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Although there was a lot of dissatisfaction with Zhao Chunliang's tardiness, because Zhao Chunliang was indeed the strongest in the team, Zhao Chunliang was still assigned to the fifth base.

A helicopter carried Zhao Chunliang to the foot of the mountain in the distance, and only when the fourth person, that is, Duan Momo, arrived in front of Zhao Chunliang, Zhao Chunliang could enter the mountain.

Although most of the competitions in this round are compared to the individual ability, the final assessment is the average level of all the people, and only if everyone completes their own projects as quickly as possible can they win the first place.

The first stick on Zhao Chunliang's side is Zhou Shijun, and the first stick is shooting.

Shooting is a necessary skill for all soldiers, and soldiers who can shoot ten rings with every shot can still find a lot of them in the army, but the items assessed today are far more difficult than those with ten rings.

Contestants need to hold a rifle and design a moving handle from a distance of 100 meters to shoot a total of 10 shots, and you need to make your total number of rings reach 99 more.

In addition to the requirements for the total number of rings, the organizing committee of the event also made regulations for the number of rings of each shot, the first nine shots must hit the ten rings, and the last shot must hit the nine rings, not the ten rings.

If there is a problem in any of these links, then you have to start all over again, which invisibly causes a lot of psychological pressure on the participants.

The first team sent by the First Military Academy in South China was Zhou Shijun, a top student in all aspects of the school.

Shooting was a trivial matter for him, so he confidently picked up the gun.

The other three groups of participants next to him also picked up guns.

This gun is the same as the one used for training on weekdays, and the target that moves in the distance is similar to the one used for training on weekdays.

Zhou Shijun aimed at the target in the distance, and then he confidently fired the first shot.

Bang, a monitor in the distance shows, Ten Rings.

"Beautiful!" Zhou Shijun smiled proudly, for him, these ten rings are as easy as eating.

At this time, gunshots also sounded next to him, and Zhou Shijun glanced at the rings of the people next to him, and they were all ten.

"It's still a bit of strength!" Zhou Shijun smiled slightly and continued to pull the trigger.

Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings.

In the next eight shots, Zhou Shijun all shot ten rings, and a person from the Northeast Military Academy next door to him shot nine rings in the eighth shot, according to the rules, the first nine shots must have ten rings, so that person must start shooting again.

"Dish!" Zhou Shijun pulled the corners of his mouth proudly and looked at the target in the distance again.

Call!! Zhou Shijun exhaled a long breath and adjusted his breathing.

As long as this last shot hits the nine rings, Chen Wanru, who is the second stick, can start.

Zhou Shijun stared at the target opposite, and when it moved to a certain position, he suddenly opened fire.

Bang.

Gunshots.

Zhou Shijun put the gun down, Jiuhuan, this should be appropriate.

At this moment, on the monitor in the distance, a figure 8 suddenly appeared.

"What!!" Zhou Shijun's eyes widened, and he looked at the 8 in disbelief, "How is it possible, I obviously aim at it, how can this be!" ”

"Hahaha, let's start all over again!!" A student from the Northwest Military Academy, who was standing not far from Zhou Shijun, said with a smile.

"It must be that I'm too nervous, it must be!" Zhou Shijun took a deep breath and resumed shooting.

At this time, the student of the Northwest Military Academy, who had just laughed at him next to him, also suddenly shouted.

"How can it be 7 rings, it's not right!!"

Zhou Shijun peeked at the student's target and found that the other party only hit the seventh ring in the last shot.

"It's okay!!" Zhou Shijun breathed a sigh of relief and continued to hit the target.

Ten rings, ten rings...

In the first nine shots, he still played ten rings steadily, but in the tenth shot, Zhou Shijun shot another ten rings.

If you don't reach the required number of rings, continue to start over!

The person from the Northwest Military Academy standing next to Zhou Shijun also hit 9 ten rings at this time, only the last one was missing, he looked at the target intently, and the moment he pulled the trigger, he suddenly paused.

This pause was only for a moment, and at this moment, the target a hundred meters away suddenly accelerated slightly.

This acceleration is not visible to ordinary people with the naked eye at all, but this person from the Northwest Military Academy has been staring, so he noticed this little bit of acceleration.

"There is a slight acceleration when shooting!!" The Northwest Military Academy's eyes lit up, and then he made a gesture to pull the trigger again.

The target accelerated slightly, as before.

At this moment, the students of the Northwest Military Academy pulled the trigger.

Bang.

9 Rings!!

"Sure enough!!" The students of the Northwest Military Academy clenched their fists hard, then turned their heads and looked at Zhou Shijun who was starting from scratch again.

At this time, Zhou Shijun was very angry, and he was starting to fight again, when he saw that the other party had hit 9 rings, he was even more anxious now, and hurriedly started shooting.

Ten rings, ten rings, nine rings...

From the ground up.

Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, eight rings start all over again.

