After the results were announced, the scene was once again in an uproar.
The first battalion commander couldn't help but look at Zhang Jian a few more times.
The soldiers of the fourth company cheered.
Zhang Jian is a soldier of the Fourth Company, which is the honor of the Fourth Company.
Even Fatty Wei, who had always been in various confrontations with Zhang Jian, couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "Not to mention, this guy's shooting skills are good."
After finishing speaking, I still felt that I owed something, so I added: "It's a pity that Li Zheng is here. Li Zheng must be no worse than him."
"Target No. 4..."
The recorder began to repeat almost the same words again as if chanting a sutra.
The big guy's heart started to choose again, and his neck stretched again.
Target position No. 4 belongs to Li Zheng.
This is Li Zheng’s achievement.
The walkie-talkie in the recorder's hand buzzed twice, and then the target reporter's voice came.
"Target No. 4, ring 44..."
"Wow! What happened!"
This time, the scene exploded.
3 44 rings.
What a coincidence.
These are no ordinary coincidences.
Even Zhang Wenqing and several division leaders were surprised.
"Isn't this what you guys agreed upon?"
Zhang Wenqing couldn't help but laugh.
"It's all the same number."
"Target No. 5..."
Then, it was time to announce the results of the favorite, Zhuang Haoran, who ranked second in four consecutive matches.
The most nervous person present was Wen Lei.
The palms of my hands were full of sweat. I rubbed them again and again, but they were still wet.
"What the hell..."
Suddenly, a hilarious sentence came from the walkie-talkie in the recorder's hand.
The recorder took the walkie-talkie and asked the other party: "What's wrong?"
There was silence on the other end for a while, as if they were checking something.
Finally, the intercom rang: "You don't believe it even if I tell you, it's still 44..."
The recorder was also petrified.
I have been a shooting range recorder at least a hundred times, and I have never seen four consecutive 44 rings.
"See clearly?"
The recorder was a clerical clerk, so he couldn't help but ask more questions.
"Make no mistake."
The target reporter on the other end was also a veteran. Feeling that his professionalism was offended, he retorted directly on the intercom: "If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."
The scorer stopped asking questions this time and recorded the results directly on paper.
Next, the results of another soldier from the third battalion were announced.
Fortunately, there were no 44 rings, one 38 ring, and one 39 ring this time.
The entire third battalion was wiped out.
The third battalion commander's face was darker than that of Black Tornado Li Kui.
The battalion commander was not happy either.
I thought I could eliminate all opponents except Zhuang Haoran in one round, but I didn’t expect that two soldiers in this row could actually hit 44.
He also wanted to curse him.
So he asked Zhang Wenqing: "Deputy division commander, four 44s, how to deal with this?"
Zhang Wenqing said: "Then let's play another round."
If we play another round, we can’t have the same number of rings, right?
So, the remaining four soldiers who had hit 44 rings lay down again and fired another five bullets.
This time, after the gunfire stopped, everyone craned their necks to wait for news.
This time, the wait took longer.
For five full minutes, there was no movement from the target announcer.
Everyone was a little anxious and began to speculate.
"Is there any mistake? It takes so long to register a target?"
"Yes, it's not like giving birth to cubs, the cubs have already been born!"
"Did you hit the wrong target again?"
All kinds of speculations are flying.
Deputy division commander Zhang Wenqing was also full of doubts and called a soldier over to ask what was going on.
The soldier ran all the way towards the target trench.
When I arrived at the target, I saw several target reporters gathered around the target and looked at it again and again, one after another.
"What's wrong with you! You haven't reported the target for so long. The deputy division commander asked me to ask you what you are doing!"
Several target reporters turned around, and one of them pointed at the target and made a sign of invitation.
"Come and see for yourself."
The veteran frowned and walked to the target. When he saw it, he was dumbfounded...
The ring number was finally announced via the intercom.
"Target No. 2, 45..."
"Target No. 3, 45..."
"Target No. 4, 45..."
"Target No. 5, 45..."
…
The whole place fell silent.
The recorder held the walkie-talkie and couldn't bear it after listening to the target report. He asked again: "Are you sure the number of rings is okay?!"
"No problem!" The target reporter looked a little irritable: "The deputy division commander has sent someone over to take a look. How about you come over and take a look yourself?"
The recordkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then started recording the results again. While recording, he cursed again: "Today is really a hell."
Twice in a row, 4 people, 4 targets, same ring number.
Zhang Wenqing has led troops for many years, and today is an eye-opener.
"Is there something wrong with the gun?" He couldn't help laughing, and turned around to joke with several battalion commanders: "Do you think we should fight?"
The first battalion commander certainly refused to admit defeat. He had full confidence in Li Yunpeng and said loudly: "Of course we have to fight! There can only be one first."
Zhang Wenqing asked Second Battalion Commander Liang Hu again: "What do you think?"
Liang Hu said: "It's up to me."
The commander of the third battalion did not need to ask. He made his own statement: "My soldiers have all been eliminated. It doesn't matter to me what the decision is."
When Zhang Wenqing was thinking about another round, Li Yunpeng on the shooting ground raised his hand.
"Report!"
The on-site commander looked up and asked, "Say!"
Li Yunpeng looked left and right and at the other three opponents. He mustered up the courage and spoke his thoughts loudly: "I request to increase the difficulty!"
The on-site commander asked: "What level of difficulty do you want to increase?"
Li Yunpeng said: "I want to hit a moving target! Shooting a fixed target is boring!"
His words were like a grenade thrown into the crowd, exploding with a bang, shocking many people.
Even the veterans are unconvinced.
200m moving target?
This is really interesting.
The commander asked again: "You mean the 200-meter chest ring target moving target?"
Li Yunpeng's voice was still full of confidence: "Yes! That's right! Because the enemies on the battlefield are not dead, they are alive, and they will not stand there for you to aim at!"
The commander felt that what the recruit said made sense, but he couldn't make a decision on this matter, so he turned around and ran to Zhang Wenqing.
"Deputy Commander Zhang, the recruit at target position 2 has made a request. He wants to shoot a moving target."
The smile on Zhang Wenqing's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by surprise: "200-meter moving target? Are you talking about a corsage target or a bust target?"
The commander replied: "He means the chest ring target. He said that the enemy on the battlefield is alive and will not stand there and let himself shoot."
Zhang Wenqing stood up and said: "Okay!"
He personally came to the firing line and looked at the four recruits, glancing over each of them with approval and pride in his eyes.
"Did you all hear it? He proposed to shoot a 200-meter moving target. Do you agree or not?"
Zhuang Haoran knew the difficulty of this rule, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "I agree!"
When Zhang Jian saw Zhuang Haoran agreeing, how could he admit defeat? Even if there was a sea of fire in front of him, he would jump down at this moment.