Everyone was stunned, Huang Lian was actually helping Wang Feng.

After hearing this, the people in the referee team were also a little surprised, turned around, and said lightly to Wang Feng:

"Speed competition! If you don't have a gun speed of less than twenty seconds, you get the idea! Cheating in the game, disrupting the order of the troops, and lack of military discipline are more serious than before! - At least a major demerit! ”

"Yes!"

Wang Feng replied loudly.

In fact, the referee team is not optimistic about Wang Feng at all, and still thinks that he is cheating, and without one or two decades of experience in gun formation, it is difficult to group a scorpion so well.

"Humph! Now there are words! See what you have to say in a moment! ”

Hanway snorted coldly, took off his thick liner, raised the Gew.98 Mauser in his hand, and unloaded the parts.

He was going to assemble the Mauser rifle, which was one meter and twenty-five long and difficult to assemble.

Even though this was one of his best guns, it would take at least twenty-five seconds to assemble.

The heavy parts of the rifle clattered and fell on the table.

Han Wei despised Wang Feng, how could he use a pistol, he felt that it was impossible for him to listen to the words of his inferior mother, and if he won with a pistol, it would not be too glamorous.

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, Han Wei actually used a rifle, what he wanted to express was to belittle himself.

"Ding! Bite! ……”

Wang Feng also began to dismantle the scorpion style.

Nearby conscripts scrambled to grab the front row and fight for positions, wanting to see this wonderful competition.

They don't think that Wang Feng, who cheats, will win, mainly to watch the good show.

"Ready! Start in a minute! ”

The referee ordered, and most of the veterans involuntarily grabbed their toes and sweated for Wang Feng.

Others gloated, hoping that their mother's forty would not end well.

Most of them were recruits who had been instilled with negative knowledge by Hanway.

……

"Huh? The order and technique of dismantling the gun of Wang Feng are very unique! ”

In the viewing room, Company Commander Huang stared at Wang Feng's hands and squinted.

The chief of staff rarely spoke, and at this moment he was sitting quietly watching the battle, noncommittal to Commander Huang's words.

Zhang Liansheng saw the clue, and usually heard Wang Feng say that under the guidance of the old head of the shooting range, the gun assembly technique became more and more proficient.

Seeing that Wang Feng was reported, a ripple also appeared in Zhang Liansheng's heart, and a carefully cultivated individual soldier could not be eliminated like this.

Then it was Huang Lian Chang who applied for the competition, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

After glancing at the many battalion commanders and platoon commanders, they were all staring at Wang Feng below, Platoon Commander Zhang's eyes finally locked on Huang Lian, and said:

"This unloading sequence is very similar to that of the sharpshooter Qiansenna."

"What do you say, it's really a bit impressive...... So, was he really able to complete the Scorpion Pose in twenty seconds? ”

Huang Lian touched his chin and muttered, he used to be very good at assembling a gun, and he could assemble a submachine gun in less than twenty-two seconds, but now that he is old, he has long lost his former elegance.

"Hehe, please wait and see, sir!"

Platoon Commander Zhang smiled and said, Han Wei and Wang Feng below are his subordinates, so he still has a little say in front of many superiors.

When Huang Lian Chang heard this, he scolded with a smile:

"Hey! Comrade Xiao Zhang, I finally know why you put Wang Feng in a separate class, you are Wang Po selling melons! ”

"Haha......"

In the viewing room, everyone laughed when they heard this.

But in this way, they believed in Wang Feng's ability to assemble guns even more, because Platoon Commander Zhang blew him so high, and he was not afraid of falling.

……

Wang Feng pulled a flat table and placed the scorpion-like parts neatly on the table.

The parts are well arranged and all within easy reach.

Then, Wang Feng put on the blindfold in full view of everyone.

Not only Hanwei was stunned, but everyone else was stunned except for the leaders in the viewing room.

Han Wei said disdainfully: "You kid, do you think you can't win anyway, give yourself a step down, right?" ”

"Whatever you think, I will return the insults from last year!"

Wang Feng took out a drum plate, and when Han Wei saw it, his pupils shrank sharply, and then he frowned, thinking for a moment, and had an ominous premonition.

At this time, the announcer of the third class quietly came over and whispered to Han Wei:

"Captain, this gun is stuck in the trajectory! Finally, the step of the bridge clamp can be dispensed with! ”

Hanway frowned and replied, "No! Wouldn't that be looked down upon by everyone? Feed! ……”

Just as he was about to hand it back, the announcer slipped away.

"Hey! What are you doing? Don't waste everyone's time! ”

The referee walked up and asked Hanway sternly.

"Oh! I changed my gun, and this gun jammed! Hanway made an excuse.

The referee frowned and urged: "Speed! It's time to get started! ”

"Yes!"

Hanwei disassembled the new gun, placed it in the designated position, looked up at the blindfolded Wang Feng again, turned to the referee and said:

"I'm ready!"

"Ready!"

Wang Feng and Han Wei raised their hands, their claws were strong, and their legs were slightly bent.

"Let's go!"

"Click!"

As soon as the referee's order was issued, the blindfolded Wang Feng had already assembled the second set of parts, and it seemed that he was faster without looking at these parts!

And Han Wei had just picked up the gun, his eyes widened, and now he knew that Wang Feng was not cheating, and it was a real result just now!

Hanway went crazy, sped up the speed in his hand, was glad in his heart, and kept praising the announcer:

Good thing he gave me this good gun!

"Whew!"

The sharp end of the safety iron cut Wang Feng's index finger, and blood flowed out of it with a snort, and Wang Feng took a cool breath in pain:

"Shhh …”

When everyone saw it, they also took a breath, and the referee saw this and said loudly:

"Comrade Wang Feng, do you need to pause?"

Cutting his fingers will affect Wang Feng's next gun operation, and the iron tool has been inserted into the flesh, which is also easy to cause tetanus.

Therefore, this situation needs to be dealt with in time.

Wang Feng's blindfolded operation in the previous seconds had convinced all the referees of his ability.

It is inevitable to care about him with a normal attitude now.

Wang Feng has long been accustomed to the feeling of having his fingers cut by firearm parts, but just now because the small parts were scratched on the old wound, it would hurt more, he stretched his brows and quickly shook his head:

"Thank you! No! ”

From cutting your finger to declining the referee's questioning, three seconds have been wasted.

"Bang Bang!"

Wang Feng began to assemble, making a sonorous and powerful metal collision sound.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, for them, it was the most exciting gun competition ever.

Hanwei's speed in assembling the rifle is first-class, and Wang Feng's strength in assembling the submachine gun blindfolded is even more shocking.

It is estimated that after this competition, no matter whether Wang Feng wins or loses, no one will call him forty anymore.

Because they feel that if they can't even match the speed of their mother's 40 guns, then what are they? Forty-one, fifty?

Time flies.

"Click! Airplanes! ”

At twenty-two seconds, Han Wei finished first, squeezed the body of the gun, and suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Wang Feng.

The long barrel was so fast that it cut through the air and made a "buzzing" sound.

After Wang Feng heard the buzz, he stopped the movement in his hand, he knew that he had lost the competition this time.

At this moment, he is holding a complete scorpion pose in his right hand, his left palm is against the magazine, and his index finger is still dripping with eye-catching blood.