At the end of April, the temperature in the suburbs of Beijing was not high, and it was already dusk.

In the light of the setting sun, the dark outlines of the distant mountains are gilded with a golden edge, the ridges stretch across the sky, and the ground is dazzlingly golden.

Standing solemnly in the car, his mind racing fast, he was facing a difficult choice.

How to fight?

How to win?

Before, he had seen a contest between Instructor No. 2 and Second Lieutenant Cui Weinan.

To be honest, Zhuang Yan knew very well how many pounds and taels he had in the shooting subject.

If he could still fight with Yu Qunchao before, it was because the level between them was still very close, but now facing the No. 2 instructor, what he feels is an obvious gap in level and experience.

This guy is not disturbed by solemnity in the slightest.

It's almost useless to play with him.

Instructor No. 2 doesn't get in the oil and salt, it's like a steel plate, and there's no place to insert a needle for you.

The truck starts in a low voice, the driver shifts gear, and begins to move at a constant pace.

Zhuang Yan's mind was still racing, and the question was not answered.

How do you want to fight? What does it take to win?

Instructor No. 2 can see at a glance that he is a professional soldier, and he does not know what kind of training he has received or what kind of experience he has had.

But there is one thing, this man definitely has actual combat experience.

There is a murderous aura on the body, and you can smell it.

It's as simple as that.

That's the scariest part.

On talent, solemnity is not afraid; But in terms of experience, I was nine streets behind Instructor No. 2.

Some things can be made up with hard work, some can't, and can only be accumulated slowly.

Suddenly, a sunset shining from the distant mountains reflected on the solemn face.

With an idea, he solemnly put his heart horizontally.

Fight!

He decided to take a gamble and become a gambler.

The car was getting closer and closer to the 30-meter dirt road where the scheduled shooting would begin, and everyone on the sidelines held their breath.

It's just too attractive.

Lao Baimao seemed to be a little nervous when he saw Zhuang Zheng, and suddenly said: "Don't be nervous, your No. 2 instructor is not the most powerful, don't worry, challenge him boldly, don't be pressured." ”

Instructor No. 2 turned his head, glanced at the old white hair, and actually smiled.

This half-joking sentence made solemn heart relax.

"Ready!"

As soon as the old white hair's voice fell, the carriage shook a little.

Zhuang Zheng immediately wrapped the strap of the 85 sniper around his left arm, tightened the strap, and prepared to raise the gun.

Old White Fur noticed this action.

Actually, it's a little trick.

Holding the handguard directly is not as stable as wrapping the arm around the arm with a harness, especially with a two-point harness like the 85 Sniper, which is easier to handle and increase the stability of the gun.

It seems that this kid has not been delayed under Han Zixuan, but he has learned some real talents.

"Start shooting!"

The old rules gave an order.

Same target speed.

Three targets rise behind a low wall 200 meters away.

The eyes of all the old people on the sidelines lit up, staring at the truck, and someone held up to the distant target position to observe.

Phew-

The gun went off.

The iron target hit the ground in response.

There was no synchronization this time.

One person fired, the other did not.

Almost all of them had a huge exclamation point popping out of their heads at the same time - how fast!

How could it be so fast!?

As soon as the target was raised, as soon as it was in place, it was hit.

No matter how fast you shoot, there is also a search process.

The order of the three targets is not fixed and changes every time.

After raising the gun, it is customary to quickly search, judge, and lock on to the field of vision before firing.

But the shot just now was simply beyond the normal rate of fire.

Only when you raise your hand and shoot almost immediately can you have that speed.

No need to search?

Don't need to stabilize the crosshair?

It's incredible!

A few seconds later, the old Tezhong who was watching the battle suddenly burst into cheers.

It was Su Huikai's voice, the loud voice that could be heard without looking at anyone.

"Solemnly won! Holy! Solemnly won! Hahaha! Solemnly, this bastard has won! ”

He turned around like a little insane, looked at Yan Ming, looked at Serious, and looked at Cui Weinan again.

The latter three were also stunned.

Is it possible?

Is it dreaming?

Cui Weinan couldn't help but pinch his thigh.

Fortunately, there is consciousness, not a dream.

There is nothing to describe the excitement of the big man Su Huikai at the moment.

Can you stop brushing that damn potty?

Can you not use the disgusting "residue" that you and solemnly have to lie down next to the squatting pit in the bathroom one by one and clean them with a brush every Sunday when others are tidying up housekeeping?

Can you slap the instructors with strength?

It's so cool!

In order to vent the excitement in his chest that was about to explode, Su Huikai simply hugged the seriousness next to him, carried him up, and turned around three times before putting him back on the ground.

"Northern Gun King" Yu Qunchao's face was solemn, staring at the solemnity in the carriage.

How did he do it?

When he shot against himself before, he wasn't that fast!

If it was a solemn limit to compete with yourself before, now the level has exceeded at least double just now.

Solemn has this level, why didn't he kill himself directly just now?

Hidden strength needs to be like this?

No matter what kind of mentality the people outside the stadium are, a layer of cold sweat has appeared on the solemn forehead on the car.

Only he knows what is going on.

Instructor No. 2 did not speak, silently withdrew from the live ammunition magazine, and put it back into the special cartridge belt.

He gave a thumbs up to the solemn one: "Boy, you are ruthless enough!" ”

The old white fur looked at the solemn with great interest, and said to Instructor No. 2: "Why am I a little impulsive and want to get this kid to our detachment?" ”

Instructor No. 2 said, "We don't have a place for us. ”

The old white hair smiled and said, "Yes, but I like this kid a lot." ”

He turned to solemnity again and said: "On the battlefield, your cleverness is useless, it's okay for you to speculate on the field, remember, playing a game, encountering an opponent with a huge disparity in strength, you can do this, really to the actual combat, at least I suggest you have to be cautious, but I have no objection to you being a gambler, after all, any situation can arise in actual combat." ”

Instructor No. 2 said, "It's useless to tell him this, he's still young." ”

Zhuang Zheng's face was already flushed.

Because his little trick was seen through by Lao Baimao.

Fortunately, the old white hair did not object to his own approach, which surprised Zhuang Yan.

I thought it would be criticized, but it didn't.

It seems that these instructors are different from the instructors of any unit they usually meet.

Lao Baimao looked outside the car and reminded: "Get ready, get ready to go to the automatic rifle link." ”

Zhuang Zheng and Instructor No. 2 quickly began to change guns and ammunition.

The old white hair asked again: "Boy, are you still going to gamble?" ”

The solemnly loaded hand paused on the Type 95 automatic rifle.

"Bet."

He raised his head, looked at the old white hair, and said unabashedly: "Otherwise, I won't be able to win Instructor No. 2." ”

"Good! Balls! The old white hair nodded slightly, and turned to Instructor No. 2: "What do you do?" ”

"Cold salad." Instructor No. 2 said expressionlessly: "Let's bet together!" ”

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