Zhou Zhen turned around and glanced at Zhang Zheng, a glimmer of light flashing in his dull eyes.
"You mean, Mo Wen may not lose?"
A flash of surprise flashed in Zhang Zheng's eyes. This was the first time he saw a battalion commander commenting on a young man like this. Battalion Commander Zhou Zhen was not an ordinary battalion commander, but one of the three special battalion commanders of the 19th Group Army.
"The results haven't come out yet, who can say for sure. If he can really win, I will give him the highest score during this military training."
Chief Instructor Zhou Zhen said calmly.
On the shooting range, Shao Jianyang raised his gun and aimed, and the next moment there was a loud gunshot.
"Ten rings."
In the distance, the referee's voice sounded.
"I hit it. I really hit the target. Brother Shao's shooting skills are simply superb!"
"As expected of Brother Shao, with him taking action, what else can happen to the Fourth Battalion?"
"Moving targets can reveal true strength. I'm afraid Mo Wen was dumbfounded."
…
Shao Jianyang's first shot hit the target, and a burst of warm cheers suddenly erupted in the area of the third battalion.
"It's your turn. I hope you won't be eliminated too early, otherwise it will be too boring."
Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen with a sneer. On the shooting range, he had absolute confidence to ravage Mo Wen and compete with him in marksmanship? Mo Wen should wait for a few more years before talking.
Mo Wen smiled flatly, rubbed the rifle in his hand, and walked to the shooting range unhurriedly.
Although pistols have advantages on the shooting range, rifles have too much recoil and bullets tend to miss, but Mo Wen just likes rifles.
A semi-automatic rifle can shoot more than a dozen bullets per second, which is not comparable to a pistol.
boom!
Mo Wen walked onto the shooting range without any hesitation. He raised his gun and fired with smooth and coherent movements.
After one shot, he walked down without even looking.
"Ten rings!"
In the distance, the referee began to report the results.
"It's a hit! Mo Wen also has ten rings, haha!"
"Awesome, so awesome. As expected of the fourth battalion, the third battalion is so arrogant."
…
In the first camp area, Qin Xiaoyou stared at Mo Wen, clasping his little hands tightly, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Xiao You, why are you so excited? You don't really like that Mo Wen, do you?"
A short-haired girl walked up to Qin Xiaoyou and said jokingly.
"Bah, what are you talking about? Be careful I scratch you."
Qin Xiaoyou glared hard at the short-haired girl.
"That Mo Wen is really very capable. Since you don't like him, how about I tell him that you don't like him and let him consider me?"
The short-haired girl looked at Qin Xiaoyou narrowly, as if she felt good about Mo Wen.
"Go ahead and see how happy you are. You are so proactive and others don't know what to think."
Qin Xiaoyou snorted softly and looked like you should go quickly.
In the second round, a young man from the third battalion came on stage, with a Chinese character face and a very steady demeanor. His ability to persist until now is of course inseparable from his steady temperament.
He raised his gun and took aim, waiting for two or three minutes before a gunshot rang out.
"Eight rings."
Unfortunately, the referee's voice in the distance announced that he was eliminated. It is definitely not easy to hit the tenth ring on a moving target.
The third battalion eliminated another person, and then it was Wang Yuan's turn.
Wang Yuan took a deep breath, did a couple of warm-up exercises, and then walked onto the shooting range.
boom!
"Nine rings."
After a gunshot, it was nine rings. There was only one ring difference to pass the level. Unfortunately, Wang Yuan still lacked a little luck.
"Don't ask, just hold on!"
Wang Yuan smiled bitterly and left the shooting range helplessly.
Next, it was the turn of the people from the third battalion.
No surprise, the man from the third camp passed the seventh ring and was eliminated.
At this time, there were only two people left in the third camp, and as for the fourth camp, only one person, Mo Wen, was left.
One on two, the situation is still not good.
After the third camp, it was naturally Mo Wen's turn.
"Don't ask, keep your gun steady. Don't be eliminated without meeting me. That would be embarrassing."
