Half a month later, the Southeast Military Region Competition officially kicked off.
"Brother Zhenzhong, am I really good?" Zeng Fan, a platoon of soldiers from the police company, looked at He Zhenzhong with a somewhat nervous expression.
He Zhenzhong turned his head, looked at him, and nodded, "Remember, as you said before, the gun is not your life, but the person you love most. You can even protect it with your life."
"Yeah." Zeng Fan nodded and tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
In the past half month, He Zhenzhong has been staying with the soldiers of the police company. He has become very familiar with everyone and taught them many things about marksmanship that he learned after mastering the intermediate shooting expertise.
"Military region competition, basic shooting, first round, preparation."
"Go ahead."
Zeng Fan nodded firmly, held the gun, and went out.
"His injury has indeed not healed yet." Fan Tianlei on the side glanced at He Zhenzhong's right hand, which was still wrapped in white gauze.
Brigadier He Zhijun nodded and said affirmatively: "So, in this competition, our special operations brigade will reserve all the places."
"Get ready lying down."
"Open insurance."
"shooting."
Bang bang bang.
Clear gunshots kept ringing out.
"Ninety-eight rings."
"Ninety-nine rings."
"One hundred rings, three pieces in a row."
Seeing a soldier from the special operations brigade hit a series of eights, the brigade commander He Zhijun nodded, smiled, and won. He was very confident that all the soldiers in the military region who had some talent, except for He Zhenzhong, were all in the special forces.
They have already started fighting, and now that He Zhenzhong hasn't played yet, it's hard for them not to win.
"One hundred rings, four links in a row."
Hearing the sound, the smile on He Zhijun's face froze and he couldn't help but turn his head and look over. Besides the people from the special operations brigade, there were actually people who played a four-piece chain?
"Others were eliminated, and Military Region Police Officer Zeng Fan advanced to the next round."
Is there such a master in the police company? Many people were a little stunned.
"Brother Zhenzhong, I did it, I did it." Zeng Fan looked at He Zhenzhong with excitement on his face, "Thank you, Brother Zhenzhong."
"It's all your own efforts." He Zhenzhong also smiled.
It turned out to be him. Many people saw Zeng Fan thanking He Zhenzhong, and they were relieved. He Zhenzhong is now recognized as the number one sharpshooter in the Southeast Military Region.
The faces of the people in the special operations brigade suddenly turned ugly, and it seemed that things were not going well from the beginning.
"People in the second round, get ready."
"Miao Lang, come on."
"Show the prestige of our special operations brigade."
Miao Lang tightened his grip on the gun in his hand and nodded.
"Get ready lying down."
"Open insurance."
"shooting."
Bang bang bang.
"Ninety-nine rings."
"One hundred rings, seven links in a row."
"As expected, he is indeed an elite member of the special operations brigade. He fired seven shots in a row casually, and he fired so fast."
"Yes, the people from the special operations brigade will undoubtedly advance this round."
The people around looked at Miao Lang and talked in low voices.
"One hundred rings, eight, eight links."
What? The people around were shocked. Someone actually hit a chain of eight. You know, there are many people who can hit a hundred rings, but if you want to hit a chain of eight, there are not many people in the entire military region. And now the police have a chain of eight.
One actually appeared.
The faces of He Zhijun, Fan Tianlei and others all changed, and they all looked over quickly.
"Military Region Police Officer Huang Boqiang was promoted, and the others were eliminated."
Is it someone from the police company again? The people around them stared wide-eyed. They were a little doubtful whether the police company was a special operations force or the special operations brigade was a special operations force.
"Zhenzhong, thank you."
He Zhenzhong shrugged, "Brother Huang, you are a sharpshooter and a master of personal protection for the leader. Why are you thanking me?"
"Without your experience and demonstration, how could I have broken through so quickly?" Huang Boqiang looked at He Zhenzhong sincerely and sighed: "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to hit a chain of eight, even if I go to the battlefield to serve the country right away.
It’s worth sacrificing your life.”
The soldiers from the Police Company all laughed.
Are you going to thank that guy again? He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei looked extremely ugly. Could it be that that guy really has the talent to be a shooting instructor? If it is true, then wouldn't it be a huge loss for them to let He Zhenzhong go?
Perhaps, it was just a coincidence that the two of them comforted themselves.
In the third round, Wang Yanbing advanced, which made the faces of those in the special operations brigade look better.
"Last round of people, get ready."
Watching He Zhenzhong take the gun and get ready.
He Zhijun nodded to Chen Shanming, "We only won one of the three rounds. This is not the strength of our special operations brigade. We must defeat him."
"yes."
Chen Shanming glanced at the white gauze in He Zhenzhong's hand. He sighed, feeling a little defeated. He saw that He Zhenzhong's posture of holding the gun had changed and was no longer so standard. It was obvious that the injury on his hand was still serious.
However, for the honor of the special operations brigade, he had to go all out.
"Get ready lying down."
He Zhenzhong jumped forward, fell down, adjusted his posture, and raised his gun.
"Open insurance."
Click.
"shooting."
Bang bang bang.
Clear gunshots kept ringing out.
Chen Shanming took a deep breath, leisurely aimed, fired, adjusted the muzzle, aimed, and fired again. Although the speed was slow, his face was full of confidence. His touch was very good today. He was definitely a top ten.
Undoubtedly a chain.
He put away the gun and stood up, only to realize that He Zhenzhong was still lying there, not firing, but just staring at the target, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, testing the wind speed and direction.
Everyone at the scene fell silent and stared at He Zhenzhong, wondering what was wrong with him? Could it be that the injury on his hand hadn't healed yet and he didn't have the confidence to shoot?
Suddenly their expressions changed because they saw He Zhenzhong closing his eyes.
What does he want to do? Everyone is confused.
Arrogant, He Zhijun sneered in his heart.
The military region chiefs in the stands also stood up, with solemn expressions on their faces and their eyes widened.
But He Zhenzhong didn't think so much. Since he wanted to win with dignity, he had to win beautifully and thoroughly. He had the bonus of intermediate shooting expertise, so what should he be afraid of? He could definitely challenge himself.
His hand was indeed injured, but he was still not someone to be looked down upon casually.
His fingers pressed down hard.
Bang, bang, bang.
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
The whole place was quiet, and many people even held their breath, staring at He Zhenzhong with wide eyes, wanting to see if He Zhenzhong was arrogant or really superior?
The tenth bullet flew out.
He Zhenzhong opened his eyes, put away his gun, and stood up.
The referee quickly asked someone to retrieve all the bullet targets...