Chapter 280: The Sandhurst Race (7)

In the West Point Saiya Building, where the bright sunlight shone through the glass, a young man with dazzling platinum blonde hair sat with his back straight, his posture was very elegant, as if every detail had been carefully calculated, and it was a natural elegance.

Bieberton. Bertlem Xiu's fingers lingered lightly over a name, and then he picked up a pen and wrote "Gu Chen" stroke by stroke on a Tian Zige Chinese input notebook.

It's so good that the Oriental girl who amazed West Point came to her again.

It's a pity that he is not an American student and cannot meet her. I don't know if this girl with a high IQ but a fairly low EQ still remembers herself.

With the pen down, the blue eyes as clear as the sky are quietly destined to write the name they have written, and the bottom of the eyes gradually becomes as deep as the sea, like the handsome and deep face carefully carved by God, revealing a very faint smile.

On Oct. 6, the tournament began at the West Point Buckner Barracks training base.

The first subject of the competition was the shooting event, and the originally calm shooting training base suddenly burst into a burst of rapid shooting, with a rain of bullets and bullets, and the artillery fire seemed to be a fierce battle of blood and blood around it.

Suddenly, without warning, a student of a team was probably too flustered, and with a shake of his hand, he fired a bullet without an order.

Deducting points is inevitable.

Gu Chen motioned to the students to take the American-style guns and hold on to their minds without panicking.

The sound of bullets and bullets in the rain of bullets fell, and the half-body target of the target shooting base suddenly appeared, and one would be a hostage, and one would be a robber, flashing fast.

The Chinese were confronted by cadets from the National Defense Academy, the highest military academy of the Canadian army, and the robbers alternated with hostages, raising their guns and aiming at speed.

"Bang bang bang" In the continuous gunshots, Gu Chen's movements quickly shot one robber after another, and between the hostages and the robbers' target bodies, the speed was aimed at the robbers' fatal part and shot out. This is a test of reflexes and speed, not to mention quick eyes, but also needs to aim to zero in the crosshair and hole.

At the same time, because it is an unsupported standing posture, the firing range is more than 200 meters, and the difficulty coefficient is even greater.

It may be difficult for others, but for Gu Chen, the speed is adjusted in ventilation and inhalation, and the bullet is shot at the first moment.

The 11 trainees who were with her were extremely fortunate to use a mobile shooting target during training, although the speed may not be able to keep up, but the reaction was extremely fast, and the error rate of shooting at the hostage target was much lower than that of the opponent.

The American officers, who had been watching the Chinese cadets shooting, had fixed their eyes on the only slender figure of the boys in the row, and soon they found the girl's name on the register.

"Ohmygod, it's Gu Chen!" An officer looked at the name of the Chinese girl in surprise, and then looked up at the girl who was devoted to the fight and had a 100% hit rate, his deep tan eyes widened, and he exclaimed again and again: "I haven't seen her for a year, it seems to have changed again, she is really an admirable oriental girl." ”

Gu Chen, the name of this Chinese girl is familiar to the West Point students and even the ears of the instructors, and in the school's physical training hall, there is a record from the Chinese girl that no one has broken so far. It can be said that the entire West Point students know Gu Chen's name.

It is...... I don't know what it looks like.

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