"I wish he had the latter."

Zhou Zhen glanced back at Zhang Lizheng, and a gleam flashed in his plain eyes.

"You mean, Mo Wen may not lose?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhang Lizheng's eyes, it was the first time he had seen the battalion commander evaluate a young man like this. Battalion Commander Zhou Zhen is not an ordinary battalion commander, but one of the three special battalion commanders of the 19th Group Army.

"The results have not come out, who can say for sure, if he can really win, I will give him the highest rating in this military training."

Chief Instructor Zhou Zhen said lightly.

On the shooting range, Shao Jianyang raised his gun to aim, and the next moment a gunshot rang out.

"Ten rings."

In the distance, the referee's voice sounded.

"Hit, really hit the bull's-eye, Brother Shao's marksmanship is simply amazing!"

"It's worthy of Brother Shao, with him out of the horse, what else can there be in the four battalions."

"Only by moving the target can the real strength be reflected, that Mo Wen is afraid that he will be dumbfounded."

……

Shao Jianyang's first shot hit the target, and the area of the third battalion suddenly resounded with a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

"It's your turn, I hope you don't eliminate it too early, otherwise it will be too boring."

Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen with a sneer, on the shooting range, he had absolute confidence to ravage Mo Wen, compare marksmanship with him? Don't ask, let's go back and eat milk for a few years.

Mo Wen smiled indifferently, rubbed the rifle in his hand, and walked to the shooting range without hurrying.

Although the pistol has an advantage on the shooting range, the recoil of the rifle is too large, and the bullet is easy to deviate, but Mo Wen just likes the rifle.

A semi-automatic rifle can shoot a dozen bullets a second, where is a pistol comparable.

Bang!

Mo Wen, who walked onto the shooting range, almost did not hesitate, and shot as soon as he raised his gun, and his movements were coherent and free.

After a shot, without looking, he walked down.

"Ten Rings!"

In the distance, the referee began to report the results.

"Hit! Don't ask is also the Ten Rings, haha! ”

"It's powerful, it's so powerful, it deserves to be from the fourth battalion, let the third battalion be arrogant."

……

In the area of the first camp, Qin Xiaoyou stared at Mo Wen, clasping his little hands tightly, his eyes were full of excitement.

"Xiaoyou, why are you so excited, you don't really like that Mo Wen, right?"

A short-haired girl walked up to Qin Xiaoyou and said jokingly.

"Phew, what nonsense are you talking about, be careful that I scratch you."

Qin Xiaoyou glared at the short-haired girl fiercely.

"That Mo Wen is really very capable, since you don't like him, then I'll tell him that you don't like him, let him consider me?"

The short-haired girl looked at Qin Xiaoyou narrowly, looking like I felt good about Mo Wen.

"You go, look at your spring heart, you are so active, others don't know what to think."

Qin Xiaoyou snorted lightly, looking like you were going in a hurry.

In the second round, a teenager from the third battalion came on the field, with a national character face and a very steady demeanor. He has been able to persist until now, of course, inseparable from his steady nature.

I raised my gun and took aim, and waited for two or three minutes before a gunshot rang out.

"Eight rings."

It's a pity that the referee's voice in the distance announced that he was eliminated, and it was definitely not easy to move the target to hit the ten rings.

The third battalion eliminated one more person to go down, and then it was Wang Yuan's turn.

Wang Yuan took a deep breath, did two warm-up movements, and then walked onto the shooting range.

Bang!

"Nine Rings."

After a gunshot, it was nine rings, and only one ring was missing to pass the level, but unfortunately Wang Yuan still lacked a little luck.

"Don't ask, hold on!"

Wang Yuan smiled bitterly and withdrew from the shooting range a little helplessly.

Next, it was the turn of the people of the third battalion.

There was no accident, the person in the third battalion was among the seven rings and was also eliminated.

At this time, there were two people left in the third battalion, and as for the fourth battalion, only Mo Wen was left.

One-on-two, the situation is still a little bad.

After the third battalion, it was naturally Mo Wen's turn again.

"Don't ask, the gun can be held steadily, don't eliminate it if you don't meet me, it will be a shame."

