Xu is Cangtian also heard the news that the independent group is going to compete, Xu is Cangtian himself has seen enough of this boring miserable world, today's winter, the sky is as blue as a wash, the sky is cloudless, and even the wind is not big.

For all the soldiers of the Independent Regiment, for the old and young of Dabeizhuang, this simple and simple game is not a game at all, but a precious entertainment that has been lost for a long time.

The playground was already crowded with people, watching, laughing, waiting, forgetting the devil, forgetting the cold.

There is not a single trace of snow on the loess-colored playground, and only flat loess is left after being cleaned, sprinkled with white and gray lines, clearly marking the various competition areas. Some of the soldiers of the guard platoon maintained order around the field, and several communicators from the regimental headquarters made cameo appearances as referees and field staff, running, shouting, coordinating, and arranging.

Originally, it was planned to let all units demarcate the range on the sidelines and arrange them neatly and uniformly to watch, but Ding Deyi canceled this requirement considering that the weather was too cold and too cold. However, there should still be a cutscene, the opening speech must be said, the head of the regiment was too lazy to come forward, chatting with Uncle Niu on the side, the political commissar Ding had to enter the venue in one step, and the audience was consciously quiet and listened to the opening remarks of the political commissar's speech.

Ding Deyi was not a verbose person, his speech was very short, first summed up the past - we are still there! and then looked forward to the future - we will still be! and finally talked about today - now is! The central idea is four words: optimistic and tenacious.

With the applause roaring in the sea of people, the first intra-regimental competition of the independent regiment officially kicked off in the cold wind.

The first event is shooting.

It was the morning, and the sun was in the east, so the spectators on the west side of the rectangular playground were temporarily cleared, so that the air became the target area, and the target position was limited by the limit, and the target distance was set at 100 meters. The competition is divided into two competitions, all competitors shoot five shots in a lying position, and then change to a standing position to shoot five shots, and finally combine the results to determine the ranking according to the number of rings.

Yang Deshi was the first to enter the venue with a rifle on his back and watched the players walk into the field one by one. A company, a second company, and a guard platoon, these three players Yang Deshi have already found out in advance, it is impossible for a dark horse to appear, his opponent is actually only one, it should have been Hu Yi, but now he has become Xiao Hongying. If it was Hu Yi, Yang Deshi really didn't have the bottom, but now that he has changed to Xiao Hongying, he doesn't have to be nervous, no matter how good the girl is, standing shooting is also her weakness, who makes her look not much taller than a gun!

The last person to enter the arena, the youngest, was carrying the 38 big cover, the butt of the gun was about to drag the ground, twisting and twisting step by step, while dangling into the field, while cocking her pigtails and shouting at the nearby referee: "How to count the jam? How to count the duds? Can you check the two shots at one point? What should I do if I am nervous to go to the toilet?"

The communicator who played the role of a temporary guest referee was stupidly asked by these questions, and the regiment commander standing next to Uncle Niu couldn't help but pull his throat into the shooting preparation field: "You have a lot of bear problems!

The nearby political commissar hurriedly glared at the regiment commander: "Pay attention to the influence! How many people are watching! You are the regiment leader, not the referee." ”

The audience laughed and laughed, the soldiers of the Ninth Company stood in a corner of the side of the shooting position, Luo Fugui and Wang Xiaosan were muttering jokes to each other, Xu Xiao stood beside the bear and licked his nose happily, Wu Shi stayed like a sculpture, Li Xiang cried and twisted his neck to count people's heads, he really couldn't stand that some soldiers were not honest when they watched the game, and they always changed places? Can this number be checked?

The soldiers of the third company over there had already begun to shout, cheering for their instructors, and there were many loud voices, and the momentum was earth-shattering, so excited that Yang Deshi's eyebrows danced.

Hu Yi had the heart to give an order, and wanted his rotten garlic to cheer up the girl, but looking at the virtue around him, he was really not interested in speaking again. Leng Buding looked up and found that Dr. Zhou was standing in the front row of the crowd opposite, wearing a white coat and holding his hands in his pockets, showing a gorgeous and graceful appearance in the wind, and the pair of beautiful eyes were looking over, not counting it, but staring at it, staring at Hu Yi's face, as if smiling instead of smiling, revealing a kind of ...... The hidden veins, the secret autumn waves.

Acting in a big court? This is clearly deliberate! Doctor Zhou has never acted in an eclectic manner, and she used her eyes to see that Hu Yi was full of black lines and couldn't stand, and she began to retreat and hide in the crowd. I can't stand it, I panic, and I have to be obsessed with her again!

The five players were finally in place, Xiao Hongying tilted her head to the left, and found that Yang Deshi was looking over with a smile, and couldn't help twitching her little nose and raising her eyebrows: "Hmph!"

No longer looking at him, tilting his head to the right, the little eyebrows that were erected immediately changed to wrinkles, and he said very unhappily to the player on the right: "Xiao Bing?

Xiao C scratched the back of his head very embarrassedly, and smiled: "I...... I know I can't get the first place, but ...... I estimate that I am still sure of the total score of the 51 rings, but I just want to ...... Boost the morale of our guard platoon by defeating you. ”

“......”

Following Hu Yi, who was full of black lines, Xiao Hongying was also full of black lines, this is all a god and a horse?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Look at you, my aunt and grandmother are going to beat you shameless bastard!"

A handful of sand was slammed towards Xiao Bing, and the black smoke was full of miasma.

The nearby referee rushed to him: "That player, warn you that if you engage in personal attacks again, you will be disqualified!"

......

The sound of gunshots was crisp and loud in the playground, except for the sound of the wind, only the sound of gunshots.

Later, the gunfire stopped, and the whole audience was still silent, and everyone could not see the results, so they could only wait quietly for the referee to hurriedly run to the west to report the target.