Zhou Shijun became more and more anxious, and his accuracy was getting worse and worse.

At this time, the students of the other two military academies next to them also discovered the abnormality of the target, and then won 9 rings one after another.

Everyone had already left the shooting range, but Zhou Shijun continued to happily repeat the action of shooting the target and starting again.

Minutes passed like this.

"What the hell is going on, why is this happening, why am I still wasting my time here!!" Zhou Shijun was sweating profusely, and the target a hundred meters away seemed to him to be a clown who kept laughing at him, but his gun couldn't hit the man's face.

"Why, why, why ?!!!!"

Zhou Shijun clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes had become red.

Ten rings, ten rings, eight rings.

Eight rings.

Ten rings, six rings.

With the violent fluctuations in his mood, Zhou Shijun's rings became more and more weird.

"What's going on, what's going on, how could I be like this, I obviously want to show it to Teacher Duan, why am I like this, why!!" Zhou Shijun is almost going crazy, everyone else has been gone for I don't know how long, only he is still here, how can it be a head if it goes on like this!!

Minutes and seconds passed.

In the blink of an eye, more than forty minutes passed.

The place where Zhou Shijun was standing was already surrounded by a piece of bullet casings.

"What the hell is going on!" Zhou Shijun threw the gun to the ground in a daze, he was about to collapse.

"Pay attention to the speed at which the target moves." Just then, a slightly familiar voice came from the side.

Zhou Shijun was stunned for a moment and looked to the side.

I saw Zhao Chunliang, who was carrying a black umbrella, standing beside him.

"Teacher Zhao, why are you..."

"I saw that there was no news from Mr. Duan's side for a long time, so I went to take a look, and found that the third stick hadn't arrived yet, so I looked for it round by round, but I didn't expect you to be still here!" Zhao Chunliang said, "When you shoot the last shot, the speed of this target will change somewhat, you pay attention to it yourself." Zhao Chunliang said.

"The last shot?" Zhou Shijun suddenly had a thrill, and he remembered that the first round of shooting was the problem at the tenth shot.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shijun hurriedly picked up the gun on the ground and started shooting again.

I don't know why, when Zhao Chunliang stood beside him, he felt that the whole person was very confident.

Ten rings, ten rings...

Soon, Zhou Shijun shot ten rings in the first nine shots, and when he fired the tenth shot, Zhou Shijun also found the abnormality of the target and accurately hit the nine rings.

It's finally time for the next round!!

Zhou Shijun was so excited that he almost cried, he looked at Zhao Chunliang and shouted, "Teacher Zhao, go back quickly, I can go forward." ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Chunliang nodded and turned to leave.

Looking at Zhao Chunliang's back, Zhou Shijun's eyes suddenly widened.

He seemed to have thought of something.

The mountain where the fifth stick is located is at least fifty kilometers away from my side!

Mr. Zhao left on foot, that is to say, he came on foot, and more than 40 minutes have passed since he shot himself, that is to say, Mr. Zhao has walked more than 50 kilometers in less than 40 minutes!

This... Doesn't that mean that he has to reach seventy or eighty kilometers per hour?!!

How is this possible?!

That's when it happened.

Beep, beep.

The whistle sounded, and so did the radio.

Zhao Chunliang, who had just walked out no more than ten meters, stood still.

"The first round of competition ended, the first place was the Third Military School in the Northwest, the second place was the Second Military School in the Northeast, the third place was the Fourth Military School in the Southwest, and the fourth place was the First Military School in South China."

The sound of the broadcast made Zhou Shijun stunned.

Contest... The contest is over?

How could this be, how could it be so fast?!

"Oops, it looks like there's no chance to play." Zhao Chunliang sighed helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I'm dragging everyone down, I'm sorry!!" Zhou Shijun collapsed instantly and sat directly on the ground, he didn't expect that he had sworn to help the school fight for honor, but because of himself, his group had just finished the first round, and the game was over.

This is the greatest humiliation that the No. 1 Military Academy in South China has ever experienced since it participated in the joint competition of the four schools.

He Zhou Shijun is destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame and spurned by 10,000 people.

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm dead!" Zhou Shijun shouted and picked up the gun with bullets on the ground, aimed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The gun didn't go off, but was kicked off.

Zhao Chunliang stood next to Zhou Shijun, and the foot that kicked the gun was horizontal in front of Zhou Shijun.

"I can't bear this setback, how can I defend my family and the country in the future?" Zhao Chunliang looked at Zhou Shijun with a calm face.

"I'm dragging everyone down, what face do I have to live?" Zhou Shijun shouted.

Zhao Chunliang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the soles of his feet, which were still in front of Zhou Shijun, suddenly turned and touched Zhou Shijun's face.

"Isn't that a face? You're going to die, that's really shameless, stand up for Lao Tzu, you people are the future commanders and leaders of the Shenzhou army, what is a leader? Perseverance, that's the real leader. Zhao Chunliang shouted angrily.