Not far away, Shao Jianyang crossed his arms and looked at Mo Wen playfully.
He liked the pleasure of stepping down on Mo Wen bit by bit in front of everyone. If Mo Wen was eliminated after one or two hits, he would be bored.
Mo Wen walked to the shooting range with an expressionless face. The sound of cheers from the fourth battalion kept ringing in the distance, but he completely turned a deaf ear to it.
It was very simple to raise the gun and shoot, the movements were coherent without any lag. After the gunshot, he walked back with a calm expression.
It seemed that the result was already known and there was no intention of waiting for the referee to announce the result.
"Bullseye Ten Rings."
As soon as he walked off the shooting range, the referee's voice rang.
"Ten rings again! He's hit again."
"It's amazing. He hit the tenth ring twice. I don't know if Shao Jianyang can persist. Maybe the fourth battalion might actually win the third battalion."
…
"Good boy, your skills are really good."
Instructor Zhang Zhangzheng clenched his fist hard, and a stone weighing on his heart finally fell. He had not had much hope for the shooting competition before, but Mo Wen's performance once again ignited his hope.
Shao Jianyang narrowed his eyes slightly. Mo Wen's shot just now was very random, but it hit the target. If the shot before was a fluke, then it is definitely not a fluke now.
"interesting!"
Shao Jianyang's lips curled up with a hint of amusement, and he re-examined Mo Wen. However, the stronger Mo Wen was, the stronger his fighting spirit was, and the more he would feel a sense of accomplishment if he stepped on him.
From the bottom of his heart, Shao Jianyang disliked Mo Wen. The relationship between Mo Wen and Qin Xiaoyou was like a thorn in his heart. How could such a perfect girl have someone he liked, just a simple concern?
Will not work.
After Mo Wen, it was the turn of the Third Battalion again, but it was not Shao Jianyang, but another student of the Third Battalion. According to the rotation rules, Shao Jianyang was the next one.
For Mo Wen, it was now a one-on-two situation.
boom!
"Ten rings."
The referee's voice sounded, and it turned out that he had hit the mark. The student became the third person in the field to hit the tenth ring on the moving target.
He glanced at Mo Wen curiously and walked off the shooting range.
The students of the Third Battalion hit the target, and the school grounds once again became commotion. People who had previously been very optimistic about Mo Wen started to dislike Mo Wen.
In the current situation, Mo Wen was still one-on-two, and they were the two people with the highest shooting skills in the third battalion.
It was Mo Wen's turn to take the field again. At this time, it was already his third shot at the moving target, and the people in the third battalion only fired one shot. The large number of people really gave them a big advantage.
But Mo Wen didn't care. The moving target was only a hundred meters away. For him, throwing a throwing knife could hit the target, let alone a precise firearm.
The moving target shakes at a constant speed. As long as the shaking speed and distance are grasped, it will be no different from shooting at a fixed target. Of course, it is easy to say but difficult to do.
The third shot, Mo Wen hit the target again.
Shao Jianyang appeared next and hit the bullseye easily.
The fourth shot Mo Wen hit again, there seemed to be no suspense.
But when it was the turn of the second student of the Third Battalion, he failed. There was great uncertainty in the moving target, so failure was normal.
To be able to hit the target like Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang, the level must be beyond the ordinary range.
The fifth shot, Mo Wen, still hit the target.
Shao Jianyang also won.
Sixth shot
seventh shot
The eighth shot
Ninth shot
The two of them went back and forth, competing all the way to the tenth shot, but there was no winner.
The venue was quiet, and the students watching the battle were already a little numb. Some were even wondering whether the two would continue to compete like this.
The excellent performance of the two people gave people the illusion that they would never miss. It seemed that the particularly difficult moving target became a super easy shooting.
"Sir, I request that the difficulty of the competition be increased."
Shao Jianyang finally couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't expect that Dao Mo Wen was so strong. If he continued to compete, he was even a little worried that he would miss accidentally.
So he wanted to request a more difficult shooting method to determine the outcome in one fell swoop.