After a while, the sound of singing targets came with the wind: "Three Yang Deshi, forty-three rings." Guard platoon small C, 30 rings. One company, forty rings...... Nine constant red tassels, fifty rings. ”

Whoa—applause. This was to be expected, but the audience still responded with a round of applause.

Xiao Hongying stood next to her shooting position, frowning and muttering indignantly: "Why don't you set up eleven rings? Ten rings are enough to do fart!"

It is rumored that the girl has good marksmanship, but Yang Deshi didn't expect her to be like this, especially the girl's last muttering sentence, Yang Deshi almost fell down when she heard it. Although he still has to play five standing stances in the future, and the difference in results is eight rings, and he is confident that he will win it back on this top, the sense of pride when he entered the market is gone.

Xiao Bing reloaded the chamber of his gun, and couldn't help but say to Xiao Hongying: "Girl, ...... next Did you abstain?"

"Get out of the way!"

"Look at what you're anxious about, don't I just ask casually!"

At this time, Wu Shishi ran into the door and handed Hu Yi's barge holster to Xiao Hongying.

Yang Deshi glared: "Don't you use a rifle?"

Xiao Hongying flicked her braids: "I said that I have my own guns, what do I like to use, do you want to take care of it?"

"You're a foul!"

"You're not a referee!"

Xiao Bing over there also began to shout: "I have an opinion! Where is the referee? I have an opinion!"

The game was suspended, several referees got together and studied for a few minutes, and they couldn't decide whether this was a foul, and finally the head of the regiment entered the field, looked at the target 100 meters away, looked at the shell gun in Xiao Hongying's hand, and left a sentence: "If anyone has an opinion, they can also use the shell gun instead." Does anyone want to change it?"

Whoever changes it? Whoever changes it is stupid, the shorter the gun, the more difficult it is, and the trajectory and accuracy cannot be compared with the rifle at all, and they are all speechless.

Yang Deshi quickly judged in his heart that at such a long distance, the error rate of using the shell gun would be very large, and he only needed to be higher than the score of Xiao Hongying's eight rings, and he felt that he still had the greatest chance of winning the first place.

The standing posture is even more difficult, Xiao Bing is really dumbfounded, he only hit thirty rings in the lying position, fifty rings for the girl, and twenty rings short. His goal is to play twenty-one rings in a standing posture, but the girl may be able to get a three-five-seven ring with a shell gun, and Xiao Bing in a standing posture of thirty rings will definitely not be able to beat it, and his plan to defeat Xiao Hongying to be a bragging capital is completely ruined, why is it so difficult to get ahead?

When Xiao Hongying pulled out the M1932 holster, Yang Deshi looked a little stunned, he was the first time to see Hu Yi's carry-on shell gun appeared, although Yang Deshi did not have much battlefield experience, but he is a person who likes guns, and he will recognize guns, and he concluded at a glance that it was not an ordinary fast and slow machine, but a genuine German Mauser M1932. The most striking feature is the color, which at first glance seems to be black, but the black appears deeper, more transparent, and when reflected, it reveals a strange dark blue, which is baked blue, and the imitation has no such beautiful color, not to mention the domestic, not to mention the Spanish one!

At the same time, some parts of the gun are still glowing with metallic white, and the positions of the transmitter, the gauge plate, and the adjustment button of the fast and slow machine are all glowing with metallic white light, making the whole gun look like a living body, smart and dazzling, and almost drunk Yang Deshi.

There was a metal click, and when Xiao Hongying slid the muzzle end of the shell holster into the card slot behind the handle of the shell gun, turned the holster into a butt, and pressed it against her small shoulder socket, Yang Deshi's heart also cooled again. A gun with a butt is no longer a pistol, and the almost new M1932 shell gun has officially become its full name: the Mauser M1932 submachine gun.

A pair of beautiful big eyes then raised, looking at the stunned Yang Deshi with a clear and infinite voice, and suddenly said in a crisp voice: "I don't believe that your standing posture will be better than the lying position, you have forty-three rings, I have fifty rings, I think...... As long as I can pull out the thirty-six rings again, you will be finished! The victory or defeat is determined by me, no matter how hard you try, it is useless, just wait for my luck honestly!"

I don't know why, Yang Deshi suddenly had a feeling of losing all the games, he felt panicked in his heart, and his chest was stuffy, as if Xiao Hongying's prophecy had come true. The pride and arrogance in the depths of those clear eyes made Yang Deshi feel in a trance, and this feeling of being dominated made him deeply unwilling.

......

There was a crackling gunshot, the smell of gunpowder wafting in the wind, and the audience was silent.

Yang Deshi slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun and looked in the direction of the target, his face was pale, and his breathing was obviously not smooth.

Xiao Hongying then put down the muzzle of the gun and looked in the direction of the target, with an angry face, shaking the pigtail and spitting, as if her teeth were clumped.

Xiao C finally put down the muzzle of the gun and looked in the direction of the target, with a desperate expression, not wanting to say anything, just waiting for the referees to run over and sing the target.

Soon, the sound of target reporting came with the wind!

"Nine consecutive red tassels, fifteen rings. ”

Xiao Hongying blew up the temple on the spot, jumped three feet high, and said angrily: "How is it possible!

"Three Yang Deshi, twenty-one rings. ”

Yang Deshi suddenly coughed, bent over with the rifle in his hand, and looked dizzy.

"Guard platoon Xiao C, thirty-six rings. ”

Xiao C didn't seem to understand, and was stunned for a long time, and then grinned for a long time: "Hehe...... Hey, hey, hey...... Hahaha......" and then fell on his back with a pop.

"One company, thirty-nine rings. This was the last time the target was announced, and the audience finally boiled......