Zhang Yong and Lu Gao were very nervous when they heard this, and when they wanted to do something, the shooting competition below had already begun.
The weapons used by both sides were common standard pistols, with a total of five sets of bullets and thirty-five gun targets. Because it was a friendly competition, there was no time requirement for victory or defeat, but both sides were required to complete the shooting within five minutes.
Among them, 15 fixed targets are set up according to 10 meters, 15 meters, and 25 meters. The rest are all the most difficult moving targets, including mixed moving targets. It is difficult to hit them all with thirty-five bullets.
It is undoubtedly very exaggerated.
Zhao Qi's best result was to hit 30 shots, all of which were failed on the final mixed moving target. However, his score was already the highest in the region, and the second-place record was even less than his.
Two hits were recorded.
Zhao Qi is actually very familiar with this kind of practice. Moreover, this is his main venue. He can know the location of each target with his eyes closed.
The other party didn't have time to adapt to the positions of these gun targets, let alone be able to compete with him.
That's why Zhao Qi felt that Ye Qiu was making a fuss out of a molehill.
"Ready, start!"
After receiving the instructions from the command platform, a caller waved to the two people and shouted.
Zhao Qi's face tightened and he was about to take action.
Rocky twisted his neck, suddenly gave him a joking smile, then suddenly raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
Zhao Qi's eyes suddenly widened.
"What is this guy doing?
Now he has not reached the shooting position at all. The distance must be at least 15 meters away. If he wants to design a 10-meter target, it will be 25 meters away. But for me, this distance is 100% sure. This guy
Do you want to give me a kick?"
Zhao Qi understood this and sneered.
The next moment.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of sounds sounded.
Soon there was a surprised voice from the observer: "The 10-meter target was all hit!"
Just when Zhao Qi thought that Rocky, just showing off his skills first, would run to the shooting point and continue the design.
Rocky showed him a provocative smile again, raised his hand, quickly replaced the magazine, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang! The observer's voice sounded: "The 15-meter target was all hit!"
In fact, this distance has reached 30 meters, and the accuracy of normal pistol bullets at this distance is actually very poor. Even a sharpshooter cannot control it well.
Zhao Qi was not 100% sure at this distance, but this guy actually hit all five shots! This made him break out in a cold sweat, and he stared at the opponent, wanting to see what his next move would be.
He won't stand still and shoot.
And Rocky told him directly through actions that the distance of 40 meters was not a problem for him! "Bang, bang, bang!"
The observer shouted in shock: "All five shots on the 25-meter target hit!"
Rocky whistled, glanced at Zhao Qi contemptuously, and then rushed forward. Regardless of what Zhao Qi was doing, he started heading straight for the shooting area of the moving target.
Zhao Qi's head was covered with cold sweat, he was holding the gun in his hand tightly, his eyes were filled with ferociousness.
This was Chi Guoguo's provocation! If he hadn't stood still and shot like Rocky, even if he won the opponent in the end, his victory would not be glorious. It could even be said to be embarrassing, and he didn't even challenge others.
I don't even have the guts.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qi gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pulled the trigger suddenly.
"Bang bang bang!"
"All five shots hit the 10-meter target!"
The observers shouted excitedly, applauding their idol.
But Zhao Qi's hands were covered in sweat, and he didn't feel any sense of relief in his heart. Instead, he felt that his hands were extremely heavy, and he even felt that there was no way to compare.
But if there is no competition, then the shame will only be greater.
He quickly changed the magazine, then aimed at the target, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Uh..." The observer lost his voice for a moment, and after a while he said: "Four of the five shots hit, and one missed the target."
In the stands.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Gilbaf's face, and he glanced at Zhang Hezhi beside him, but said nothing more.
Zhang Hezhi's expression didn't change much, but everyone knew how unhappy he was feeling right now.
The officers and soldiers of Zhihe Base who were sitting next to them also had heavy expressions on their faces.
Zhao Qi's face also turned pale, his body was wet with sweat, and he was trembling a little when he took out the new magazine.
"10-meter moving target, all five shots hit!"
"15-meter moving target, all five shots hit!"
"25-meter moving target, all five shots hit!"
"30-meter mixed moving target, five shots... all hits!"
Rocky had already finished the competition, walked towards Zhao Qi, smiled contemptuously at him, and said, "Do you still dare to compete?"
All 35 shots hit, and even the most difficult mixed moving target did not stump the opponent at all.
Zhao Qi's face looked a little pale.
Rocky laughed loudly: "It seems that your Eastern soldiers are no more than this!"
This sound was extremely harsh in Zhao Qi's ears, and it also made him completely lose all his mentality.
Ye Qiu took one look and said: "Zhao Qi has no way to compete."
Zhang Yong and Lu Gao looked shocked when they heard this: "What should we do?"
Ye Qiu moved his wrist and said with a sigh: "Oh, I can't help it. Who told me not to embarrass this old man like Lao Zhang? I have to go down and meet them."
After speaking, he patted the two people on the shoulders and said, "Let me tell you what it means to be a top professional soldier."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped down from the three-meter-high stand and walked towards Zhao Qi.
Zhang Yong and Lu Gao looked excited, but they quickly thought of a question: "You've already missed one target, and you can't win if you hit all the rest?"
On the high platform.
Someone saw Ye Qiu going down and suddenly shouted: "What is he doing?"
Zhang Hezhi took a look, thought for a while and said: "Mr. Gilbaf, it seems that the people you have prepared are good. This is my poor hospitality. Now let's change people to compete."
Gilbaf smiled and said, "No problem."
Anyway, Dongfang has already missed the target once. Even if the rest of them hit the target, they still can't win. He doesn't care at all.
"Give me the gun!"
Zhao Qi held the gun, looked at Ye Qiu who was walking over, and gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing here?"
Ye Qiu sneered: "Can you still compete in this state?
Look at Lao Zhang for yourself, I guess he has agreed to the replacement."
Zhao Qi subconsciously looked towards the high platform and saw Zhang Hezhi nodding towards him.
Zhao Qi's breath was stagnant, but he also knew that his situation was really uncertain, and it was a shame for him to retreat in the face of battle, but no matter how shameful it was, it was not worse than Dongfang's humiliation.
Thinking of this, he handed the gun to Ye Qiu: "Don't lose too badly."
Ye Qiu took the gun and magazine without checking it, raised the gun in his hand and said, "Loose?
This word has never been entered in my dictionary!"