But what Ruan Haocheng never expected was that the red heart that Company Commander Fang had promised to let him hit the 30-meter target three times in a row turned out to be three bullets out of six for him to compete with nine other people.

And it's a 50-meter target, not a 30-meter target.

"The 50-meter target, a few of you have also practiced for a few days, and you will occasionally hit the bull's-eye, but the success rate is still not high enough."

"Each of you should remember how long it took you to hit the heart of the 30-meter target, and how many days it took to reach more than 50 percent success, right?"

The other nine people all nodded silently, looking at Fang Kun inexplicably.

"You should have seen Ruan Haocheng's last bullet hit the red heart of the 30-meter target yesterday, what do you think?"

The nine of them were silent, but they also had mixed feelings in their hearts.

What does this mean, company commander? Did Xiang tell them how big a gap there was between them and Ruan Haocheng?

Wang Haonan twisted his brows and thought about it carefully, when Ruan Haocheng practiced yesterday, he deliberately paid attention to his movements.

He found that every time Ruan Haocheng fired a bullet, he would twist his eyebrows and think about it, and then try to adjust his posture of holding the gun and aiming.

When Ruan Haocheng's later bullets landed closer and closer to the red heart, he found that Ruan Haocheng seemed to have found a trick, because his wrung brows loosened and the corners of his mouth smiled.

Wang Haonan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saluted Fang Kun and said, "Report to the company commander, can we ask Comrade Ruan Haocheng to tell us his tricks." ”

"Tricks?" The corners of Fang Kun's serious mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Ruan Haocheng, what do you think? Do you have any tips for sharing with everyone? ”

Ruan Haocheng was pushed to the front by Fang Kun, with a tangled face, he really didn't know what to say.

"No, there's no trick."

After saying this, Ruan Haocheng looked at Wang Haonan, Chen Zhiyun and the others who were still looking at him fixedly, and finally turned his gaze to Fang Kun.

"Company commander, I-" They have all practiced to the 50-meter target, and they are still 30 meters, how can they be qualified to say any tricks.

"Tell me how you felt during the practice."

Ruan Haocheng had no choice but to nod his head, and began to describe his feelings during the practice process, and explained in detail how he adjusted the way and strength of his aiming and gun again and again.

"I think that although aiming is difficult, it can be achieved with concentration, and the key should be how to control the body of the gun and try not to let it deviate from the original aiming direction due to vibration when the bullet is fired."

Wang Haonan knew it in his heart, it seemed to be the same as he guessed, it was true.

He had also thought of this, and when he was on the 30-meter target, he already felt that he could control it freely, and although the success rate did not reach ten shots, it was nine out of ten.

But when it came to the 50-meter target, he found that a new problem seemed to have arisen.

Wang Haonan's mouth opened, and finally he didn't ask the question.

After all, Ruan Haocheng is only practicing the 30-meter target now, and when he starts practicing the 50-meter target, he may not still have such a good accuracy.

Fang Kun glanced at the other nine people who seemed to be thoughtful, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly invisibly.

"Next, we have a race in which each shoots six shots at a 50-meter target, and those who hit the heart or hit the edge of the heart three or more times will be rewarded."

Get rewarded? Wang Haonan suppressed the discomfort that rose inexplicably in his heart.

Why is there Ruan Haocheng's participation, and if there is a competition, there is still a reward.