At this moment, hundreds of officers and soldiers who had been training all gathered around and paid close attention to the surroundings.
For them, Liu Zhanwu was their idol. Not only was he a general, he was also extremely powerful and became the champion of the entire army.
Now the competition with an unknown young man aroused great curiosity among the officers and soldiers, and without exception they felt that they must completely defeat the opponent.
The process of assembling the gun was unexpected. Lu Fan, blindfolded and with divine help, was able to complete the task first. It was incredible.
After hearing Qi Shijun's instructions, Lu Fan took off his towel, raised his pistol and shot directly without much aim, which was even more surprising.
The officers and soldiers thought to themselves, isn't this nonsense? Just take a look and they won't all miss the target.
Seeing this situation, Qi Shijun's face softened a little, and he secretly hoped that the opponent's performance was poor and Liu Zhanwu could turn defeat into victory.
After all, assembling a gun is only one part of the process, and the overall result depends on the target shooting performance to determine the winner.
"Bang bang bang..."
The gunshots were fired continuously, and all six bullets were fired.
Soon, a soldier shouted from the opposite side, "Reporting to the leader, the pistol shooting results of contestant No. 2 have been released, all ten rings, perfect score!"
Everyone was in an uproar, and they were extremely shocked.
Is there any mistake? Lu Fan shot so casually and got a perfect score. Could it be that he was a born sharpshooter?
How did they know that Lu Fan possessed the Dragon King's Art, which was comparable to super powers and could naturally hit the target with perfect accuracy.
Lu Fan put the pistol on the table, picked up the rifle, and fired again, ten rounds of bullets, still a perfect score.
This guy didn't even take a breath, put down his rifle, picked up his submachine gun, and shot out a bunch of bullets with a clicking sound, and soon they were all gone.
The soldier in charge of counting the rings looked carefully, with a look of surprise on his face, and shouted again: "Report to the leader, contestant No. 2 fired a submachine gun, all ten rings, perfect score!"
At this time, Liu Zhanwu had just finished assembling the three guns. Hearing that Lu Fan got perfect scores in target shooting, he was extremely angry. He yanked off his towel and roared with a livid face.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible... How could this kid make zero mistakes? All ten rings must have been wrong."
Everyone understood his doubts. Not to mention that Lu Fan was not a professional soldier, even if he was a gunman deliberately trained by the army, he could not reach this level.
Qi Shijun said in a deep voice: "I also feel something is wrong. Let's go over and check it out."
Several soldiers walked in the lead, followed by Hong Xiaolei, Lu Fan and others, and arrived in front of the target.
Looking at it, the bullets have indeed passed through the bullseye, almost to the point of being smashed.
Such miraculous marksmanship was rare in the world, leaving Qi Shijun and others speechless.
As a result, Liu Zhanwu was completely dumbfounded and said dejectedly: "I lost..."
After all, he was already behind when assembling a gun while blindfolded. Even if he scored full marks in shooting, he still failed, so why bother?
Logically speaking, the competition between the two sides ended here. Liu Zhanwu was eliminated and Lu Fan won. The result was obvious.
Hong Xiaolei smiled like a flower, hugged Lu Fan happily, and shouted excitedly: "You won, you performed really well..."
Unexpectedly, my uncle Qi Shijun said with a gloomy face: "Don't get too happy yet. This competition is a best-of-three-game system, which means it's not over yet."
"What?" The smile on Hong Xiaolei's pretty face first froze, then disappeared, and she stamped her feet angrily, "Are you done yet? Why didn't you say it before?"
Hong Hanlin said quickly: "Xiao Lei, don't be rude to your uncle, do you hear me?"
As the eldest aunt, Lu Yufang also said dissatisfiedly to Hong Xiaolei: "Isn't that right? My uncle is doing everything for your own good. Why don't you girl appreciate it?"
Hong Xiaolei said angrily: "If you really do it for my own good, don't deliberately embarrass Lu Fan. Why are you always targeting him? Is it because he has no background and is a rural person?"
Even if the niece got angry, she could not make Qi Shijun change his mind and retort against his will.
"For the sake of fairness, of course we had to keep it a secret before. Now I will make it clear that as a qualified man, you must have a strong body..."
His backbiting made Lu Fan very disgusted, and he said impatiently: "Then just say it, if you want to compete, I will stay with you until the end."
After all, Qi Shijun also has the rank of major general. As a leader, except for those who are more senior than him, he treats everyone with respect wherever he goes and does not dare to show any slights.
However, this boy dared to interrupt him and looked disapproving, which made Qi Shijun feel angry and explained the upcoming contest with black lines on his face.
"The second game is about breaking bricks. Whoever can break more red bricks with one hand wins the game. Then the third game is about fighting. You both fight freely. The winner is when you knock your opponent to the ground."
In order to help Liu Zhanwu win the competition and become Hong Xiaolei's boyfriend, Qi Shijun took great pains to prepare a match that was almost tailor-made for him, showing clear favoritism.
Just now, Liu Zhanwu was like a defeated rooster, wilting and crowing. After listening to Major General Qi's words, he couldn't help but perked up and became more capable again.
He is good at these two skills, and he still holds the record for breaking bricks, which no one can match.
He is also very powerful in combat and can be said to be invincible in the entire army.
As long as we win these two games, wouldn't it be that we can turn defeat into victory and win the beauty back? This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Extremely excited, Liu Zhanwu took off his military uniform, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and said excitedly: "I'll chop first. Bring me nine red bricks."
Qi Shijun winked at the person in charge and said, "Captain You, thank you for taking the people over to get the bricks."
Captain You was a very alert man. He nodded knowingly and led the two soldiers to the west corner.
There is a large brick stack here. On weekdays, officers and soldiers also use bricks for training, such as breaking bricks on their heads, splitting bricks with bare hands, etc. A large number of red bricks need to be prepared.
Because of the different firing temperatures, the hardness of the red bricks is also different. Captain You asked the soldiers to pick the ones that are lighter and yellower. In comparison, they are not as strong.
After taking the red bricks back and stacking them together, Liu Zhanwu started to exercise his skills. He looked red in the face, thick in the neck, and had blue veins on his forehead, and suddenly shouted, "Hi!"
The calloused palm suddenly fell down, and a snapping sound was heard, and all nine bricks were broken into two pieces. It was indeed quite powerful.
Witnessing Colonel Liu's powerful Kung Fu with their own eyes, the officers and soldiers cheered excitedly, "It's really awesome!"
"Well done Colonel, you deserve to be the all-around champion..."
Of course, Liu Zhanwu also felt pain in his hand, but he reluctantly endured it. With a proud look on his face, he shouted: "Did you see it? This is real skill. If you accidentally break a bone, you should give in quickly."
Lu Fan curled his lips and said disdainfully: "You are just a child, but you dare to show off in front of me. Bring me eighteen bricks and I will chop them all."