"It's so weird, is it luck again?"

"Can't you?"

"Who knows, when people are lucky, luck follows people. Maybe Ning Tao is such a lucky person. ”

The crowd talked.

"The host is still too weak, and it is still far from the best results."

The Devil Fruit Tree Inheritance System said with a bit of disdain.

Ning Tao's face was expressionless, as if he didn't have any waves for such an achievement.

"The performance of the group of guns, several of them are very good. The guns are very fast, I don't know how well you shoot? ”

"Wang Yanbing is out of the ranks!"

"Zhuang Yan is out of the ranks!"

"Ning Tao, ...... out of the ranks"

Commander Xiao selected 30 people from 50 people to enter the next round of shooting competition.

These are the best soldiers of the 128th Regiment, and their shooting ability is accurate.

"Just now it was a group of guns, and now it's the disassembly and assembly of new firearms, plus movable target shooting. See who can have the last laugh. ”

He Zhijun was obviously not satisfied with the current situation, and hoped to put more pressure on them to see how much pressure Ning Tao and they could bear.

Fifteen days later, there will be a big competition, and at that time there will be many excellent fighters, and the challenge will be greater.

Therefore, the difficulty of this small competition must be improved, and the regular training method, which is repeated every day, may not be able to inspire everyone's fighting spirit in a very short period of time and let them see the shortcomings in their bodies.

Ning Tao is malleable, and He Zhijun hopes to see the potential in Ning Tao and other fighters.

"We've got to do it this time."

Commander Xiao said to Wang Yanbing.

"Yes!"

Wang Yanbing agreed, eager in his heart.

"The old rule, count to three and start after counting."

“1！”

“2！”

“3……”

"Let's go!"

At the sound of an order, the thirty people quickly disassembled and assembled the brand-new firearms.

This firearm has a lot of recoil and has undergone some adjustments.

These subtle changes are not easy to detect, but there will be deviations in the accuracy of shooting.

When Regiment Commander Xiao was preparing, he was specially instructed by Brigade Commander He.

On the battlefield, the gun is the life of a soldier, and after getting the gun, you should quickly familiarize yourself with it and know the gun in your hand as if you were familiar with yourself.

Often when many emergencies occur, many sudden accidents are unpredictable.

At this time, a little deviation and omission will determine whether you can survive or not.

Ning Tao disassembled and assembled at a constant speed, this time Wang Yanbing and Zhuang Yan became vigilant from the beginning, they tried to calm themselves, speed up the assembly, and then shoot.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang......

The three men were shooting almost at the same time.

Moving targets are the best way to check a person's shooting accuracy.

After these fighters entered the 128th regiment, they were still lacking in shooting training.

Brigade Commander He made such a request at this time, and he felt a bit like pulling out the seedlings.

It was almost as imagined that some of the thirty people were too nervous to shoot and miss the target, and some of them had a very low hit rate.

After Wang Yanbing finished shooting, he looked at the three positions hit on the target and smiled contentedly.

Because he found that Ning Tao seemed to have only one gun hole on the target.

The distance is a bit far away, and I can only look at it roughly, and I can't be sure.

"It's okay, practice hard next time. You disassemble and assemble the gun very quickly, and the shooting is not bad, but you have a 90 ring. ”

Zhuang Yan smiled and comforted Ning Tao.

Wang Yanbing didn't say a word, his eyes stared at Ning Tao.

"Not really, right? Is this guy really just lucky? ”

Judging from the results on the surface of the target now, it seems that Wang Yanbing won, but what the truth is, Wang Yanbing is not clear for the time being.

"Let's announce the results."

He Zhijun stood aside and ordered at Commander Xiao.

The target reporter began to report, "The No. 1 target area, Wang Yanbing, fired a total of three shots, and the three shots hit 80 rings, 90 rings, and 90 rings respectively. ”

"No. 2 target area, Zhuang Yan ......"

"Number 3 ......"

The report in front of the target reporter was finished, and Ning Tao's results became a suspense at this time.

"The 30th target area, Ning Tao, fired a total of three shots. There is only one 90-ring hole on the target! ”

What the!

That's all there is to it?

Just hit a 90 ring?

That's pretty surprising.

How could such a thing happen?

He Zhijun and Head Xiao glanced at each other, a little incredulous.

They still had some expectations for Ning Tao, but they didn't expect such an accident to happen.

"If the horse stumbles, the next time you try it."

Head Xiao said with a smile.

Ning Tao is not familiar with firearms, and it is not bad that he can score such a result.

He Zhijun squinted his eyes and did not speak.

"I'll just say it's still Wang Yanbing, right? He's the top seed in our 128th team. ”

"Yes, Zhuang Yan is not bad. The two of them have a great talent for shooting. ”

"I think Ning Tao is also very powerful, as long as he is a little more stable, maybe he can play better."

The onlookers privately commented and summarized, hoping that it would be helpful for their next training.

The game ended, everyone dispersed, and Ning Tao continued to train like no one else.

Wang Yanbing's brows furrowed, always feeling weird.

Zhuang Yan smiled at Wang Yanbing and said, "Don't be sad, you have finally picked up your face." Hurry up and adjust yourself, strengthen your training, and face the next big competition as soon as possible. That's where we really show our talents. ”

The matter of training was handed over to the others, and Commander Xiao accompanied He Zhijun to leave.

He Zhijun's eyes couldn't help but pay attention to Ning Tao's file.

Suddenly, He Zhijun stopped and looked at Regiment Commander Xiao, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.

"Every target station in the shooting range I picked up has a monitor, take me to the monitoring room."

"Brigadier, you're going to ......"

"Follow me."

"Yes, Brigadier."

Commander Xiao followed He Zhijun to the monitoring station.

He didn't quite understand what He Zhijun was going to do.

Could it be that there is still some error in the shooting score just now?

Probably not.

These target reporters can be quite professional, and besides, except for Ning Tao, who has the shortest chance of touching guns and handles, the others are all shooting masters.

If He Zhijun hadn't changed his crosshairs and so on, it wouldn't have been such a result.

"What do you think of Ning Tao's gun just now?"

"It's pretty fast, but he shot at the target, maybe he didn't pay attention to adjusting the crosshair, and there was a deviation. Only one shot hit 90 rings. ”

Head Xiao replied with a serious face.

"That's what you think?"

He Zhijun asked.

"Brigadier, isn't that so? It was obvious that you had arranged to adjust the crosshairs of the guns just now, otherwise maybe Ning Tao would have performed better. ”

Head Xiao muttered.

Of course, he knew Brigade Commander He's good intentions.

When the time comes for the real battle, who will give you time to compete with you?

Even if you can hit the bullseye in a few minutes during training, what about hitting a few 80 or 90 rings?

On the battlefield, a lot of luck is needed, not the so-called hit rate during training, but the shooting killing.

"Look here."

He Zhijun walked to the monitoring platform, asked people to open the No. 30 target platform, and delayed the playback frequency to magnify the scene of the bullet flying.

Head Xiao stared at the picture with his eyes, and the whole person froze.