Chapter 119 If you cant win, Ill fry fish for you with the palm of my hand!
The atmosphere in the small shooting range suddenly became tense.
The division staff stared at Li Zheng's target with wide eyes.
No one doubts Huang Jun's shooting ability.
But for Li Zheng, who holds the rank of private, if it were not for the previous round of competition, no one would take him seriously.
But things are different now.
For a private to be able to fight 50 times is a great thing in itself.
What's more, this man is still a soldier brought out by Zhuang Yan.
Bang——
As soon as he lay down, Li Zheng shot first.
This shot directly affected Huang Jun.
He never expected that Li Zheng would shoot before him.
Originally, his speed was not slow. If Li Zheng was slower than 0.5 seconds in shooting, he would have already pulled the trigger.
It was just the unexpected gunshot that completely disrupted his rhythm.
He couldn't help but glance at Li Zheng's target position.
It is said that when a master competes with others, winning or losing is the difference between Sumeru.
Standing outside the firing line, Zhuang Yan saw Huang Jun's inconspicuous move and knew that he had lost.
"Commander Huang is probably in trouble."
Hou Jun next to him was also a master. He also saw Huang Jun's actions and sighed with a wry smile.
He didn't know whether it was better to be happy or unhappy.
He said he was happy because Li Zheng was his own soldier. Being able to be in the limelight certainly brought glory to his own face.
She said she was unhappy because after taking it for two months, the effect was not as good as taking it with Zhuang Yan for a week.
Maybe this is the difference.
Bah——
Huang Jun finally calmed down and fired the first shot.
Behind them, Staff Bai and others had already had a layer of sweat on their foreheads.
They are all experts, and it is clear at a glance who has the upper hand and who is the lower hand.
"That kid fights so fast? He doesn't care about precision for speed?"
A staff officer behind him, perhaps to cheer himself up, found an excuse to make everyone feel a little relieved.
"Yes, it seems that he was blinded."
"Speed is useless, this is precision shooting."
Everyone started to comfort each other.
Only Staff Officer Bai didn't say anything. He picked up the observation glass and looked at Li Zheng's target.
Bang——
Bang——
Bang——
The gunshots continued.
Staff Officer Bai's face became increasingly ugly.
The staff officer next to him was still scrambling to take a look at the observation glass at first, but then when he saw the expression on Staff Bai's face, he vaguely guessed something and became completely quiet.
This time, the small shooting range became surprisingly quiet.
No other sounds could be heard except the rhythmic gunshots.
After firing 10 rounds of bullets, Huang Jun stood up, checked the gun, and walked directly in front of Li Zheng.
Li Zheng quickly put down his gun and wanted to salute.
The other party directly pressed Li Zheng's hand and saluted him.
After saluting, he turned around and left, leaving the small shooting range without looking back.
"Hey, why are you leaving?"
"Huang Jun! What are you doing!"
The young staff officers roughly knew what happened, but were unwilling to accept the result.
Huang Jun completed the shooting about 3 seconds slower than Li Zheng.
However, the accuracy has not been tested yet.
Everyone thought that maybe Li Zheng would make a mistake.
Just one missed shot is enough.
Staff Officer Bai did not say anything, walked up to Zhuang Yan, saluted, and then said: "Chief Staff Zhuang, your soldiers are so powerful!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
The group of young staff officers looked at each other in disbelief for a long time, and finally someone said: "Let's go, we lose."
As a result, everyone left cheering.
The small shooting range became quiet again.
Suddenly, Zhang Jianpo shouted with some grievance: "They're all gone, what about me?"
Hou Jun pointed to the bullet box on the ground: "Let's shoot!"
Zhang Jian felt angry in his heart.
He thought he still had a chance to play, thought he still had a chance to show off his skills.
As a result, the staff members left immediately after competing with Li Zheng. I had been excited for a long time and felt that Li Zheng and I were practicing guns together. If he could do it, I would be able to do it too. As he improved, he would definitely make a leap forward.
A new recruit beat the division staff in shooting, which was enough for him to brag about to his father for a whole page in his letter.
He even imagined in his mind that after his father received the news from him, a long-lost smile would appear on his face that had been holding the poker for a long time.
Zhang Jian hasn't seen his father smile for a long time.
The reason is also very simple. When I was taking the college entrance examination, my father's suggestion was to go to a military academy, but in order to stay in Donghai City and see Shao Xiaoqian, I chose to apply for the physical education department of a university in Donghai.
The result was that his father became furious, pointed at his nose and scolded him for being a piece of mud that couldn't hold up the wall.
From the beginning of college to the present, father and son have exchanged less than ten sentences. The two men, who are directly related by blood, have become the most familiar strangers living under the same roof.
But now...
Nothing is left.
Zhang Jian, holding back his anger, lay on the ground and fired at the target. After finishing one magazine, he replaced it with another.
Zhuang Yan looked at him, and Hou Jun looked at him too. They didn't know why the recruit suddenly became so angry.
On the way back from training at noon that day, Zhuang Yan held the steering wheel, looked at the road ahead, and said to the two of them without looking back: "After today, my mission is completed. Your results are enough to graduate. Come here tomorrow."
Live ammunition shooting, the assessment the day after tomorrow will depend on your own performance."
Li Zheng asked: "Chief, can we definitely defeat Zhuang Haoran?"
Zhuang Yan said: "No."
Li Zheng was slightly startled, and Zhang Jian was also a little dumbfounded.
Finally, Li Zheng was unwilling to ask: "Why?"
Zhuang Yan said: "Because shooting is a strange thing, there is no 100% certainty. Now you just have the capital to fight Zhuang Haoran. As for whether you can win, it depends on your performance on the spot. Others have practiced for so many years, and he also has
Training does not come in vain. There are skills in military quality, but there are no opportunistic tricks, and there are no shortcuts."
Li Zheng smiled: "I was scared to death. I thought the chief said we had no chance of winning."
Zhuang Yan looked in the rearview mirror and glanced at Li Zheng in the back seat. He felt that the young man had a good attitude. He looked at Zhang Jian again. He was still holding his breath, bulging like a frog.
"On the day of the assessment, I will personally go to the new corps to watch you practice. Don't let me down then."
Li Zheng said confidently: "Please don't worry, chief. If you can't win, I will fry fish for you with the palm of my hand!"
"Hahahahaha!"
After listening to Li Zheng's words, Hou Jun and Zhuang Yan couldn't help it and started laughing.
The car returned to the 2nd Recruit Battalion and stopped next to the basketball court. Wen Lei, the commander of the second platoon, looked at Li Zheng and Hou Jun. Zhang Jianyou got out of the car talking and laughing, his face full of overflowing expressions.
of confidence and ease.
"It seems a little different..."
The sixth shift deputy next to him seemed to notice something different.
"When I came back before, they looked like eggplants battered by frost. What happened today? It seems like a Chinese New Year..."
He looked at his platoon leader Wen Lei.
Wen Lei held his right elbow with his left hand, and picked at his clean chin with two fingers of his right hand, as if the truth was buried in his chin.
After picking at it for a while, he put down his hand and said to the sixth squad deputy: "Assemble the soldiers in the platoon and go to the shooting range to occupy positions early. In the past two days, you will focus on physical fitness in the morning and evening, and practice gunnery during the day!"
After finishing speaking, he said to himself: "I really don't believe this is evil..."