(Cat flutter Chinese) "Stop!" Just as the instructor picked up the barrel and sleeve, and before he could assemble it, the referee's voice rang out again.

The instructor was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand what was going on at all, and his first reaction was that he felt that this referee was inexperienced and hadn't figured out the rules of the game, so he stopped in a few seconds this time.

The instructor did not pay attention to the referee and was ready to continue the assembly.

Seeing that the instructor had no intention of stopping, the referee couldn't help but shout: "The game is over, the winner is Zhang Yang, and it takes seven seconds!"

What the?

Hearing this, the instructor almost blew up, it took seven seconds, what kind of international joke! He won the championship of the competition before, and it took twenty or thirty seconds, but this kid actually only took seven seconds?

No! It can't be!

The instructor, who could no longer be calm, was extremely excited, and directly ripped off the black cloth covering his eyes, only to see Zhang Yang in front of him, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand holding a fully assembled pistol high above his head.

The scene in front of him was too unreal for the instructor, I saw him shaking his head vigorously, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hands.

But no matter how hard he kneaded, all this in front of him was still so real!

It was only then that he believed that Zhang Yang had really assembled the pistol, and it really only took seven seconds!

At this moment, the instructor has a feeling that he is about to suffocate, and his already somewhat dark face is red in the black!

He originally thought that there would be no challenge in this competition, let alone the slightest pressure, and he would win the game, but he didn't expect that the unattractive kid in front of him would not only assemble firearms, but also be so skilled, his proficiency far exceeded that of instructors and comrades-in-arms.

How is this kid from a special forces background? How is it possible! If he is a special forces, where is he still going to participate in military training!

The students who were talking to each other before were suddenly speechless, and their flamboyant eyes were as if they were looking at a fairy, full of surprise and incredulity!

No one expected that Zhang Yang not only won the instructor, but also won by such an overwhelming margin.

Zhao Yudie clenched her hands proudly and waved her pink fist, not to mention how relieved she was, and there was a lot more worship for Zhang Yang in her eyes, as for Lin Ke, she frowned and pouted, for this result, it was unbelievable.

Zhang Yang directly put the assembled pistol on the wooden table, looked directly at the instructor with his eyes, his face was not happy or sad, and he had a normal heart, "Instructor, I'm really sorry, I disappointed you again, don't blame me, I reminded you of your ...... before"

"Why do you know firearms, and are so proficient?" the instructor asked, grim-faced.

"There is no why!" These five words, Zhang Yang said casually, in fact, what he thought in his heart was that the instructor was not qualified to know, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it, after all, I was afraid that the instructor would not be able to bear it.

After saying this, Zhang Yang returned directly to the team, leaving the instructor to stand there alone, enduring the strange eyes of his classmates.

As an instructor, losing to the cadets was originally a very humiliating thing, and it was in front of everyone, and there was no temper at all when I lost.

At this moment, he had a feeling of lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, he originally wanted to win a game in front of everyone, with beautiful scenery and dignity, but he didn't expect that the result would be like this!

The students, who were already idle, couldn't help but start to coax, and the embarrassed instructor, who didn't know how to vent, put all the accounts on Zhang Yang's head, and secretly swore that he must find a way to earn back face.

After this episode, the instructors led the trainees into a 50-meter target area, with a total of 20 target positions, and in front of each target position, a Type 03 automatic rifle was placed, which was also the latest rifle equipped by the troops!

All men have a natural love for guns, and seeing that the students are full of eagerness, the instructor asked the students standing in the first row to feel the real rifle.

Since these rifles are insured, there is no need to worry about misfire.

Zhang Yang was also one of the classmates in the first row, he picked up the rifle and made a very professional posture, excited that he sometimes touched the body of the gun, sometimes looked at the sight, and made shooting movements.

But when he glanced at the aiming system a few times, he couldn't help frowning, turned around, and said loudly: "Report!"

"Say!" the instructor replied with a slight frown.

"There is a problem with the adjustment of the aiming system of this Type 03 automatic rifle!" Zhang Yang didn't think much about it, and replied truthfully.

"What?" The instructor, who was already very unhappy with Zhang Yang, became even more angry when he heard this, there was a problem with the adjustment of the aiming system? It was just a fart, you must know that these rifles were all adjusted by him personally, how could there be a problem.

It seems that this kid really thinks of himself as an expert!

"The hole-type illuminator and the column-shaped crosshair are not on the same level at all, and in such a situation, it is impossible to accurately hit the target!" Zhang Yang did not have any scruples, and replied realistically.

With the previous incident, the students no longer blindly denied Zhang Yang's words, and some of them even believed that what Zhang Yang said was true, and put on a good show.

"Really?" The instructor couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yang, as if he had thought of something, "I'll tell you the truth, the aiming system of these guns was tuned by me, since you doubt the accuracy of my tuning, then you can adjust a rifle yourself, and then let's try it out with live ammunition to see who has a problem with the tuning, what do you think?"

Belligerence is the nature of a soldier! Competitiveness is a characteristic in the bones of a soldier, and losing to Zhang Yang one after another makes him a soldier very shameless, and he must win Zhang Yang!

"Again?" Zhang Yang was also a little speechless, as an instructor, you have to look like an instructor, don't be like a rookie and want to find any sense of superiority!

Even if you want to find a sense of superiority, why do you have to catch me, the elite of the elite of the special forces? No matter what you compare, you are not my opponent, so why bother to suffer for yourself?

"One last time!" the instructor said, holding up a rifle and in a loud voice.

Shooting is his forte, the shooting champion of the entire company, and he is about to represent the entire battalion in the division's competition!

In his opinion, his shooting level cannot be said to be one in a thousand, but at least one in a hundred is no problem.

As for Zhang Yang, although he has also played with firearms, as for whether he has fired live ammunition, this is still a question mark, and the strong recoil of live ammunition shooting is not something that ordinary people can endure.

"It's better than that!" Zhang Yang replied casually, and after saying this, he began to adjust the aiming system in a proper manner.

After several aimings, Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction and made an OK gesture at the instructor.

Just as Zhang Yang was about to go to the target position, the instructor stopped him directly, stretched out his finger and pointed to the target area next to him, "Fifty meters, nothing challenging, if you want to play, just play a hundred meters!"

The instructor is playing really this time, the theoretical range of the Type 03 automatic rifle is 400 meters, the actual 350 meters, in the face of this 100-meter target position, for the shooter, there are many things to consider, not only aiming, but also fully considering the wind speed and various external factors.

For people who don't hold guns every day, it's almost impossible to get a good score.

The instructor glanced at Zhang Yang, then took the gun and walked to the 100-meter target area.

Zhang Yang pursed his lips speechlessly, didn't say anything, and followed.

The competition between Zhang Yang and the instructor once again attracted everyone's attention, and even the battalion commander was interested.

The deputy next to the battalion commander saw that the battalion commander was also paying attention, and asked curiously: "Battalion commander, who do you think can win this competition?"

"I still need to ask a little doll, can you win the best gunner in our battalion? Lao Tzu sees that your head is caught in the door!" the battalion commander scolded and scolded, and in his impression, when it came to shooting, his own soldiers would not lose!

"Zhang Yang, are you ready?" the instructor asked loudly.

"Alright, let's get started!" Zhang Yang nodded in response. Cat flutter Chinese