After some negotiation, Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang both agreed to increase the difficulty of the competition. The moving target seemed to be no obstacle to them.
Finally, the moving target was replaced by a flying saucer, and the flying saucer launcher continuously launched flying saucers 100 meters apart. In the end, the student with the most flying saucers won.
After some arrangements, Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang began to compete again.
Both people have one minute, and whoever can hit more flying saucers in one minute is the winner.
"Don't ask, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Shao Jianyang raised his eyebrows and sneered.
"Huh? What are you betting on?" Mo Wen glanced at Shao Jianyang.
"The loser should get under the opponent's crotch and learn how to bark three times."
Shao Jianyang's secret test seemed to be a sure win.
"Are you sure?"
Mo Wen said with a strange look on his face.
"Why, are you scared?" Shao Jianyang sneered.
"Okay." Mo Wen smiled. Since Shao Jianyang wanted to die, he couldn't even think about it.
When the game started, Shao Jianyang was the first to play. He stepped forward, glanced at Mo Wen coldly, and raised a confident smile on his lips.
"The flying saucer launcher is ready, the countdown begins."
The referee stepped forward and after speaking, he pressed the timer. At the same time, five flying saucer launchers placed twenty meters away began to spray flying saucers out, once every five seconds, five flying saucers at a time.
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Shao Jianyang's spirit tensed up instantly. He stared at the sky a hundred meters away. The firearm in his hand was also replaced by a rifle. The firing speed of the pistol was simply impossible to compare with that of the rifle. It was difficult to shoot down five missiles flying out at the same time with a pistol.
A flying saucer.
However, the accuracy and recoil of the rifle are very high, much higher than that of the pistol, so the difficulty is also increased a lot.
Even Shao Jianyang was not confident that he could shoot down five flying saucers in a short period of time. If he could hit two, that was already amazing.
The moment the flying saucer was launched, Shao Jianyang fired. The high-speed flying saucer exploded in the air, one after another, with few missing.
"Shao Jianyang is indeed a marksman. With his shooting skills, I am afraid that no ordinary soldier in the entire 19th Army can compare with him."
A flash of emotion flashed in Zhou Zhen's eyes, and he shook his head with some regret. Although the battalion he led was a special operations battalion, there was probably no one in the entire battalion who could compare with Shao Jianyang in terms of shooting level.
Although there are many experts in the special operations camp, they are only compared to ordinary people. Zhou Zhen is ranked as a lieutenant colonel at a young age, so he naturally knows many things that ordinary people do not know. There is a type of people whose level has exceeded the common sense of ordinary people.
It's not that there are no talents in the army. There are also many mysterious troops in the army, and the combat effectiveness of those people is terrifying. But let alone ordinary soldiers, it is difficult for even a colonel like Zhou Zhen to come into contact with such troops.
Zhang Zhangzheng stared at the shooting range in the distance intently. Although he had underestimated Mo Wen before, when he saw Mo Wen hitting the moving target with perfect accuracy, he knew that he still underestimated him.
One minute is not long, but on the school field at this time, one minute feels very long.
Everyone's eyes are fixed on Shao Jianyang, wondering what kind of results he can achieve in the end.
UFOs kept exploding in the sky. For ordinary students, the scene in front of them was simply unbelievable. They usually only had scenes in movies, but they actually appeared before their eyes.
And as soon as they appeared, there were two great people, and everyone wanted to know who would have the last laugh.
At this time, let alone the first and second battalions, the students of the third and fourth battalions had all forgotten to cheer for their own teams. They were completely attracted by the wonderful scene in front of them. Faced with such a wonderful duel, the students of the battalions
The competition between them seems to be indifferent.
Everyone focused their attention on Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang. The entire venue was silent, and only the rapid and nervous breathing could be heard.
A layer of fine beads of sweat began to appear on Shao Jianyang's forehead. As time went by, his accuracy gradually declined, his highly concentrated spirit began to show fatigue, and his concentration rate gradually dropped.
A minute later, the device that continuously sprayed flying saucers in the distance suddenly stopped. Shao Jianyang fired his last shot, but it came up empty.
He took a deep breath, put down the rifle, and walked off the shooting range with a calm expression.
Although he was not very satisfied with the results, he had basically developed his level to the extreme. He did not believe that Mo Wen could beat him.