Not far away, Shao Jianyang crossed his arms and looked at Mo Wen playfully.

He likes the pleasure of stepping on Mo Wen little by little in front of everyone, if Mo Wen is eliminated in one or two clicks, he is boring.

Mo Wen walked onto the shooting range with an expressionless face, and the cheering of the fourth battalion kept sounding in the distance, and he was completely deaf.

It was very simple to raise the gun and shoot, the action was coherent without any stagnation, and after a gunshot, he walked back with a flat face.

It seems that the result has been known for a long time, and the referee does not wait for the meaning of the result.

"Ten rings of bullseye."

As soon as he stepped off the shooting range, the referee's voice rang out.

"It's the Ten Rings again! He hit again. ”

"It's so powerful, I hit the ten rings twice, I don't know if that Shao Jianyang can hold on, maybe the fourth battalion may really win the third battalion."

……

"Good boy, the level is really good."

Instructor Zhang Lizheng clenched his fist fiercely, and a stone pressed in his heart finally fell. He had not had much hope for the shooting competition before, but Mo Wen's expression made him hope again.

Shao Jianyang narrowed his eyes slightly, Mo asked about the shot just now, it was very casual, but it hit the bull's-eye. If the previous shot was a fluke, then it is definitely not a fluke now.

"Interesting!"

The corners of Shao Jianyang's mouth hooked up a touch of playfulness, and he re-examined Mo Wen, but the stronger Mo Wen, the stronger his fighting spirit, and the more accomplished he would have when he stepped on him.

From the bottom of his heart, Shao Jianyang was very unpleasant to Mo Wen, Mo Wen's relationship with Qin Xiaoyou was like a thorn in his heart, how could such a perfect girl have someone she liked, even simple care was not enough.

After Mo asked, it was the turn of the third battalion again, but it was not Shao Jianyang, but another student of the third battalion, according to the rotation rules, he was followed by Shao Jianyang.

For Mo Wen, it is now a one-to-two situation.

Bang!

"Ten rings."

The referee's voice sounded, and it turned out to be a hit, and the student became the third person in the field to move the target and hit the ten rings.

He glanced at Mo Wen curiously, and then walked off the shooting range.

The students of the third battalion were targeted, and there was another commotion on the school field, and the people who were very optimistic about Mo Wen before were not optimistic about Mo Wen at first.

In the current situation, Mo Wen is still one against two, and he is also the two people with the highest shooting level in the third battalion.

It was Mo Wen's turn to play again, at this time it was already his third shot at the moving target, and the people in the third battalion only fired one shot, and the large number of people really had a great advantage.

But Mo Wen doesn't care, the moving target is only a hundred meters away, and for him, even throwing a flying knife can hit the bull's-eye, let alone an accurate firearm.

The moving target shakes at a constant speed, and as long as the shaking speed and distance are grasped, it can be no different from shooting a fixed target. Of course, this is easier said than done.

In the third shot, Mo Wen hit the target again.

Next, Shao Jianyang appeared, and he also hit the bull's-eye very easily.

The fourth shot Mo Wen hit again, and there seemed to be no suspense.

But when it was the turn of the second cadet of the third battalion, he failed, and there was a lot of uncertainty in moving the target, and it was normal to fail.

can hit the target like Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang, and the level is definitely beyond the ordinary scope.

The fifth shot was still on target.

Shao Jianyang also hit.

Sixth shot

The seventh shot

Eighth shot

Ninth shot

The two of you went back and forth, competing all the way to the tenth shot, but they didn't tell the winner.

The venue was quiet, and the students watching the battle were already a little numb, and some people even wondered if the two would continue to compete like this.

The excellent performance of the two gives people the illusion that they will never miss. It seems that the moving targets that are particularly difficult have become super easy to shoot.

"Sir, I'm asking for a more difficult match."

Shao Jianyang finally couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't want to say that Mo Wen was so strong, and if he continued to compete, he was even a little worried that he would miss carelessly.

So he wanted to ask for a more difficult way to shoot, and in one fell swoop decided the winner.