A square table, two people standing facing each other. On the table www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion are two identical pistols: the Colt pistol. The rules of the competition are to disassemble the pistol in the shortest possible time, and put one part at a time on the table, which is the first step. The second part is the group gun, and the one who assembles it the fastest wins.

The rules are simple, and so are the accomplishments. However, for the Chinese soldiers, it is like pressing a stone in their hearts, this project is really not their strong point, is this compatriot called a scrivener box? Chinese and Westerners are like letting Westerners cook Chinese food, congenitally insufficient.

Many Chinese soldiers were not holding out much hope, but the game had to go on.

Only the scrivener has the bottom in his heart, he has been fumbling for the Colt pistol for a day or two, when he was trapped in the tree hole of Savage Mountain with Reina, fiddling with the gun when he is idle, it can be said that he can disassemble and assemble it freely with his eyes closed. When he returned to the base this time, Lu Shuting specially gave his beloved two Colt pistols to the scrivener. The old generation took it out and fiddled with it when he was fine, and it had already reached the point of doing whatever he wanted. Of course, only he knows about it.

The scrivener and binel each stood aside, first dismantling the gun. The referee said in advance that dismantling the gun is not an official competition, but just a warm-up for the main competition, so that the soldiers can have an understanding of the gun first.

"Let's go." The magistrate gave the order.

Almost simultaneously, the two grabbed the pistol on the table, unloading the magazine first, then the barrel, the hammer, the sleeve, the recoiling spring, and the trigger link......

There was a metallic gurgle, and everyone's movements were dazzling. Hands move back and forth between the pistols, and the pistols at the end of the day turn into parts in an instant.

Smack, the scrivener first slapped two hands on the table, and the gun was dismantled. Immediately after that, Binel was also finished.

Wow...... There was a commotion at the scene. The eyes of the American and British soldiers are about to fall, it turned out that the Chinese did it first, how is it possible! Some were stunned and didn't want to believe the result anyway. Fortunately, it was just a warm-up, and the real game hadn't started yet. Some foreign soldiers can only comfort their little hearts like this.

Binel almost dropped his jaw even more, killing him didn't believe that the other party would be so fast, he was very confident and satisfied with his speed of dismantling the gun, people who were faster than himself could not say no, but certainly not Chinese. He met a Chinese who was faster than him, although it was only a second or two faster, after all, it was fast. This was difficult for him to accept, and the high empire was greatly affected in his heart.

Binel snorted coldly, it was just a warm-up, it was no big deal, it was OK to win the link of the gun. He could only comfort himself with this.

On the other side of the table, the scrivener box was calm, as if his victory was a matter of course. He still had reservations when he dismantled the gun just now, in order to find out the details of Binel. Now he knows in his heart that this American GI is not an opponent, to be exact, it is far behind.

Look at each other, waiting for the real game to begin.

There was not a single sound at the scene, they were all staring silently at the table, the gun on the table, and more importantly, the people next to the table. Guns are the soul and faith of soldiers, and this game seems simple, but in fact, it can better set off the strength of a soldier and an army.

"Let's go." The magistrate gave the order.

Both hands were dispatched at the same time, and the parts of the guns fiddled between the palms of the hands, making a gurgling metallic sound......

Binell was incredibly fast, at least he thought so. When only the magazine was left to push the gun body, he felt that he had won, and he played more than usual today, faster than usual. At this moment, a cold thing pressed against his forehead, it was a gun from a scrivener, and the black barrel was pressed against Binel's head, looking like a headshot.

Binel's eyes widened, and he still couldn't believe it was true, it was too fast, much faster than he expected. If there was only one second of difference when the gun was dismantled, then this time it was more than three seconds away. What is the concept of three seconds? Enough to make a person die many times!

This game of scrivener wins, very simply, without any suspense.

The American and British soldiers all had dull expressions, but no one complained, and no one disagreed, because they were also bound to lose. That's the strength, it's convincing.

The Chinese soldiers cheered, suppressed for so long, and finally could raise their eyebrows and breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Mr. Lieutenant Colonel and the magistrate couldn't help but look at the scrivener box a few more times, this Chinese was a little incredible.

The sixth Chinese soldier to appear on the stage was Li Keji, a platoon commander of the 112th Regiment of the New 38th Division, one of the Four King Kongs, nicknamed Tota Li Tianwang. In fact, Li Keji was the first person to pass the end of the trials, but most people didn't know it. By the time the vast majority of people had not yet swam to the barbed wire fence in the middle of the lake, he had already swam through the barbed wire to the opposite shore. You can see how good the water is.

Li Keji's appearance attracted the attention of the lieutenant colonel and the magistrate, who were very optimistic about this Chinese soldier and sincerely hoped that he would be able to clear the customs.

Among the American and British soldiers was a tall white man. In fact, Western Caucasians are generally tall and superior to Chinese in terms of physical fitness, which is an innate advantage.

The event drawn by the magistrate is archery. Ten arrows per person, and the target is eighty meters away. The one with the most rings wins. Ten arrows should be finished in two minutes, which means that there is not much time to adjust and aim in between.

The two stood on one side, two meters apart, and each shot his own target. Although there is no direct confrontation, the psychological competition is still obvious.

Archery is not only about technology, but also about psychology, and without a strong psychological quality to support, no matter how good the technique is, it is difficult to play.

This white man is from England, and he has the blood of the British Empire in his bones, and he is extremely noble. At least that's what he thinks himself. They called him Cahill, a very brave second lieutenant in the British Army.

Li Keji and Cahill looked at each other, but neither spoke, fiddling with the bow and arrow in their hands.

“begin。” The referee shouted.

Li Keji didn't understand what it meant, but he knew that the game had officially begun. Whoosh, he opened his bow and shot the first, the six rings.

Cahill next to him laughed secretly, six rings is not a difficult number to reach, he held his breath, aimed, swished, and flew out with an arrow. Eight rings. At the beginning, he had two more rings than his opponent. This guy is not only smiling in his heart at this time, but also smiling on his face.

Whoosh, Li Keji's second arrow was shot, eight rings.

Seeing this, Cahill also shot a second arrow, also with eight rings. He let out a sigh of relief, and the advantage was finally maintained.

Whoosh, Li Keji's third arrow was shot, nine rings.

This time Cahill began to get nervous, the chance of archery is too great, because the wind speed is constantly changing, and the psychology of people is also constantly changing, and the nine rings are already a high number of rings, can you bite it? Cahill was at a loss, and the fluctuations in his heart affected the action of the archery, which only shot five rings.

Onlookers began to stir. Cahill's arrow stinked so much that he not only threw away the advantage in front of him, but also fell two rings behind.