"Come on, it's a mule or a horse, let's pull it out and walk it!"

Ye Feng patted the eighty-two bar in his hand, looked at Liu Feng unexpectedly, and said: "But Instructor Liu, you have to be good at talking, if I play better than you in a distance longer than you, you can remember to fulfill the gambling contract at that time." ”

"Rest assured. ”

Liu Feng waved his hand disdainfully and said, "You don't have to score better than me, as long as you can shoot a gun on the target, I will eat all the bullet shells without saying a word!"

He sneered in his heart, this kid is really crazy, he uses the eighty-two bar to hit a target a thousand meters away, and he wants to hit a better than himself, first hit the target and then brag about this bull.

"No, I don't like to bully people, I have to play better than you from a thousand meters away to win. But you'd better pray to God now, so that the old man can take advantage of my ten shots to give you a tooth that can bite a steel core bullet. ”

Ye Feng smiled, then stretched out his hand to Nie Qingwu and said, "Instructor Nie, give me a new magazine." ”

Nie Qingwu also wanted to see if Ye Feng had this ability, and after hesitating, he handed the magazine to Ye Feng, and then pinched the walkie-talkie to inform the target reporter to move the target to a thousand meters away.

At this time, the students of other classes also looked into the shooting range after hearing the movement.

And the other group of instructors, when they heard that Ye Feng was going to challenge the target of a thousand meters away with an eighty-two bar, everyone was also shocked, and said that this kid was really crazy, and the cowhide was about to blow to the sky.

A thousand meters away, the target paper has turned into a small black shadow, and it is difficult to get on the target, let alone get better results than Liu Feng, a sharpshooter recognized by the whole army.

Shocked, all the instructors and students gathered around the shooting range, intending to see the excitement.

The target was quickly erected, and the target paper from a kilometer away looked the size of a fingernail.

A kilometer, can this be done?

Looking at the target paper, and then at Ye Feng, a trace of curiosity flashed in Nie Qingwu's eyes.

Although she knew that Ye Feng was not simple, she really doubted that this guy could hit the target paper.

As for the rest of the instructors, they kept shaking their heads, saying that this was simply an impossible thing to do.

Even a real sniper can't use a rifle like the 82 bar to shoot more than 90 rings at a distance of 1,000 meters.

Not to mention that Ye Feng is still the first time to touch a gun, and he is an out-and-out novice.

Even they all set up Ye Feng as a negative example, and warned those freshmen under their command not to be as ambitious as this guy, and as soon as he touched the gun, he dreamed of being a sharpshooter.

"It's too late for you to regret it now, just apologize to me and I can end this farce. ”

Liu Feng clasped his hands to his chest, looked at Ye Feng proudly, and said mockingly.

"Whether it's a farce or not, we'll find out later. ”

Ye Feng spoke calmly, then lay on the ground, put the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and threw the internal force into his eyes, constantly correcting the angle according to his keen judgment.

"Wasted bullet ......"

Looking at his appearance, Liu Feng shrugged his shoulders and said with disdain.

Bang!

But before he finished speaking, Ye Feng simply pulled the trigger neatly and shot out.

The bullets flew at high speed, bringing the hearts of everyone in the stadium into the air.

No one knows what the final result of this shot will be. But as far as they feel, they are most likely to miss the target.

Kilometers away, the target paper can no longer be seen, and the target reporter can only give back the information.

Rustling......

A shot was fired, and after a pause, a burst of radio noise came from Nie Qingwu's walkie-talkie.

Hum!

Liu Feng shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, as if he didn't need to listen to the content at all to know what the result was.

A novice who touches a gun for the first time challenges a target a kilometer away is a joke at all!

"One target hits, ten rings!"

After a brief silence, the voice of the target announcer was heard over the intercom, which was clearly full of excitement.

Hit!

Ten rings!

The crowd boiled, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Feng's body.

No one could have thought that Ye Feng's shot would hit, let alone that this shot would hit ten rings.

They couldn't believe their ears, a freshman who had just touched a gun could actually hit the Ten Rings a thousand meters away with one shot!

This is no longer an unbelievable description, but an out-and-out miracle!

Bang!

But at this moment, Ye Feng didn't pay attention to the noise and shock of the outside world at all, and calmly pulled the trigger again.

Crisp gunshots rang out one after another, one after another, like fried beans!

The ten shots were over quickly, and the scene was as silent as death, and everyone was waiting for the final result from the target reporter.

It must not exceed ninety rings, and his first shot must be just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!

Liu Feng's face no longer had the arrogance he had before, only apprehension and uneasiness remained, and he kept praying in his heart, hoping that Ye Feng's first shot was only hit by mistake, and the next nine shots were best missed.

"Report to Team Nie, ten shots on target, accumulate one hundred rings! The brothers all want to come and see this sharpshooter, I hope Team Nie will approve it!"

A moment later, the excited voice of the target announcer came over the intercom.

Ten shots are all hit, and ten guns are rings!

"Oh my God, my ears are fine, is that true?!"

"A new record has been born! 1,000 meters, 100 rings, it seems that our old 82 bars can still serve for a few more years. ”

The instructor spoke out in disbelief.

As they say, a thousand meters, a hundred rings, this is a brand new record.

It is the 82 bar, an old gun with a different complex for the Chinese army, and the most brilliant brilliance that blooms.

Except for Wang Zihao, who wanted to take advantage of the target shooting to regain his self-esteem, and his fox friends and dogs, all the freshmen who came to the military training base to participate in military training cheered and jumped.

Ye Feng's achievement is no longer the pride of him alone, but the pride of their group of freshmen.

Hit, he hit!

Liu Feng's face was like ashes, and he muttered, looking at the target paper thousands of kilometers away, and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

One thousand meters, a new record that he had been dreaming of for a long time, but could not touch, was actually achieved by Ye Feng.

Such a cruel reality is really difficult for him to accept.

"I want to see the target paper!"

In the end, Liu Feng trembled his hands and said to Nie Qingwu.

Nie Qingwu sighed, she knew that Liu Feng was dying, but she still said to the target reporter on the other side of the walkie-talkie: "You can come over and bring the target paper." ”

After a while, the target reporter arrived, and with them came the target paper.

At the center of the ten rings of the target paper, the bullet holes of the ten bullets are clearly visible.

The cracked bullet holes, like gaping mouths, were mercilessly mocking Liu Feng.

(End of chapter)