After agreeing to compete, the two armies each retreated dozens of steps, leaving a large area free. Han Baihang ordered the foot test to place targets at 50 meters, 100 meters, 150 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters, and 450 meters.
, the so-called target is to put a silver dollar up on a stone, and then said to Zhang Jinghui: "Deputy Commander Zhang, there are 6 targets here with different distances. You and I will each send a sharpshooter to shoot with 6 bullets and hit the target."
The one with the most targets wins.”
Zhang Jinghui squinted at the target and saw a small red flag stuck at each target. At the target 150 meters away, the silver coins placed were almost invisible, let alone the target any further away.
He couldn't help but frown and said: "This is not a test of marksmanship, but a test of eyesight."
Han Baihang smiled and said: "If you have poor eyesight, how can you be good at marksmanship? Deputy Commander Zhang, please send someone!"
Zhang Jinghui snorted coldly and waved behind him: "Housen, come here."
This is an officer who is as thin as a hemp pole. He has two box cannons inserted into his waist. His posture is not ordinary.
Han Baihang waved his hand: "Zhou Qing, come out."
Zhou Qing ran over and stood side by side with Hou Sen. The two looked at each other, full of gunpowder.
"Start." Han Baihang took a step back and shouted fiercely.
"Pah, pah!"
Hou Sen, who was the first to shoot, stood still and took out two boxes from his waist with both hands. Without aiming, he raised his hand and fired three gunshots, and the person reporting the target over there shouted.
: "50 meters, 100 meters, 150 meters all hit!"
The Feng army immediately burst into cheers, Zhang Jinghui smiled broadly, and told Hou Sen: "Don't panic, you must be sure of everything."
Hou Sen inserted the box gun back into his waist and asked the soldier for a Type 38 rifle. He pulled the bolt of the gun with a loud bang. Feeling that it was almost ready, he loaded three bullets into it, opened the scale on the rifle, and aimed it.
I found the silver dollar 200 meters away. The original minimum scale of the ruler was 4, which meant that the ruler needed to be erected when the target was within a range of about 400 meters. However, because the silver dollar was too small, ballistic factors had to be taken into consideration.
Han Baihang nodded secretly when he saw his move. Even though all the soldiers had guns in their hands, there were very few soldiers who could actually use a ruler to assist shooting.
"Bah!"
Hou Sen fired calmly. After the first shot, he quickly pulled the bolt and took aim again before firing again. The person reporting the target over there shouted in surprise: "200 meters, 300 meters all hit!"
Zhang Jinghui's eyes almost disappeared from laughter, and he laughed at Han Baihang and said: "It seems that the winner has been decided."
Han Baihang smiled: "Not necessarily, the last shot hasn't been fired yet."
Hou Sen raised his gun and squinted his eyes. He kept adjusting his shooting posture, but he still didn't fire. 450 meters was too far. He could only estimate the position of the silver dollar based on the position of the little red flag, and he couldn't see it with the naked eye.
It was impossible to shoot in this situation until the silver dollar was there. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and finally gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.
"Bah!"
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Zhang Jinghui couldn't wait to raise his telescope to look, but saw that the silver dollar was not moving at all. He couldn't help but turned around and glared at Hou Sen fiercely, and cursed: "What the hell, where are your usual skills?"
Already."
Hou Sen suddenly dwarfed his body by half and said dejectedly: "I know it's a crime because of my humble position. Please ask the deputy commander to engage in military law."
Naturally, Zhang Jinghui would not deal with him at this time. She waved him away and said to Han Baihang with a gloomy face: "It's your turn."
Han Baihang nodded. Over there, Zhou Qing also came to the shooting point with a 38-type rifle. He raised the gun and aimed for a while. Zhang Jinghui seemed very impatient and sneered at Han Baihang: "You can't hit a 50-meter target."
So annoying."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Qing fired with a loud sound. After firing, he actually walked back. Zhang Jinghui was stunned when he saw this, and secretly thought that Zhou Qing was not good at shooting, so he voluntarily gave up.
Just then, the person reporting the target over there rushed back and shouted: "The 450-meter target has been hit."
