Chapter 42: A Strange Number of Targets
Chapter 42: A Strange Number of Targets
The bright sunlight shone on the young faces of the soldiers, reflecting a red halo, which made them appear more and more energetic and high-spirited.
Mo Xiaosheng looked at the fighters he had trained for seven days: "Are you ready?" β
Ten fighters replied in unison: "Report to the instructor, it is ready, please instruct." β
Mo Xiaosheng looked at Qi Baifeng: "Platoon Commander Qi, can you start?" Are you on your own? Or is someone else on it? β
"Report to the instructor." Xue Wu shouted.
"Speak."
"We want to compete directly with Platoon Commander Qi, and if we lose, we are willing to be punished." Xue Wu shouted loudly.
Qi Baifeng said angrily: "Stinky boy, wearing open crotch pants, his tone is not small. How do you want to compare? I'm with you. β
Xue Wu shouted: "We have placed the target fifty meters away, each person has three bullets, shoot in a lying position, and win or lose according to the number of rings on the target." β
"Well, it's up to you, I'd like to see how capable you are." Qi Baifeng sneered.
"Report." Lian Hai shouted.
"Speak!" Mo Xiaosheng was a little strange.
Lian Hai looked at Mo Xiaosheng, and then at Qi Baifeng: "Do we have one person who has more target rings than Qi Platoon Leader, even if we win." β
"That's right, that's what Lao Tzu said." Qi Baifeng was angry: "I also told you that if there are three full rings among you, I will lose." β
Deng Houfang waved his hand: "Don't quarrel, give birth to a child, let's start." β
Mo Xiaosheng replied, "Yes." β
Then he stepped forward and shouted: "All of them, check the equipment, get ready to shoot." β
He asked Qi Baifeng again: "Platoon Commander Qi, are you fighting with them, or are you starting a new stove?" β
Qi Baifeng looked at the eleven targets placed fifty meters on the opposite side, and snorted, "I'll accompany them." β
After speaking, he picked up a Type 38 rifle and lay down, also in a horizontal shooting posture.
"Report to the instructor, Xue Wu is ready, ask for a shot." Xue Wu shouted.
"You're going to scare the out of me?" Qi Baifeng glared at Xue Wu angrily: "What are you shouting?" Long-winded. β
Mo Xiaosheng shouted: "All of them, ready, shoot freely, no need to ask for instructions." β
Qi Baifeng suddenly knelt up and held a gun in his hand: "If Lao Tzu is lying down, he is bullying you." β
He pulls the bolt, loads the bullet, aims at the target, pulls the trigger, shoots, and shoots in one go, and the movements are crisp and beautiful.
"Horn horn." After the three shots rang out, Qi Baifeng stood up, and in a cheer, threw the gun to the soldiers behind him, his face full of pride.
The guns of the ten trained soldiers also rang out, and their actions such as loading bullets, aiming and shooting, and withdrawing from the cartridge casing, although they were not as beautiful as Qi Baifeng, they were also impressive and remarkable.
"Lianhai has finished shooting, please instruct."
"Tie Ying has finished shooting, please instruct."
After the ten fighters finished shooting, Mo Xiaosheng shouted, "Stand up and wait for instructions." β
Deng Houfang stepped forward and said, "Huang Ergou, report the number of targets." β
After a while, Huang Ergou's voice came: "No. 1 target 30 rings." β
"This is a target for the platoon leader, tsk, amazing, really a well-deserved sharpshooter." Said the onlookers.
"Twenty-nine rings of the second target." Huang Ergou's voice came from the opposite side again.
"Awesome!" An onlooker said: "Instructor Mo only trained them for seven days, and he was able to score 29 rings, which is incredible." β
"The third target has 28 rings, and the fourth target γγγγγγ" Huang Ergou paused: "The fourth target has 18 rings." β
Qi Baifeng snorted lightly and smiled slightly.
The No. 4 target was hit by Fan Zhiyong, and Fan Zhiyong did not have a lost look, but smiled weirdly.
"No. 5 target, No. 5 targetγγγγγγ" Huang Ergou looked at No. 5 target, a little confused: "No. 5 target 38 rings." β
What surprised Huang Ergou and everyone even more was that the No. 6 target had 40 rings.
Down there are two 30 rings, one 19 rings and one 27 rings.
Qi Baifeng looked at Deng Houfang stupidly, and Deng Houfang looked at Mo Xiaosheng.
Mo Xiaosheng walked up to a soldier lined up in a neat line, and shouted coldly, "Who told me? Who came up with this bad idea? β
The ten warriors who were still full of smugness just now suddenly hung their heads one by one like eggplants that had been weathered, and did not say a word.
"Don't speak, do you? If you don't speak, don't say it, where it comes from and where it goes, the reconnaissance squad doesn't need cheating fighters. Mo Xiaosheng roared angrily.
"Report to the instructor." Fan Zhiyong took a step forward: "No one came up with an idea, it was I who wanted to win over the platoon commander Qi, so I shot at Tie Ying's target." β
"Report to the instructor." Xue Wu also took a step forward: "Fan Zhiyong and I have the same idea. I was afraid of losing, I was afraid that if I couldn't win the platoon commander Qi, our reconnaissance squad would be disbanded, so I fired a shot at Lianhai's target, without prior agreement. β
He said: "Instructor, the mistake is made by me and Fan Zhiyong, and we will be punished if we want." β
Huang Ergou laughed: "Good boy, you two have a lot of ghost ideas, not bad." β
He turned to Qi Baifeng: "Platoon Leader, one 38 rings, one 40 rings, you lost, do you want to apprentice?" β
"Brother Ergou, don't make trouble, I'm losing." Mo Xiaosheng was annoyed.
Qi Baifeng let out a long sigh: "Mo Xiaosheng, you didn't lose, I lost." I said that if there are three people who play full ring, even if I lose, you have at least four people who are full ring now, and I am convinced. β
"All of them, apologize to Platoon Commander Qi." Mo Xiaosheng shouted.
The ten fighters said in unison: "Platoon Commander, I'm sorry. β
Qi Baifeng smiled and said, "No, no, you guys are good." β
Mo Xiaosheng roared again: "Because Xue Wu and Fan Zhiyong cheated, you must accept punishment." β
"Lizheng, all of them, five kilometers cross-country with weights, start to run." He slung his gun on his back and ran at the head of the line.
"Instructor, have you forgiven us? Don't you have to disband the scout squad? Xue Wu caught up with Mo Xiaosheng and accompanied him with a smiling face.
Mo Xiaosheng pursed his face and said angrily: "After ten kilometers of cross-country loading, see how I clean you up." β
Xue Wu said happily: "Okay, okay, as long as you don't fire me, you can clean me up as much as you want." β
"Instructor, how did five kilometers of weight-bearing cross-country become ten kilometers." Lian Hai asked with a grin.
Tie Ying said: "Don't ask, if you ask again, maybe it will grow to twenty kilometers like your age." β
Yu Xinghai shouted: "I'm happy today, the instructor punished us for 20 kilometers of weight-bearing cross-country, and I'm also happy." β
"As long as you talk a lot of, twenty kilometers, you can run alone." Xue Wu scolded with a smile.
He said to Mo Xiaosheng again: "Instructor, don't listen to that kid's words, ten kilometers, just ten kilometers, okay?" β
Mo Xiaosheng didn't speak, but he was secretly happy in his heart.
At night, the command of the secret service.
Deng Houfang looked at Mo Xiaosheng solemnly: "Shengzi, I want your reconnaissance squad to go down the mountain for activities, is there a problem?" β