The news that Yang Ling was going to test marksmanship with Xiong Dawu spread quickly. The troops were hiding beside the reed swamp, bored, and many people who liked the excitement came over.
The people in the first company were full of confidence in the marksmanship of their company commander Xiong Dawu. They stood with their arms folded and pointed at Yang Ling. From time to time, words such as overestimating one's capabilities reached Yang Ling's ears.
Yang Ling didn't care, he was absolutely sure if he dared to come. He originally wanted to challenge anyone to win some ammunition, but since Xiong Dawu agreed so readily, he didn't hesitate.
He took out the bullets from his 38-gauge rifle and placed them next to the ten grenades as a bet.
"Lieutenant Yang, our bullets are precious, and one shot will determine the outcome." Although Xiong Dawu was confident, he couldn't figure out Yang Ling's details and was afraid that if he fought too much, it would cause unnecessary complications, so he opened his mouth to formulate rules.
Yang Ling nodded in agreement.
"I think he is destined to lose. He didn't even ask to know that our company commander is the sharpshooter in the battalion."
"Maybe he also has two brushes. It looks like he didn't panic at all."
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The onlookers were talking a lot. Luo Ziqiang hugged his arms and looked calm. He didn't know how Xiong Dawu's marksmanship was, but he knew Yang Ling's marksmanship clearly.
In Luo Ziqiang's view, the moment Xiong Dawu agreed to compete, those ten grenades already belonged to their supplementary company.
Soon, the soldiers of the first company pinched two mud balls on the ridge two hundred meters away and used them as targets.
The Hanyang gun has a short range, and the two mud balls placed on the ridge are also very small, so it is very difficult to hit them.
"Lieutenant Yang, do you go first or me?" Xiong Dawu asked, looking at Yang Ling sideways.
"As the guest does, the host does as he pleases." Yang Ling had a faint smile on his face, and there was no pressure on him no matter what happened.
After thinking for a moment, Xiong Dawu grabbed the gun and stood still, took a deep breath, pulled the bolt, leveled the rifle, and aimed at the mud ball on the ridge two hundred meters away with half-squinted eyes.
"Don't make any noise, our company commander is about to shoot." Hearing the buzz from the onlookers, the people in the company hurriedly shouted.
Xiong Dawu kept his breath and took aim for about a minute before pulling the trigger. With the bang of the gun, the mud ball on the ridge in the distance was suddenly exploded, and the mud splashed everywhere.
Seeing that the mud ball was hit, the surrounding soldiers cheered. Xiong Dawu turned his head with a relaxed expression and handed the Hanyang-made rifle to Yang Ling's hand: "It's your turn."
Yang Ling smiled and took the Hanyang-made rifle, stepped forward and stood still, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the mud ball in the distance. At this moment, he felt extremely peaceful in his heart. It seemed that the whole world was quiet, and only the small one was in his eyes.
Mud ball.
"Shoot, why don't you shoot?"
"You shouldn't be afraid of losing."
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Seeing Yang Ling aiming at the Hanyang Made for a long time without pulling the trigger, the soldiers around him started making noises, while Xiong Dawu looked disdainful. Now that he was firmly seated on the Diaoyutai, as long as Yang Ling missed the target, he would win.
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Yang Ling took aim for a while, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and ordered to Luo Ziqiang: "Lao Luo, go and move the target another fifty meters. It's too close and there's no challenge."
Luo Ziqiang nodded, strode over and moved the mud ball on the ridge back fifty meters.
Seeing Yang Ling's actions, Xiong Dawu let out a cold snort in his nose. The Hanyang-made rifle has a short range. The best range is around 200 meters. Besides, this is a very small ball of soil. Can it be shot from 250 meters away?
It all depends on luck. This guy must be crazy if he succeeds or fails.
Now Xiong Dawu was sure that this kid had no abilities. He must have been used by the old smoker to tease him. He foolishly thought that he had real abilities and acted so solemnly.
boom!
The gun rang out, and the mud ball 250 meters away exploded into debris. The noisy soldiers around were shocked and speechless by the gun. Damn it, it can hit it from such a distance.
"Okay!" After being stunned for a few seconds, the surrounding soldiers all cheered loudly for Yang Ling.
"Hey, Captain Xiong, admit it, admit it." Yang Ling handed the Hanyang product back to Xiong Dawu, but Xiong Dawu, who had not yet recovered from the shock, turned around and went to collect his trophies.
"Don't leave yet." Xiong Dawu reacted and grabbed Yang Ling.
"Hey, Commander Xiong, you guys can't afford to lose, right?" Seeing Yang Ling being held back by Xiong Dawu, Luo Ziqiang paused and said angrily.
"You fucking can't afford to lose. I want to compete again." Xiong Dawu shouted to the soldiers of the first company: "Bring me another twenty grenades."
Although the army only had five bullets per soldier, there were quite a few grenades. Everyone had at least two or three. Xiong Dawu was getting anxious now. It must have been an accident just now, and he would definitely win if they competed again.
"Compete again, compete again." The soldiers in the company didn't believe that their company commander would lose, so they all shouted loudly.
"It's a competition, are we still afraid of you?" Luo Ziqiang said, answering for Yang Ling, "Damn it, if I win, I'll get thirty grenades."
In the second competition, the two mud balls were placed at a position of 500 meters. Xiong Dawu had one idea this time, and that was to let Yang Ling shoot first. He didn't believe that Yang Ling's marksmanship was really that amazing.
Yang Ling had no objections to Xiong Dawu's arrangement. His marksmanship was fed by bullets, and his performance was very stable. There was really no challenge in shooting at a short distance.
Yang Ling pulled the bolt and loaded the gun with a click, raised the gun to aim, bent his index finger to pull the trigger, and with the crisp sound of the firing pin, the bullet spun out of the barrel at high speed.
Poof! With everyone's full attention, the mud ball once again turned into mud mist all over the sky, hitting it perfectly.
If once was luck, then hitting twice in a row was not a matter of luck. Everyone was shocked and showed admiration for Yang Ling.
Xiong Dawu was under pressure now. Damn it, he was kicked on the iron plate today. Look at this guy, he is just ordinary, but he is a sharpshooter. No wonder the old smoker is so proud, he seems to be in trouble today.
Xiong Dawu didn't want to lose like this, so he leveled the gun and took aim for a long time before pulling the trigger. Unfortunately, the bullet just brushed the edge of the mud ball and did not hit the mud ball.
"I lost, take the grenade away." Xiong Dawu put down the gun in his hand dejectedly, feeling very unhappy, but he would not lie if he accepted defeat.
Luo Ziqiang happily took off his clothes and wrapped thirty grenades under the complicated eyes of the soldiers in the company.
The soldiers of the first company also had their heads hanging down. They couldn't understand that their company commander had lost like this. They watched helplessly as these grenades were returned to Lao Yanqiang's supplementary company, and they felt really unwilling to do so.