Zhang Jinghui's expression changed, and he looked at Han Baihang, who was smiling and obviously confident, and sneered from between his teeth: "Good marksmanship!"
Han Baihang said with a smile: "Deputy Commander Zhang, do you still need to continue shooting?"
Zhang Jinghui snorted coldly, shook his face and said, "No need."
Han Baihang said seriously: "The victory has been decided, so please withdraw your troops."
"withdraw?"
Zhang Jinghui revealed the cunningness of the bandits and said: "We have competed in shooting skills, but we have not competed in fists and kicks!"
Han Baihang frowned. He had known that Zhang Jinghui would not give up easily, but there was nothing to be afraid of in a fist fight. He was convinced that he lost and completely cut off his excuses. He nodded and said: "Okay, let's learn from Brother Fengjun."
His fists and feet."
Zhang Jinghui waved back: "Liu Qirui."
A short, thin but powerful middle-aged man walked out from Fengjun. He walked to Han Baihang and stood in front of him. He cupped his fists and said, "Liu Qirui, a disciple of Bajiquan, has learned some great tricks."
Zhou Qing was eager to try, but Han Baihang looked at Liu Qirui carefully, narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you, Mr. Li Shuwen, the sharpshooter?"
Liu Qirui said: "I'll call you Master."
Han Baihang felt awe-struck in his heart. He knew that the person in front of him was Li Shuwen's direct disciple. It seemed that his kung fu was not that bad. In this way, he did not dare to let Zhou Qing fight. Zhou Qing's kung fu had not been perfected yet, so he could deal with the domineering and fierce ones.
His Bajiquan was still not ready, so he untied his armed belt and threw it to Zhou Qing. While taking off his clothes, he said, "Let's try it out."
When Zhang Jinghui saw Han Baihang going into battle, he couldn't help but be stunned. Who was Liu Qirui? The martial arts instructor of the 27th Division. He could kill an ox with one punch. He had been defeated by countless martial arts masters. Han Baihang simply didn't know how to live or die.
"Instructor Liu, stop here and don't hurt anyone." Zhang Jinghui said to Liu Qirui as if he had a chance to win.
Liu Qirui nodded, cupped her fists at Han Baihang and said, "Please!"
Han Baihang also clasped his fists: "Please enlighten me."
As soon as the words fell, the two men's bodies swayed and took action at the same time. Liu Qirui jumped out, flicked his hand from above, and kicked Han Baihang in the lower abdomen. If the kick hit, the outcome would be decided, but he was able to deal with this move.
An ordinary soldier is fine. He is full of flaws when dealing with an expert like Han Baihang. Han Baihang saw the tricks and bowed to avoid Liu Qirui's foot poke. He suddenly slid forward and struck with a tiger hammer in his hand.
Liu Qirui's cheeks.
Liu Qirui kicked the ball in the air and muttered something bad. When he saw Han Baihang's hammer blow, he didn't avoid it but moved forward instead. He moved his left foot forward an inch, pinched his ribs with both arms, and turned his wrists to overlap.
Blocking Han Baihang's fist and hammer, he thrust his hips forward, stomped his right foot and made a drum sound, and pushed his shoulders against Han Baihang's body as fast as lightning.
The hairs on Han Baihang's body suddenly stood up. Bajiquan was really hard to defend against in close combat. Every part of the body could be used for attack, which was not available in other boxing techniques. At this time, he had no time to avoid it and could only block it.
, suddenly retracted his arms to protect himself, and only heard a pop, and Han Baihang's body was smashed out like a cannonball, and this was just the power of one shoulder.
"good!"
Zhang Jinghui shouted with a loud voice, and the Fengjun soldiers applauded and shouted in unison: "Okay! Good!"
Han Baihang was knocked five meters away. The moment he landed on the ground, he twisted his waist and hips, and suddenly turned over. His body shook for a moment before he stood still. He turned his palms behind his back and pushed back to relieve the pressure.
Lose.
“What a great supporter!”
Han Baihang said with a livid face. After receiving the blow from Tieshanliu, his chest was still boiling with energy and blood, and it was difficult to lift his arms. Bajiquan was really powerful, and he could hurt himself with just one move.