After some negotiations, Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang both agreed to increase the difficulty of the game, and the moving target did not seem to be an obstacle for the two.

In the end, the moving target was replaced by a flying saucer, and the flying saucer launcher was continuously launched from a distance of 100 meters, and finally the student with the largest number of concentrated flying saucers won the championship.

After some arrangement, Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang started the competition again.

Both men have a minute, and whoever can hit the more skeets in a minute is the winner.

"Don't ask, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Shao Jianyang raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer.

"Huh? What to bet on? Mo Wen glanced at Shao Jianyang

"The loser, get through the crotch of the opponent and learn to bark three times."

Shao Jianyang's Yang Yin test of the Tao seems to be in hand.

"Are you sure?"

Mo asked with a somewhat strange expression.

"What, you're scared?" Shao Jianyang sneered.

"Yes." Mo Wen smiled, since Shao Jianyang wanted to die, he couldn't think of it all.

At the beginning of the game, Shao Jianyang was the first to play, he stepped forward a few steps, glanced at Mo Wen coldly, and a confident smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

"The skeet launcher is ready, and the countdown begins."

The referee stepped forward, and when he finished speaking, he pressed the timer suddenly, and at the same time, five flying saucer launchers placed twenty meters away began to spray flying saucers outward, once every five seconds, five flying saucers at a time.

Shao Jianyang's spirit tensed instantly, his eyes stared at the sky a hundred meters away, and the firearm in his hand was replaced by a rifle. The rate of fire of a pistol is simply impossible to compare with a rifle, and it is difficult to shoot down five flying saucers flying at the same time with a pistol.

However, the accuracy and recoil of the rifle are very large, much higher than that of the pistol, so the difficulty has also increased a lot.

Even Shao Jianyang was not confident that he could shoot down five flying saucers in a short period of time, and he could hit two, which was already remarkable.

The moment the flying saucer was released, Shao Jianyang opened fire, and the flying saucer flying at high speed exploded in the air, one after another, and very few were missed.

"That Shao Jianyang really deserves to be a marksman, with his shooting level, I am afraid that the entire Nineteenth Group Army, no ordinary soldier can compare with him."

A flash of emotion flashed in Zhou Zhen's eyes, and he shook his head with some self-sighing. Although the battalion he led belonged to a special operations battalion, in the entire battalion, I am afraid that no one could compare with Shao Jianyang in terms of shooting level.

Although there are many masters in the special operations camp, they are only relative to ordinary people. Zhou Zhen was ranked as a lieutenant colonel at a young age, so he naturally knew a lot of things that ordinary people didn't know. There is a category of people whose level has surpassed the common sense of ordinary people.

It's not that there are no talents in the army, there are also many mysterious troops in the army, and the combat effectiveness of those people can be called terrifying. But not to mention ordinary soldiers, even a school officer like Zhou Zhen has difficulty getting in touch with that kind of troops.

Zhang Lizheng stared intently at the shooting range in the distance, although he had already overestimated Mo Wen before, but when he saw that Mo Wen could hit the moving target with every shot, he knew that he still underestimated him.

One minute is not a long time, but on the school field at this time, it feels like a minute is a long time.

Everyone's eyes were on Shao Jianyang, wondering what kind of results he could get in the end.

Flying saucers were constantly exploding in the sky, and for ordinary students, the scene in front of them was simply a bit unbelievable. Usually only the footage in the movie actually appeared in front of me.

And as soon as they appeared, there were two cows, and everyone wanted to know who would have the last laugh.

Don't talk about the first battalion and the second battalion at this time. It's just that the trainees of the third and fourth battalions have forgotten to cheer for their battalions. They were completely attracted by the wonderful scene in front of them, and in the face of such a wonderful duel, the competition between the battalions seemed to be indifferent.

Everyone paid attention to Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang, and the entire venue was quiet, and only the sound of rapid and nervous breathing could be heard.

A layer of fine beads of sweat began to appear on Shao Jianyang's head, and as time passed, his accuracy gradually decreased, his highly concentrated spirit began to appear tired, and his concentration rate gradually decreased.

A minute later, the device that was constantly spraying flying saucers in the distance suddenly stopped. Shao Jianyang fired the last shot, but it was empty.

He took a deep breath, put his rifle down, and walked off the shooting range with a calm face.

