"Oops, Meng Chao is actually testing with Zuo Haoran, will it be disturbed?"

"Definitely, although the targets of the two are different, but the other party's every move and achievements can be seen clearly, Meng Chao's mentality will definitely be affected, and it will collapse."

"Meng Chao is too stupid, he should study the exam rules carefully, and figure out that the firearms test is divided into two groups, sorted by the first two results, since his fist strength and speed are so powerful, he should reserve some strength just now, and take the third or fourth place in the class, so that he can avoid Zuo Haoran."

The classmates were secretly anxious.

Some people are also whimsical: "Could it be that Meng Chao's state and luck today are against the sky and shoot super high scores?" ”

Most of those who hold this hope are those who have the end of the class and have no intention of taking the undergraduate exam.

The top ten in the class scoffed.

"Impossible, the firearms test is not just one shot, but assembles three guns by yourself, and then ten pistol rounds, twenty rifle rounds, thirty shellless assault bullets for submachine guns, shoot ten fixed targets and ten moving targets, one shot or two shots are lucky, how can guns and guns be lucky?"

"The fixed target can also bet on luck, but the score of the moving target is three to five times that of the fixed target, and the speed and movement trajectory of the monster are completely simulated, and each target only appears for a few seconds, the speed is extremely fast, erratic, how to bet on luck?"

"Usually, the live-fire shooting class in the school doesn't teach us how to shoot moving targets, but Zuo Haoran is in the 'Falcon Firearms Club', but he specializes in moving targets, how can this compare?"

The tail of the crane was still unconvinced: "Isn't there a 'golden target' with a score ten times higher than that of an ordinary target?" ”

The gunsmiths in the class all laughed: "The golden target is the last of the twenty targets, it is also the smallest, the farthest, the fastest moving speed, the most weird one, the fist-sized target is fifty meters away, running faster than the monster, only appearing for one second, it needs to be predicted in advance, unless the archery, gun sense and nerve reaction speed are all 'perfect', who can shoot?" Even Zuo Haoran couldn't have shot, and he wouldn't even waste bullets on the golden target at all! ”

The tail of the crane deflated: "Isn't that hopeless?" ”

The gunsmith sighed: "Originally, I didn't have it, I just hope that Meng Chao can play with style and defeat himself." ”

"Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!" The invigilator called a second time.

In the discussion of the classmates, the two stepped forward.

"Meng Chao, wait."

The head teacher suddenly walked over, pressed his shoulder, and whispered, "Let go of the ridiculous battle of will, the most important thing for you now is to enter the second level of the undergraduate, it is normal that the marksmanship is not as good as Zuo Haoran, don't collapse your mentality, your mentality will collapse, the gun will miss the target, and it will be useless to get good grades in front of you!" ”

"Ahem."

The invigilator coughed lightly.

Meng Chao nodded: "Teacher Wang, I'll do my best." ”

"That's good, hold on, strive to suppress the miss-to-target rate below 30%, and there is hope for rushing to the next level!"

The head teacher waved his fist, smiled at the invigilator again, and stepped back.

Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran stood on their respective shooting positions.

The long table in front of him was filled with mixed parts.

Parts for pistols, rifles and submachine guns were piled up in a small mountain.

The two looked at each other.

The sarcasm in Zuo Haoran's eyes was as strong as fire, as if he wanted to burn Meng Chao to ashes.

Meng Chao's gaze was a little sluggish, as if he was not concentrating.

There's no way, the corners of your eyes keep popping up information, and the side effect of getting contribution points is that your eyes wander, as if you ignore others.

Finding that he was being ignored, Zuo Haoran was even more furious.

"Drop!"

The invigilator pressed the timer, and at the end of the long target path opposite the two of them, ten fixed targets were raised respectively.

Ten fixed targets will exist for three minutes, and candidates must assemble three firearms within three minutes before they can calmly shoot at fixed targets.

The rules do not limit how many fixed targets a candidate must shoot, and if you have absolute confidence in your marksmanship, it doesn't matter if you don't shoot even one fixed target, and all of them shoot moving targets.

After all, the score of a moving target is three or five times that of a fixed target, or even ten times or more.

But no candidate would be so stupid, high school students' marksmanship is still very immature, the fixed target is the big head they can gnaw off, and the moving target can only be counted as one.

"Click, click, click!"

Zuo Haoran's fingertips came the sound of subdued parts assembly.

Every day after school and training in the firearms club, he has long been familiar with the standard firearms of the Longcheng military, and his movements are smooth, without any omissions and redundancy.

Even the classmates who questioned Zuo Haoran's character had to admit that it was a pleasure to watch him form a gun.

The dean of education was even more happy for his nephew's outstanding performance.

Yan Motou also looked at his watch: "Zuo Haoran's gun formation speed is 10% faster, catching up with most of the rocket class students, and sure enough, marksmanship is his strongest point." ”

Compared with Zuo Haoran's gorgeousness, Meng Chao is much more low-key.

It's not that slow, it's just the level of an ordinary high school student, who has to stop and think about it from time to time, or rub a certain part, half-closed eyes, and don't know what comes to mind.

Everyone is anxious, and because of the discipline in the examination room, they can't urge and encourage.

What's more, Meng Chao's performance today is much better than the usual firearms class.

He has surpassed himself, what more could everyone ask for?

"Okay, steady." The head teacher breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, what a showdown, it's really a child's talk, what if you can't compare to Zuo Haoran, and it won't prevent you from taking the undergraduate exam!

