There is no doubt that Yang Feng won the first place with an absolute advantage.

Mu Xiaoyun followed closely behind and won second place.

After that, Wei Cheng, Chen Jun and others.

Zhang Xiaoshan's performance is also very good, ranking around 30.

Unloading the heavy equipment, everyone sat in the snow and gasped for breath, and they could clearly see that there was a white mist emanating from their bodies, all of which were mist condensed by sweat in the cold wind.

After resting for a while, Long Qianjun walked over and shouted, "All assemble!" ”

Bang la blah.

Everyone has stood in the line as fast as possible, maintaining the overall uniformity.

Long Qianjun looked at everyone and said, "Let's take the second basic test of the martial arts test, the strength test." ”

With that, he led the team to the training room where strength training was carried out and began to assess the tests in turn.

This was followed by several basic tests.

None of these tests are Yang Feng's strengths, so his results are not the first, but he is also in the top five.

After the last basic test, Long Qianjun announced the disbandment of dinner, and told everyone that the afternoon was mainly an assessment test of shooting and fighting.

After having lunch and resting for two hours.

Everyone gathered in front of the dormitory building, and then was taken to the shooting range for a firearms-related assessment, including firearm disassembly, firearm combination, and target shooting.

The assessment results are divided into two parts, the firearm decomposition and the firearm combination are divided into one part, and the results are calculated according to the time; Target shooting is part of the target, and the score is calculated according to the average score of the three rounds of target shooting.

Because of the limited number of target sites, grouping was performed.

Yang Feng and Wei Cheng were placed in the first group!

Wei Cheng smiled with excitement after knowing this result, because shooting has always been his forte, and Yang Feng is in a team with him, and he has a chance to defeat Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's expression was indifferent, he didn't care about this grouping, anyway, in the end, it was the ranking of all the results, and it was the same in which group he was divided into.

"Ready!" Long Qianjun glanced at the timer in his hand and waved his hand, "Let's go!" ”

Hearing the order, Yang Feng quickly ran to the table, picked up the Type 95 automatic rifle in front of him, and began to quickly disassemble it.

It's fast!

Amazingly fast!

When the other team members were halfway down, Yang Feng had already begun to combine firearms.

The various parts of the Type 95 automatic rifle were skillfully assembled, and finally the magazine was inserted and placed on the table.

There was an invigilator next to him who immediately recorded the time when Yang Feng had completed.

Yang Feng looked at Wei Cheng on the very edge, which had also been completed, almost at the same time as him.

Feeling Yang Feng's gaze, Wei Cheng showed a defiant smile and made a move of holding a gun to shoot, meaning to defeat Yang Feng in the shooting.

Yang Feng shrugged, and he also had absolute confidence in shooting.

"A group of all firearms has been assembled, and the shooting assessment is applied." One of the proctor fighters shouted.

"Let's go!" Long Qianjun shouted.

"Yes!"

When Yang Feng heard the order, he walked to the shooting point with his gun and squatted down, looking at the target in the distance through the sight.

Suddenly, he frowned, and realized a very serious problem.

The sights are not corrected!

Why is the sight not corrected?

Yang Feng was puzzled, how could such a low-level mistake happen in the assessment of special forces?

Or did the captain deliberately provide a batch of guns without sight correction to test everyone's shooting skills?

If the sights are out of sight just because of a preservation problem, then you are too unlucky!

Yang Feng's eyes skimmed to the comrade-in-arms next to him, and found that the comrade-in-arms had a solemn expression, squatting at the firing point and already shooting.

Bang bang bang!

In just a few seconds, the soldier had completed the first round of ten rounds.

Yang Feng no longer hesitated, aimed at the crooked sight, and began to shoot.

No matter what the situation is, he has no choice but to shoot with a gun, because if it is on the battlefield, the enemy will not give him time to correct his sights, let alone give him time to change his guns, so he can only shoot!

Bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and Yang Feng also finished firing ten bullets.

"Target!" Long Qianjun shouted at the target position opposite.

"Report, 85 rings at target site 1; 95 rings at target position 2; Target 3 89 rings...... Target position 10... 65 rings. A voice came from afar.

Hearing the results, everyone's eyes focused on Yang Feng, because Yang Feng was shooting at the No. 10 target position.

65 rings?

This should be the lowest target shooting result since the establishment of the Dragon Weapon Special Brigade!

Everyone couldn't believe why Yang Feng, who was very good in all aspects, had such poor target shooting results.

Wei Cheng was the No. 2 target position, the highest in the first round of shooting, naturally very proud, looking at Yang Feng with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Yang Feng, your performance is probably the worst in the history of special forces, I really don't know what you have practiced in target training all these years as a soldier?" Even if you sneak out of a new recruit, it is estimated that your shooting score is better than yours. ”

Poof.

Laughter rang out all around.

The shooting results of 65 rings are indeed a bit ridiculous.

"Yang Feng, are you in a bad state?" Long Qianjun asked with a calm face, he didn't believe that Yang Feng's real level was only 65 rings, and he must have played abnormally.

"Report, I'm fine." Yang Feng squinted his eyes, with a hint of stubbornness in his tone.

His stubbornness has also come up, no matter what the sight of this gun is, he will use it to the end, and now that he has adapted to the sight of this gun, the next round of shooting will definitely be more than 65 rings.

"Okay, move on to the second round of shooting." Long Qianjun shouted loudly, looking at Yang Feng's eyes full of worry.

Yang Feng's face was firm, he picked up the Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand and lay down in the snow, and began to shoot with simple aiming.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of gunfire lingered in his ears, and he felt the recoil of the automatic rifle in his hand, which was very familiar.

"Target!" Long Qianjun shouted loudly.

"Report, 80 rings at target site 1; 90 rings at No. 2 target position; Target position 3 83 rings...... Target position 10... 96 rings. Voices were heard again in the distance.

Suck!

Everyone gasped and once again focused their surprised eyes on Yang Feng.

The last round was only 65 rings, and this round hit 96 rings, which is close to the full ring!

How did he manage such a huge contrast? Is it really because of the bad form in the first round? But even if it is a recovery state, the results of this 96 rings are too powerful!

There were all sorts of thoughts flashing in everyone's minds, but they were all undoubtedly shocked!

Yang Feng listened to his target shooting results in the second round, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

This time the results are my true level!!