu Qianli's words of unwillingness to admit defeat, but he was slightly disdainful and spoke irritatingly.
Although most of the other soldiers who were watching did not say Wu Qianli to his face, they all whispered to each other.
And it can be seen from their eyes that they do not believe in Wu Qianli, and they even said this because they felt that Wu Qianli could not afford to lose.
But Wu Qianli didn't care at all about those people's doubts. Instead, he silently picked up the Mosin Nagan in his hand, gently wiped off the snow particles on it, and said slowly.
"Still at this distance, continue to place moving targets, but... I also have to move to hit!"