Principal Sun, who was sitting in the corner, seemed to be napping, and suddenly opened his mung bean eyes and glanced at the gun platform.

is not looking at Zuo Haoran, but looking at Meng Chao.

After only half a second, the sagging eyelids drooped.

"Pretty good, pretty good."

The heavy artillery of the past, the shriveled little old man of today, is napping again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just one minute after the exam, Zuo Haoran completed the assembly of three firearms, and shot ten pistol rounds and thirty submachine gun rounds in a whirlwind.

Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings! Forty bullets, as a good example, the gun hit ten rings, it was perfect!

The classmates couldn't help but cover their mouths and swallow back their exclamations.

At this time, Meng Chao also finished assembling and began to shoot.

Unfortunately, more than two minutes have passed.

He was obviously disturbed by Zuo Haoran's perfect performance, and although his movements were fairly coordinated and his accuracy was good, he made one of the most serious mistakes.

"He's using a semi-automatic rifle?" The classmates whispered.

Generally speaking, gunsmiths use pistols and submachine guns when shooting at fixed targets.

The pistol has a short range, and the accuracy of the submachine gun is not high, so it is just used on a fixed target to get a base score.

Equipped with optical sights, the most accurate semi-automatic rifles are used to score high scores on moving targets.

This is a classic strategy, and that's what Zuo Haoran did.

After Meng Chao shot the empty pistol bullet, he seemed to be in a hurry, but he picked up the semi-automatic rifle and shot it out regardless of it.

Although the results are good, he has twelve or thirteen rings, and he doesn't look much different from Zuo Haoran.

But then, use a submachine gun to hit a moving target?

The picture was so beautiful that the students looked at each other, and a big, shiny duck egg appeared in front of them.

"No, I guess Meng Chao's strategy is to completely abandon the moving target, and all the bullets will be fired at the fixed target, so that it can also hit a lot of points."

"That's right, many students with weak marksmanship will give up moving targets, but, alas, he was too slow to assemble a gun just now, and he didn't have time!"

"Then hurry up, sweep to a few points, what are you doing stupidly?"

The classmates were so anxious that their eyes erupted into flames, and they wanted to go up and shoot him.

Meng Chao was indifferent, just holding the submachine gun, waiting for the countdown to zero.

"Drip", when the time came, all the fixed targets fell.

Ten seconds later, it's time to shoot at a moving target.

Meng Chao also has thirty rounds of assault ammunition for submachine guns, and Zuo Haoran also has twenty rounds of semi-automatic rifle rounds.

The former has strong firepower, low accuracy, strong recoil, and is extremely difficult to control, while the latter is designed for accurate shooting.

The students couldn't help but let out a huge sigh.

The head teacher was so angry that he stomped his feet, why didn't this kid be praised?

"This classmate Meng Chao is not very stable."

The director of teaching said nonchalantly, "He is the student who is looking for a side door to practice and go to the hospital to practice himself, his personality is too extreme, and the road in the future is afraid that it will be difficult to walk." ”

Yan Motou stared at Meng Chao, but fell into deep thought, and a trace of suspicion appeared on his big black face.

"Headmaster?" Yan Motou came to the side of the shriveled little old man, respectfully, and whispered for advice.

"Huh? Pretty good, pretty good. Principal Sun was woken up by him, smiled and nodded, and closed his eyes again.

Ten seconds passed quickly.

Whew!

In front of the two candidates, ghostly moving targets rose up one after another, moving wildly and irregularly.

Everyone held their breath.

Zuo Haoran also had a solemn face, wrapped the gun strap around his arm, a standard triangular standing posture, and shot unhurriedly.

Four rings! Five rings! Three rings! Seven rings!

His performance on moving targets is not as good as that of fixed targets, but it is far beyond the limits of most of his classmates.

Every time you hit a moving target, as long as you bite the edge of the target, you will have a higher score than a fixed target that hits the ten rings.

On the other hand, Meng Chao put on a posture that no one had ever seen, and fired several shots, and a small half of the bullet missed the target, even if he bit the target, he only hit the third ring or less, and the gap between him and Zuo Haoran was getting bigger and bigger.

Nine rings!

Zuo Haoran's last bullet scored an amazingly good result, he put away the gun with a blank face, showed the invigilator the magazines and magazines of the three firearms, took two steps back, turned around and went down, and a little high-spirited taste appeared on his face.

"Very good, class 6 leader, very good!" The Dean of Students smiled.

"Zuo Haoran, well done." The head teacher also congratulated with mixed feelings.

But I said in my heart, you kid is too good, such a beating, completely shattering the mentality of your classmates, maybe there will be one less undergraduate in our class, what kind of resentment, as for being so aggressive?

Indeed, Meng Chao seemed to be stunned by Zuo Haoran's results, and always stood still.

Someone saw that he even closed his eyes, allowing the targets to pass in front of him.

"It's ...... Completely abandoned? The students looked at each other.

As time goes by, the moving target in the back gets smaller and faster, and since the front can miss the target, the back is impossible to hit.

"The mantis arm is a car, not self-sufficient." Zuo Haoran sneered in his heart.

At this moment, at the end of the target path, a golden glow flashed.

The last target, the golden target with a super high score, appeared.

This is equivalent to an additional question in the college entrance examination, and the vast majority of students have never thought of playing it.

Even Zuo Haoran only hit seven moving targets just now, and the last three gave up.

But Meng Chao opened his eyes sharply at this moment, no, it should be said that the golden target appeared.