"Lin Feng, when did you come?"
Sensing something strange behind him, Yang Haoran turned around and saw Lin Feng asking.
Lin Feng sighed with emotion: "Master, you are learning too fast. That girl Liu Na is starting to doubt life."
"What's so strange about this? Do you have anything to do with me?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Let me tell you about the arrangements for the martial arts tournament and some precautions."
According to the original plan, each of the four forces would send ten people to participate in the individual competition, followed by a simulated war involving a hundred people.
Because of Yang Haoran's participation, Lin Feng decided to transfer the three masters who were preparing to participate in the individual competition to the team competition.
In this way, it can effectively increase the chance of winning in group battles.
The individual competition is divided into multiple individual events, including shooting, fighting, ten-kilometer cross-country, and a simulated crossing of enemy territory that tests overall strength.
The first three events are obvious, but what the hell is the last one, crossing enemy territory?
Upon hearing Yang Haoran's inquiry, Lin Feng replied: "We will define an area with a radius of about fifty miles, and then each of the four forces will send 200 people, and there will be a combination of multiple arms to block the limited area.
At that time, all contestants will be airdropped to different areas, and the one who can break through the blockade alive first will win."
Yang Haoran's eyes lit up, and he grinned and said: "This is a bit interesting, it won't really kill anyone, right?"
Lin Feng chuckled: "They are all empty bombs, and the parties are not life-and-death enemies. They are just in different camps, and no one will break the rules."
After that, Lin Feng told Yang Haoran some precautions, and Yang Haoran wrote them all down.
In the next few days, besides practicing shooting, Yang Haoran was studying maps.
The date for the Southwest Army Competition soon arrived, and people from the other three parties also arrived three days in advance to familiarize themselves with the battlefield in advance.
Yang Haoran put on the uniform of the Southwest Army, disguised himself as a small commander, and mingled with the participants in a low-key manner.
Because Yang Haoran’s identity was not exposed, it was difficult for people who were in the same camp as Yang Haoran to
For the other nine people, Yang Haoran is also a new face.
"Brother, why do you look so unfamiliar? I haven't seen you before. Which army do you belong to?"
A burly man asked Yang Haoran in an angry voice.
"I'm from the special operations force. It's classified. It's normal that I haven't seen him before."
"It's no wonder. Those who can participate in this kind of competition are all the elite soldiers of our Southwest First Army. They almost all know each other. Do you know me?"
Yang Haoran glanced at him and shook his head indifferently: "I don't know him."
There were several people nearby laughing loudly.
"You don't even know him? It seems that you rarely have contact with the outside world. His name is Hu Kuishan, nicknamed Tank, and he is the most powerful fighter in our Southwest Army."
Hu Kuishan grinned very proudly: "This guy's name is Jiao Guilin, nicknamed Viper. He is best at disguise and reconnaissance. You must be careful not to be plotted by him."
"The nonsense of the dead tank is misleading the newcomers. We are friendly forces. If we want to plot against them, we are plotting against them."
Amidst the laughter and curses, Yang Haoran quickly became familiar with the other nine comrades.
Because Yang Haoran seems to be the youngest, he is treated as a little brother and everyone takes good care of him.
After the regular opening ceremony, the martial arts tournament officially began.
In order to save time, individual battles and group battles are conducted in two directions at the same time.
The referees will be composed of five people from each of the four armies to ensure fairness. Love Bookstore
Relatively speaking, because of the nature of the army, all aspects still pay more attention to the results of group battles.
Therefore, most of the top management, including Lin Feng, all went to the team competition, while the individual competition was slightly deserted.
But this desolation was not reflected on all participating team members.
Because they were lectured by their leaders more than once before participating in the competition, and they realized the important nature of this martial arts competition.
All parties have given orders to die, and they must fight tooth and nail to win the championship position.
Everyone is very energetic and eager to try, but they are also under great pressure and dare not relax.
Yang Haoran may be the only person who has no pressure at all.
Firstly, it is because he does not belong to the Southwest First Army, and secondly, with his strength, it is difficult not to win this game.
The individual competition is also divided into two parts. Except for crossing enemy territory and approaching actual combat, other events adopt a points system.
The first thing to be held is the shooting competition, but it is different from ordinary shooting competitions. For soldiers, it pays more attention to practicality.
So there is no fixed target shooting at all, all moving targets.
Hu Kuishan may seem careless, but those who can be selected to compete are all elite soldiers.
In terms of shooting, he is not weak, of course, he is just not weak, and there is still a gap between him and the top.
However, Hu Kuishan didn't care and said carelessly: "The next project is my home field. Let's see how I torture those guys."
Jiao Guilin whistled: "Just admit that your skills are not good, don't look for any excuses, if you don't get full marks in this kind of shooting competition, you will be a disgrace to your friendly forces.
Do you think so, Yang Haoran?"
Yang Haoran smiled very honestly: "You are right. According to the number, I may appear later. It depends on you first."
Jiao Guilin laughed: "Brother Yang, you don't have to feel pressure. After all, you are the youngest here, so it doesn't matter if you have poor grades.
This must be your first time participating in this kind of event, right? Don't be nervous, just think of it as gaining experience this time and see what happens to me."
Soon it was Jiao Guilin's turn to play, and he really didn't boast. Although he didn't get a perfect score, he only missed the target once, and his results were very impressive.
"It's a pity that the gunman shook a little, otherwise it would have been a perfect score. This did not show my full strength at all."
Seeing Jiao Guilin's arrogant look, Hu Kuishan sneered.
"Look at what you can do, don't you still miss the target?"
Yang Haoran smiled leisurely and said nothing, and soon it was his turn to play.
"Brother Yang, come on, as long as you get half the target percentage, you are qualified. You don't need to be nervous."
Yang Haoran was speechless for Jiao Guilin's encouragement.
Half the target rate is equal to half the miss rate. Who are you looking down on?
Without any explanation, Yang Haoran walked to the shooting position and took a shooting stance.
With a whistle, the first Frisbee was ejected.
With a bang, Yang Haoran pulled the trigger, and the flying disc fell down.
"What a fast reaction speed. Brother Yang has hidden it well. It seems that there is no problem in catching up with Pink's result."
Jiao Guilin couldn't help but admired.
Hu Kuishan sneered and said nothing. The Viper also had a poisonous tongue, so he didn't speak or listen.
Chapter completed!