118 Who is the sharpshooter

"Comrade Chen Beiming, come first!" Li Xiangqian smiled, deliberately behaving in front of three beauties - although Wang Ruonan looks like a tomboy, his appearance is actually quite high, from another point of view, he actually has a heart-warming neutral beauty, not to mention that in the barracks, a place where sows can race pearls, it is even more attractive!

"You come first." Chen Beiming said modestly.

"You come first."

"You come first."

Two people pushed back and forth.

The company commander came over: "Then together, I'll shout the password!" ”

Li Xiangqian was startled, quickly turned around, stood upright, and saluted: "Company commander, instructor." ”

Chen Beiming also greeted the two of them: "Company commander, instructor." ”

"Are you all ready?" The instructor asked.

"Report, it's all ready!" Li Xiangqian replied loudly, before he just wanted to show in front of the three beauties, but now he attaches more importance to this competition, and he has to show it in front of the company commander and instructor.

"Okay, let's get started." The instructor nodded.

Some soldiers had already put two assault rifles and two magazines on the shooting target, and Chen Beiming and Li Xiangqian stepped forward together.

"Ready—Start!" The company commander shouted, and at the same time waved his hand downward.

Chen Beiming and Li Xiangqian immediately leaned over and picked up the magazine and rifle.

Lee slammed to the ground, set up his assault rifle, and prepared to shoot in a lying position.

At the moment when he lay on the ground with a snap, Chen Beiming raised the gun, held the gun in a standing position, and did not seem to aim, and then fired ten shots in a row.

Li Xiangqian just started to shoot three shots, and Chen Beiming had already finished shooting!

From the moment the two of them started to act, the company commander and the instructor, as well as the other soldiers, all widened their eyes and stared at Chen Beiming without blinking, everyone wanted to see how Chen Beiming's shooting ability was, but in the blink of an eye, they could only hear the sound of thumping gunshots, and when he reacted, he had finished shooting, but most people didn't have time to take a closer look.

Only the most experienced company commanders and instructors, as well as a few other fighters, had their pupils constricted.

When everyone returned, Li Xiangqian's ten bullets were finished.

Soon, the fighters who reported the target sent back the shooting results of two people:

Chen Beiming, One Hundred Rings.

Li Xiangqian, Seventy-Eight Rings.

Li Xiangqian originally planned to shoot one shot at a time and shoot at his own pace, but Chen Beiming ran out of ten bullets in one breath, and the people next to him exclaimed, his mentality was chaotic all of a sudden, so the subsequent results were quite unsatisfactory.

"Not this time, do it again!" Li Xiangqian stood up and wanted to shout, but opened his mouth, and finally said nothing, just hung his head in a dejected manner.

He can't afford to lose that person, and if he loses, he loses!

The company commander and the instructor glanced at each other: "This kid - good marksmanship!" No wonder he performed so well in this operation! ”

Both of them were surprised in their hearts, and of course, there was a kind of unconvincing.

The dignified Third Company, the heroic Third Company, who is about to be commended by his superiors and then has to be an example for the whole army, can't even shoot Chen Beiming, if this is spread out, where will this old face go?

Although Chen Beiming once had the experience of serving in the special forces, but that was before, he is now just a literary soldier, an infantry company can't even shoot a literary soldier, if this is known by other troops, he can't laugh off his big teeth?

So the company commander and the instructor glanced at each other and immediately reached an agreement.

"Comrade Chen Beiming, your shooting ability is really good, in this way, you wait a minute, I will call another soldier to fight with you!" Company Commander Huang Zhidong said.

Chen Beiming glanced at the company commander and knew that he had only one choice at the moment, today's incident was either he was subdued by the three consecutive beatings, or he was subdued by the three consecutive beatings, there was no other possibility.

Because, here are the troops! The place that cares most about honor!

"Okay." Chen Beiming nodded.

The instructor hurriedly shouted: "Yang Qinghua! ”

"Here!" One of the warriors shouted, and then, at a trot in a standard military stance, ran out of the back of the crowd, made a circle and a half, and came to the front of the group.

"Yang Qinghua, you are now competing with Comrade Chen Beiming." The company commander said.

"Yes!"

This time, the two men still chose ten rounds, but they both tacitly decided to use a standing position and rapid fire.

"Ready—Start!" The company commander shouted the command again.

Moment.

Chen Beiming and Yang Qinghua leaned over together, picked up the gun, and picked up the magazine.

Bang bang bang!

The two men together began to shoot.

Soon, the target reporter returned the results:

Chen Beiming, One Hundred Rings.

Yang Qinghua, One Hundred Rings.

"This?" The company commander and the instructor looked at each other.

The two seem to be tied, but in the eyes of outsiders, Chen Beiming wins, and everyone's thoughts must be like this: Chen Beiming is a literary soldier, you can only have a tie with a literary soldier, are you embarrassed to say how awesome you are?

When the company commander and the instructor were at a loss, a soldier with a height of nearly two meters walked out silently, came to the two people, saluted, and then said in a tone that was not too big, and even a little soft: "Report, I want to compete with Comrade Chen Beiming." ”

The company commander and the instructor glanced at each other, and finally nodded together: "Okay." ”

The soldier then turned to Chen Beiming, saluted first, and then introduced himself: "Comrade Chen Beiming, hello, my name is Li Sheng, I want to have a discussion with you?" ”

Seeing this guy, Chen Beiming's heartbeat accelerated for the first time, but instead of being afraid, he was excited, and finally found the excitement of an opponent on a par.

He didn't know why he felt that way!

"Good!" Chen Beiming nodded.

"Let's stop playing this, let's play a 100-meter moving target rapid-fire, how about it?" Li Sheng still spoke in that suave tone.

"100-meter moving target rapid-fire?" Chen Beiming was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay." ”

The company commander hurriedly ordered the other fighters to set it up.

What no one expected was that at this moment, in the rear, in the distance, two people jumped out of the jeep and walked slowly, it was Li Zhongliang, the commander of the Eleventh Army, and another middle-aged man about fifty years old.

The middle-aged man was a major general officer.

The two of them chatted while walking, and when they got closer, they found that there was a game going on in front of them, Li Zhongliang had good eyesight, and at the moment they were standing at an angle that could oversee the overall situation, he took a look at it, and laughed with a snort: "Hehe, the people of the third company and Chen Beiming have done it?" ”

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged officer asked as he cupped his eyes and observed.

"The marksman of the third company is competing with Chen Beiming to shoot!" Li Zhongliang explained with a smile.

"What? Chen Beiming and the marksman compete in shooting? The middle-aged officer was stunned for a moment, and then laughed with a sneer: "It's really worthy of being an artist, born lawless, where do ordinary people dare to ask for their own hardships?" ”

"Not necessarily!" Li Zhongliang smiled.

"Huh?" The middle-aged officer was stunned.

"If the dean doesn't believe me, please wait and see." Li Zhongliang said with a smile.