"Shao Jianyang, hit 31 flying saucers, now comes Mo Wen."
The referee in the distance began to report Shao Jianyang's results and organized the next round of shooting.
A relaxed smile appeared on Shao Jianyang's lips. The 31 flying saucers were still within his acceptable range, at least the concentration rate was more than half.
If the flying saucer launching device launches once every five seconds, five flying saucers are launched at a time, then 60 flying saucers can be launched in one minute.
31 of the 60 flying saucers hit the target, which is an amazing result.
As soon as Shao Jianyang's results were announced, there was a gasp of air-conditioning in the school grounds. It was unbelievable that such a densely packed flying saucer, flying at such a fast speed, could hit half of it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid no one would tell anyone.
believe.
Mo Wen licked his lips, walked to the center of the shooting range, silently loaded and checked the firearm, his whole expression became serious.
Flying saucer shooting is also a big challenge for him. If he recovers all his cultivation, it will be a piece of cake. But his current physical fitness and internal Qi cultivation are far from comparable to that in that life.
His insight, eyesight, mental strength, shooting speed, nerve response ability, familiarity with the body, etc. are far less than before, and he does not have the confidence to definitely hit all the flying saucers.
But dealing with a mere Shao Jianyang?
A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. No matter how much he regressed, he was still a miracle doctor and the top martial arts master in the world. How could he be compared to a young boy?
"The second round begins."
The referee blew the whistle a few times and then suddenly waved the flag in his hand.
Almost at the same time, the flying saucer launcher in the distance ejected flying saucers again, five at a time, once every five seconds.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and he raised his gun in an instant, with the butt of the gun pressed against his shoulder, and the bullets in the barrel spurted out like tongues of flame.
In the distant sky, red flowers are blooming one after another, and red smoke rises and falls, one after another.
The brilliance in the sky attracts everyone's attention. Shao Jianyang's view in the distance is much more exciting. It seems that not a single flying saucer has been leaked.
"How is that possible!"
Shao Jianyang stood up from his seat and looked at the sky on the shooting range in disbelief, his face extremely pale.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, there must be a mistake somewhere."
He kept shaking his head, not believing that the scene before him was real.
There hasn’t been a single mistake. So far, Mo Wen hasn’t made a single mistake. It’s simply unbelievable.
With his shooting skills, he only hit 31 people. Don’t ask how he could hit them all! If it’s fake, it must be fake.
Qin Xiaoyou clenched her jade hand tightly and looked nervously at the shooting range, looking excited and nervous at the same time.
"Okay, good job."
Zhou Zhen, who was in the Fourth Camp area, also stood up from the grass, his eyes filled with joy.
Anyone could see at this point that if Mo Wen could persevere, he would definitely be able to defeat Shao Jianyang.
Zhang Zhangzheng looked at the sky in the distance in a daze. How a person could have such a powerful marksmanship was like something out of a movie.
The five hundred students of the Fourth Battalion burst into unprecedented cheers, and the bursting red mist in the distant sky was as festive as fireworks.
A minute later, Mo Wen slowly put down the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, a murky breath came out of his mouth, but his eyes were shining and his expression was high.
"Don't ask, hit 60 flying saucers, the success rate is 100%."
In the distance, the referee's voice sounded, and the voice was filled with disbelief.
I have never seen a person with such terrifying marksmanship. He just hit wherever he pointed, without missing a beat.
"Xiao You, that Mo Wen really has nothing to do with you? If it really doesn't, will I take action?"
The short-haired girl next to Qin Xiaoyou grabbed Qin Xiaoyou's hand and said with stars in her eyes.
"anthomaniac."
Qin Xiaoyou shook her hand away fiercely and rolled her eyes with contempt.
"Tch, aren't you jealous? He also said that he and you are just ordinary friends. If you say that again in the future, I won't be polite. Then Mo Wen is so handsome, and that's how men should be."
The short-haired girl clenched her fist fiercely, as if she were a she-wolf preparing to pounce on the lamb.
"Xiao Fei, you don't believe that people will like you, a woman like you."
Qin Xiaoyou looked at Feifei Wang up and down and curled her lips disdainfully.
"What! You dare to say that I am a bitch, seeking death, right? See if I don't eat you."