"I'm sorry, it was my fault!" Yu Yang looked at the group of black men and said in a low voice, and then walked directly in front of Lao Fu: "Lao Fu, let me fire the bullets, and you can train. I want to be quiet."
quiet!"
Lao Fu didn't know why Yu Yang suddenly acted like this, so he asked curiously: "How are their grades?"
Yu Yang was too embarrassed to speak and lowered his head. This old man is just rubbing salt into his own wounds. Six rings. Twenty-four people have achieved six rings. How can he say it? What the hell is it twenty-four?
Pigs, maybe they can hit more accurately than these black people.
"It doesn't matter if you get bad grades. It's your first time and you'll get better as you get used to it. You see, when we first came here, these black people couldn't even stand. Look at it now. How good it is. Don't blame yourself anymore."
, We have finished firing the bullets here, you sit down for a while and I will go train!" After Lao Fu finished speaking, he left confidently.
Yu Yang looked at the back of Lao Fu as he left, hoping that this guy would not be like him later, and that he would have to rely on this guy for future training. As for these black people, Yu Yang shook his head, let's forget it!
Lighting a cigarette for himself, Yu Yang looked up at the sky: "I have always thought that there is no such thing as talent in the world. No matter how bad a person is, as long as he works hard enough, he will succeed in thirty years in Hexi and thirty years in Hedong.
The worst way to bully a young man into poverty is to win the Bronze Five. You can only be the king if you don't die. But now I understand, this is all poisonous chicken soup, you can never save a loser!"
After he finished speaking, Yu Yang spat hard. Damn it, these black people are so screwed up that they can’t be led away!
I don't know what happened in the live broadcast room. After hearing Yu Yang's words, I was already shocked: "Holy shit, what happened? Why is the anchor suddenly so decadent? I feel a wave of decadence on the anchor's face.
Feng, who can tell me what happened?"
"I don't know, the anchor wants Jingjing. Is Jingjing the anchor's girlfriend?"
"Anchor, you can't say that. We firmly believe that my destiny is up to me. As long as I work harder, I will definitely defeat the genius and become a strong man in the Douzong!"
Yu Yang: "Haha!"
Lao Fu took the binoculars to the front of the shooting range and looked at it curiously. He didn't know what kind of results could make Yu Yang so decadent.
The first target missed the target. No bullets hit the target. Lao Fu expected it. After all, he still knew the shooting skills of black people. Lao Fu didn't have high psychological requirements. In fact, as long as half of these black people could hit the target, it would be fine.
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The second one still missed the target, the third one missed the target, and the fourth one missed the target. Lao Fu couldn't help but mutter in his heart, wouldn't all these black people miss the target? But when he saw the fifth one, he smiled slightly,
There is a four-ring ring, eh, not bad, and four rings for ten bullets, which is a good description for the old pay.
Lao Fu kept comforting himself in his heart. This is Africa, not China. As long as he can hit the target, with the shooting skills of black people, if you stand there and shoot them fifty meters away, with a shuttle of thirty bullets, maybe
They can't hit you even once, and if ten bullets hit the target, it's already a good result.
Continuing to read on, when Lao Fu saw all the targets, he was stunned by the results of these black people. Twenty-four people, six rings, two hit the target. Now Lao Fu finally understood what Yu Yang just said
It’s not these black people who are wrong. How could these black people be wrong? They are right. It’s because Yu Yang and Lao Fu didn’t teach them well.
Either you miss the target completely and score zero points. Lao Fu can still get angry, but two people who are still alive hit the target. What should I do?
Are you praising the two people who have the fourth ring and the second ring? You two have one more ring than the fifth ring? Can you go to Beijing to sing the song of the fifth ring?
Lao Fu felt that his face was burning for a moment. He remembered what he said in the recruit company before that you are the worst soldiers I have ever led, and he felt a heavy slap on his face. What the hell is this?
The worst soldiers I have ever led, there is no way I can be worse than these soldiers in the future!
Lao Fu stood at the edge with concentration, and finally let out a long sigh. Yu Yang had already gone to think about life. Now there were only two instructors. It was impossible for him to think about life anymore, so he waved his hand: "The first
One group, total score is six rings, target No. 5, target No. 24, next group!"
"Wow, Tross, you actually hit the target. How did you do it? I felt dizzy looking at the target. I couldn't see clearly at all!"
"It's amazing. You can hit a target fifty meters away. You are worthy of being our marksman. Tross, you are the best. Come on!"
"I think the instructor probably has no choice but to hit the target!"
When a group of black people heard that someone had hit the target, they immediately shouted and began to congratulate the two only black people who could hit the target.
Lao Fu listened to the words of these black people, his face was burning. What the hell is there to congratulate? If ten rounds of bullets hit the fifty-meter target, he is a marksman? What happened to him and Yu Yang? What the hell are you doing?
There are no adjectives to describe it!
And what does it mean that the instructors have the best results? Do these black people have such little brains? Lao Fu waved his hands in confusion: "If the first group fails, go to the playground and run five kilometers!"
The black people in the first group looked at each other, and finally gathered in front of the man named Tros with smiles on their faces, congratulated him, and started running in a happy circle.
The second group came up to shoot. Lao Fu had given up any hope. As expected, there was no worse, only the worst. Only one person in the second group hit the target, and the only person who hit the target became
The heroes of this group were congratulated by a group of people.
The corner of Lao Fu's mouth has already begun to twitch. If, if he could, he could not wait to kill these damn black people directly and let them know what it means to be a marksman and what it means to shoot a headshot with a gun.
The results of the third group were better than those of the first group. Four people hit the target, but their results were lower than those of the first group. There were three one-rings and one two-rings, which just made up the five-rings. Lao Fu felt that the song of the five-rings was good.
Sing like this, ah three groups, you are one link less than one group.
When the results of all ten groups were finished, Lao Fu returned to Yu Yang, picked up the thermos cup and started drinking water. Neither of them spoke, but just glanced at each other, understanding each other tacitly.
Understand.
"I think we were wrong, we were wrong from the beginning!" Yu Yang spoke softly and took a deep breath of cigarette again. After thinking for so long, Yu Yang felt that he suddenly had an epiphany.