Although he was not very satisfied with the results, he had basically developed his level to the extreme, and he didn't believe that Mo Wen could beat him.

"Shao Jianyang, hit 31 flying saucers, and Mo Wen will play below."

The referee in the distance began to report Shao Jianyang's results and organize the next round of shooting.

The corners of Shao Jianyang's mouth hooked up a relaxed smile, 31 flying saucers were still within his acceptable range, at least more than half of the concentration rate.

The flying saucer device fires once every five seconds, five at a time, and 60 flying saucers can be fired in one minute.

31 out of 60 flying saucers is an amazing result.

As soon as Shao Jianyang's results were announced, there was a gasp on the school ground. Such a dense flying saucer, such a fast flying speed, can hit half of it, it is simply incredible, if you don't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Mo Wen licked his lips, walked to the middle of the shooting range, silently loaded and checked the firearm, and the whole person's expression became stern.

Skeet shooting is also a big challenge for him, and if he recovers his cultivation, it will naturally be a piece of cake. But the current body essence and internal qi cultivation are far from being comparable to that life.

Insight, eyes, mental strength, shooting speed, nervous reflexes, familiarity with the body, etc., are far inferior to before, and he does not have the confidence to absolutely hit the flying saucer.

But deal with just one Shao Jianyang?

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth hooked up a sneer, even if he regressed a lot, he was still a miracle doctor, the top master in the world's martial arts, how could he be compared to a stinky kid.

"Second round, begin."

The referee whistled a few times and then waved the flag in his hand.

Almost at the same time, the flying saucer launcher in the distance sprayed out the flying saucer again, again five at a time, once every five seconds.

Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and he instantly raised the gun, the butt of the gun was against his shoulder, and the bullets in the barrel sprayed out like tongues of fire.

In the distance, red flowers continued to bloom in the sky, and red smoke rose one after another.

The splendor above the sky attracted everyone's attention, and Shao Jianyang in the distance was much more exciting, and there didn't seem to be a flying saucer missing.

"How is that possible!"

Shao Jianyang stood up from his seat and looked at the sky on the shooting range in disbelief, his face extremely pale.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, there must be something wrong."

He kept shaking his head, not believing that the scene in front of him was real.

There hasn't been a single mistake, and so far, Mo Wen hasn't made a single mistake, which is simply incredible.

With his marksmanship, he only shot 31, so how could he shoot them all! Fake, certainly fake.

Qin Xiaoyou clenched his jade hand tightly and looked at the shooting range nervously, looking excited and nervous.

"Good, good."

Zhou Zhen in the fourth battalion area also stood up from the grass at once, his eyes full of joy.

At this time, anyone can see that if Mo Wen can persevere, he will definitely be able to defeat Shao Jianyang.

Zhang Lizheng looked at the sky in the distance in a daze, a person can have such powerful marksmanship, it is simply the plot in the movie.

The 500 trainees of the Fourth Battalion resounded with unprecedented cheers, and the bursting red mist in the sky in the distance was as festive as fireworks.

A minute later, Mo Wen slowly put down the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and a mouthful of turbid breath came out of his mouth, but his eyes were shining and bright.

"Don't ask, hit 60 flying saucers, the success rate is 100%."

In the distance, the referee's voice sounded, and the voice was full of incredulity.

I have never seen a person whose marksmanship can be so terrifying, it is simply a matter of hitting wherever it is, and there is no false shot.

"Xiaoyou, that Mo Wen really has nothing to do with you? If I really don't, can I make a move? ”

The short-haired girl beside Qin Xiaoyou grabbed Qin Xiaoyou's hand, and said with a sparkle of stars in her eyes.

"Nymphomaniac."

Qin Xiaoyou shook her hand away and gave her a very disdainful look.

"Cut, you're not jealous, are you? He also said that he and you are just ordinary friends, and if you still say that in the future, I'm not welcome. That Mo Wen is simply too handsome, and men should be like this. ”

The short-haired girl clenched her fist fiercely, as if a she-wolf ready to pounce on the lamb.

"Xiaofei, you don't believe that people will like you as a woman."

Qin Xiaoyou glanced at Faye Wong up and down, and pouted with disdain.

"What! You dare to say that I am a female paper, don't you die, see if I don't eat you. ”

Feifei Wong rushed towards Qin Xiaoyou with a tiger pounce......