The reason why Liu Lang's marksmanship is hard to say is hard to say.
It was because everyone could see with the naked eye that after five gunshots, a little bird seemed to have really fallen from the sky.
Logically speaking, although the result of shooting down a flying bird with five shots is not as good as that of Yu Xiancheng who shot down two birds with four shots, his marksmanship is still considered excellent.
After all, among the thousands of people on the field, few people dared to say that they could shoot down birds flying in the sky with their rifles. Looking at the independent regiments that had not yet formed an army, Fatty Tuanzao's marksmanship was definitely among the top three.
only......
However, the movement trajectory of the shot down bird seemed to be a little wrong. It hovered crookedly in the air and fell gracefully. There was no sign of a bird being hit by a 7.9mm caliber rifle bullet.
What are the consequences of being hit by a Hanyang-made 7.9MM caliber bullet? There may be very few people who shoot sparrows, and they don’t know what the sparrows that are hit should look like, but the human body that is hit is not uncommon to everyone present. So,
But wherever I hit, there was a big hole as big as an egg.
If it were a sparrow, it would definitely end up being shattered to pieces. If not for the two big birds that Yu Xiancheng shot down, which were as big as domestic geese, they would have died long ago.
That bird that fell gracefully, are you sure it was hit by a gunshot from Tuan Zuo? Or was it simply frightened by the sound of the gunshot?
Not all of the thousands of people on the field were all rough and tumble, like Miss Ji, who also graduated from a junior high school, and words like "frightened bird" could be said easily.
"A frightened bird?" Ji Yanxue was stunned.
Even if she had confidence in Liu Lang, Ji Yanxue was completely in despair at this moment. Regardless of whether the birds were beaten or simply frightened, one bird was killed with five shots and two birds were killed with four shots.
, it’s a sure loss.
"Moss called a frightened bird?" Lao Hou couldn't help but ask.
What Chief Ji said made sense.
Lao Hou, who had not gone to school for a few days, had always wanted to read and write. Especially after he fell in love with opening the market in recent years, Lao Hou deeply understood the importance of knowledge.
Otherwise, I won’t even write the person’s name.
Lao Hou secretly glanced at the portrait of a woman with two pigtails drawn on the notebook and the amount of 1,300 oceans recorded at the back. He felt a mixture of sadness and joy in his heart. Although he couldn't write, his painting skills were getting better with each passing day!
Ji Yanxue was still in the mood to explain idioms and allusions to others. She snorted coldly and turned away. The soldiers around her looked happy. Now it seemed that it was almost a foregone conclusion that the money lent to Commander Ji would be returned in double the amount.
No one would think that Chief Ji would default on her debt, and behind her stood the leader of the group who was already determined to lose!
"Commander, this is what you shot... the sparrow." The soldier who ran over from the grove cautiously opened his hands and said even more cautiously.
If you are not careful, the sparrow in your palm may fly away. You know, it took a dozen soldiers a lot of effort to catch this sparrow that was frightened from the sky to the ground.
If you are not careful, what if the angry Tuanzu goes crazy and takes out all his anger on himself? The soldiers who were forced to present the results of Fatty Tuanzai's battle by drawing lots were sweating profusely, that was all because of nervousness.
The soldier bared his teeth as he watched the sparrow being pinched by the soldier's thick fingers and pecking it wildly with his beak. Everyone looked strange, but no one dared to make any noise.
To be honest, if this is the case, Tuan Zuo might as well not be able to shoot down a bird! After all, no one has ever asked that a group leader must be a sharpshooter. The fat Tuan Zuo accompanied everyone and ran for dozens of miles, and finally returned
He persisted until the end and gained the respect of all soldiers.
Chief Yu's marksmanship is very good, but to bully the group like this is somewhat wrong.
Weak people are often more likely to gain sympathy. This is almost the most common human psychology.
"Hey, Captain Yu, you lost." Liu Lang didn't have the consciousness of a loser at all. He bared his teeth and said happily to the master who looked a little stiff.
Everyone was shocked.
The collective sympathy that had arisen just now was completely forgotten.
Fat Tuanzuo, are you... prepared to be shameless?
However, it once again exceeded everyone's expectations.
Yu Xiancheng, who just now looked like a master in Yushu Linfeng, once again looked at the lively sparrow in the soldier's palm. Although his face became more and more ugly, he still answered with difficulty: "Yes,
The regiment's marksmanship is as good as a god, and my subordinates feel inferior. I lost."
"boom......"
The soldiers became restless. The sudden burst of noise was no less than an exploding 90mm caliber grenade.
Everyone could hardly believe their ears. Is Yu Xiancheng going to give up his military honor and embrace Liu Lang's lap?
At this moment, even Chi Dakui, who had great confidence in Liu Lang, felt a strong sense of shame. Even if Liu Lang lost, completely lost, even losing his underwear, it would still be better than his power to suppress others and force ten people to do so.
It’s time for the best company commander of the Ninth Route Army to admit defeat!
"His ancestors are so mean, I can't even wear my pants anymore." Lao Hou burst into tears.
What does it mean to calculate the beginning but not the end? This is it.
The "shameless" expressions of the two officers made Lao Hou have the urge to pick up a gun and beat these two men as Japanese imps.
"Why is Tuan Zuo such a person? Commander Yu is the same. He is bowing to the bully." Mao Mao's face turned red and he said angrily.
"You know what? The leader said he won, so he won." Chen Yun came back angrily.
I'm afraid even Liu Lang didn't expect that among the more than a thousand people on the field, the one who had the most confidence in him was not Chi Dakui, who had seen his power, nor Ji Yanxue, who regarded him as his hero, but the one whom he
Use a hundred ocean dollars to motivate the big soldier who almost ran past him.
Chen Yunfa is not smart enough to see Liu Lang's strength, at least not yet. But Chen Yunfa is very convinced of Liu Lang. Even though he ran one more lap than Liu Lang in the end, Chen Yunfa knows very well that he is better than Liu Lang.
But Liu Lang.
Being stronger than him is secondary.
No one knew that Chen Yunfa, who grew up in the mountains, had a natural instinct for danger. When he stayed next to Liu Lang, he seemed to be able to smell a strong smell of blood, so strong that it made all the hair on his body unbearable.
He couldn't help but stand up, feeling a sense of danger that he had never experienced before when he was eighteen years old and faced off against a hungry tiger in the mountains.
If he hadn't known that Liu Lang would be his commander in the future, Chen Yunfa would have run away as far as he could.
A small marksmanship test was no problem for an extremely dangerous group. Chen Yunfa had always believed in his intuition.
Intuition is a very illusory thing, but it exists as a matter of course. If a strong and well-trained soldier still has this ability, what kind of existence will he become on the killing battlefield? Neither Liu Lang nor Chen Yunfa know now
, when the stubborn stone is polished into rough jade, what kind of brilliant brilliance will it bloom?
Only the enemies who died under Chen Yunfa know it best.
"That's right, you heard it right. The captain's marksmanship is much better than that of Yu." Yu Xiancheng listened to the constant scorn from the sidelines, his fair face turned red, but he still said firmly.