The Scout's 100-meter rapid-fire target requires a 100-meter advance within 40 seconds, during which 30 moving targets will randomly appear, and more than 25 of them will be qualified.

As an eight-year-old scout, the old artillery shot out not 10,000 bullets, but also 8,000, and was proficient in all kinds of standing shooting, kneeling shooting, and lying shooting.

And this "sports rapid-fire" that has been practiced for a long time, the old cannon does not need to show all its strength at all, and it can be easily done.

When the fierce gunfire stopped, the target reporter shouted out the number of targets counted, and the audience immediately burst into fierce applause.

Ran 100 meters in 36 seconds, interspersed with many tactical positions, and all targets were hit.

Even if this achievement is put aside to the entire Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, it is a top-notch existence, not to mention, most of the recruits present are recruits, and it is the first time in this life to see such dazzling shooting skills.

Excited, excited, it's inevitable!

After the old cannon listened to the target report, his black face gradually stretched and he walked out of the shooting range with a faint smile.

"Now it's your turn."

When he came to Zhuang Yan's side, Lao Pao raised his eyebrows, and then said: "Don't say that I take advantage of you, I don't need you to act according to any regulations, as long as you take less time than me, even if you complete it at the same time, you will win this competition." ”

Zhuang Yan unfastened the rifle safety with his right hand, and said nonchalantly: "Thank you squad leader for letting me." ”

"When you're ready, start on your own!"

Seeing that the hot face was sticking to a cold buttocks, the old cannon reminded him lightly, turned around and walked to the back.

"Huh!"

Zhuang Yan turned his head and smiled at the back of the old cannon, and then returned his attention to the target in front of him.

After taking a few seconds to adjust his breath, he shouted "start", leaned forward, and while pulling the gun and loading it, the whole person rushed out.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Continuous gunfire rang out, although there was no formal tactical action, but the marksmanship was quite accurate, one shot at a time, and the advance was very smooth.

After advancing 40 meters, the 15 rounds in the first magazine were fired, and Zhuang Yan, who had not been trained to change magazines quickly, bumped and bumped for several seconds before changing them.

Seeing the punishment style here, I couldn't help but smile!

The maximum reload of the magazine of the Type 95 automatic rifle is 30 rounds, and this "scout 100-meter rapid fire movement" has only 30 targets in total, so it stands to reason that there is no need to replace the magazine.

However, all the training subjects in the army are based on actual combat as the ultimate goal, and it is impossible to consume only 30 rounds of ammunition in a single assault, so it is indispensable to quickly change the magazine.

Maybe it's because the magazine has been replaced for too long, or maybe it's the 40-meter sprint that makes his breath a little confused.

As a result, after the magazine was replaced, the first shot missed the target, which also caused the magazine to be empty when the last target was hit.

As a result, the "magic skill" in the plot - throwing a gun and smashing the target, just appeared in front of everyone's eyes in such a "high-profile".

Miao Lian, who had been secretly observing, was immediately overjoyed when he saw this "witty" scene.

"Oops, I finally got one to wait, haha."

Miao Lian laughed at Chen Pai, and then said excitedly: "Look, look, the eight-year-old scout Youzi lost to a rookie egg, interesting, I like it." ”

"Obviously, it started to miss the target, and in the end I could only hit it with a rifle." Chen Pai shook his head, "I don't think it should be a win." ”

"Why don't you count!"

Miao Lian raised a pitch, "This war...... War is life and death, unscrupulous, what should you do if the scouts are behind enemy lines and run out of bullets? ”

"In my opinion, don't talk about smashing with a gun, even if it's biting with your teeth or hitting your head, as long as you can take down the enemy, that's a good way."

After breathing a sigh of relief and calming down, Miao Lian said: "Besides, this recruit can think of smashing with a gun, his brain...... It's not ordinary, with a little training, it must be a good embryo for special forces. ”

Hearing Miao Lian say so much excitedly, Chen Pai kept smiling throughout the whole process and did not interrupt with words.

He knew very well in his heart that Miao Lian had always had a dream of special forces in his heart, but physical reasons made him miss it in this life.

In this case, finding a good soldier seedling and cultivating him into an excellent special soldier has become his lifelong wish.

At this time, the results of the target inspection on the training ground came out!

"Time 36 seconds, all targets hit!"

Hearing the shouts of the target reporter, the recruits applauded excitedly again, Zhuang Yan was also very satisfied with his results, with a little pride on his face, he tilted his head to look at the old gun.

As a veteran who has been in the army for eight years, and now he is defeated by a new soldier, the old cannon has no anger, nor any anger, only a deep helplessness.

Am I old? Or have the times advanced? Lao Cannon is not a philosopher, he can't understand.

However, when a soldier speaks, he does what he says, one spit and one nail, and since he has lost, what to do, no one needs to remind him.

At this time, the recruits who were applauding excitedly, seeing the old squad leader of the first class, put down their guns with a disappointed face, ready to complete the agreement with a new recruit, and they all put down their hands with complicated expressions.

Putting aside the position of the head of a squad, as a veteran of eight years of hard training, in front of more than 100 recruits, confessed to one of the recruits, this kind of humiliating thing...... The average person simply can't bear it.

Just by throwing away face and keeping promises, it is enough for everyone to pay tribute!

Just when the old cannon was about to bend down and do push-ups, everyone was surprised.

A recruit with a height of more than one meter eight and a sturdy physique, I don't know when he appeared behind the old cannon, and a pair of powerful hands easily held the old cannon up.

This person has no other, it is a "long-planned" style of punishment!

"Squad leader, borrow your gun and use it, don't be in a hurry to wait for me to do push-ups for two minutes."

Xing Feng didn't explain, picked up the gun on the ground, and walked straight to Zhuang Yan in the puzzled eyes of the old cannon.

"Do you dare to compare with me?"

Xing Feng deliberately used provocative words, intending to provoke Zhuang Yan.

"Cut, who do you think you are, I let me compare, I have to compare with you." Zhuang Yan raised his head and stared at Xing Feng, with an unhappy expression.

"Haven't you always wanted to know...... Why do I know what happened before you joined the army? That's the stake. ”

This is the foreshadowing that Xing Feng deliberately prepared for today two months ago, he has absolute confidence, and the arrogant kid in front of him will definitely step into the trap he laid step by step.

"Okay, that's what you said, I'll compare it with you."

This matter lasted for two months, and if it continued like this, Zhuang Yan felt that he would go crazy sooner or later, so he agreed without hesitation.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet."

Xing Feng put away the smile on his face and said seriously: "If you lose, put away that ridiculous pride in the future, hold your tail between your legs, and be a recruit egg with me, and ......"

As he spoke, Xing Feng took a step forward and stared at Zhuang Yan condescendingly.

"The dignity of a veteran is not a stepping stone for you to grandstand, those two hundred push-ups must be written off."