Qin Mingze's cronies all stood on the left side, and Qin Nianzhen's Qin family troops all stood on the right side.
They looked at each other and waved their fists from time to time to add to the fun.
This posture gave Qiao Ran a huge headache.
Why does it feel like being forced into the arena??
She held her forehead, it was so childish, she was so old, she still had to compete with others in her marksmanship, and there were so many people watching.
For a moment, I felt like I was in a zoo.
"Don't worry, we are all our own. Just hit him as you like." Qin Ninzhen patted Qiao Ran's shoulder gently and smiled softly.
Regardless of the score, who wins in the end.
Being able to compete with Qin Mingze is enough to gain recognition from the entire army. Because she knows very well that Qin Mingze is also a rare sharpshooter in the world.
Qin Mingze and Qiao Ran walked to the stage respectively. In front of them were air rifles specially used for training, as well as headphones.
Directly in front, on the big screen, someone has already connected the device, clearly showing the current game status.
On average, each person shoots ten shots, and the one with the highest total score wins.
Zuo Chenye walked to Qiao Ran and encouraged her in her ear, "You are the best, I believe in you."
Qiao Ran glanced at Zuo Chenye and said, "Bring the gun butt from my bag. I went to the hardware market on the outskirts of the city today and got this gun butt. I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly."
Zuo Chenye nodded, turned around and came to the door of the shooting range, picked up the bag Qiao Ran had just put down, and found the gun stock she mentioned inside.
Then, he stepped forward and handed the gun butt to Qiao Ran.
"Can you put it on?"
Qiao Ran weighed it and said, "No problem. I specially customized it to fit the shape of my hand exactly."
Qin Mingze glanced at Qiao Ran.
He took the initiative and suggested: "I'm a man, I'll shoot first. I'll shoot all ten shots. After the total score is calculated, you can start shooting again. How about that?"
By doing this, he is actually giving in to his opponent on the field. After all, the total score has been announced, and the second shooter can adjust his own state based on the total score. He will not be too nervous or under too much pressure during the process.
leading to abnormal performance.
"Of course, if you want to shoot them all first, you can."
"Okay. You go first." Qiao Ran accepted Qin Mingze's love.
She smiled coldly. If she was asked to shoot ten bullets first, she was afraid that Qin Mingze would collapse on the spot.
"Okay, don't regret it. I gave you a choice." Qin Mingze's smile was evil.
He raised his air rifle.
Aim for the bull's-eye, squint, and aim.
"boom."
"Bang bang bang!"
Qin Mingze's results kept popping up on the big screen.
"10.8,10.9,10.9,10.8,10.9,10.9..."
Immediately afterwards, the screen seemed to freeze. Qin Mingze's score was frozen at 10.9 and never moved again.
Until all ten shots are finished.
In other words, except for two shots of 10.8, Qin Mingze all scored the highest score of 10.9.
More than just a sharpshooter, he is simply a master of guns.
At first, the onlookers were stunned, and then, Qin Mingze's cronies burst into cheers wildly.
"Commander, commander, commander!"
"Commander, commander, commander!"
"We must win, we must win, we must win!"
"We must win, we must win, we must win!"
They shouted loudly, the sound was deafening.
Qin Mingze raised his hand to signal them not to make any noise!
There was a hint of pride on his lips. In fact, he didn't want to disgrace Qiao Ran, he just wanted to show himself in front of Qiao Ran. They met by chance at the hardware market just now, and she looked disdainful.
He especially wanted her to know how powerful he was.
He had already used all his strength with the ten bullets he had just fired.
The reason why she wanted to fight first was because she was afraid that if she fought later, she would lose to her on purpose because of her soft heart.
This way you won't be able to fully express yourself in front of her.