Four kilometers east of Huizhou is a continuous hill where the engineer battalion of the division headquarters had been working two days ago.

Ye Peigao and the 11th Division are marching here, not only the shooting is done here, but the next civil fortification work will also be carried out here, after all, relying on the mountains to build bunkers and fortifications is a problem that the Chinese army often faces on the battlefield.

"Commander, do you want to start smoking?"

Peng Zhancun took the roster and handed it to Peng Shan, asking him to randomly select the platoons from each company to participate in the shooting competition, but they were still affected by bullets, even the elite of the lineage did not have so many bullets for them to train.

"Don't worry, how many sharpshooters are there in our division"

Peng Shan asked.

"What does the division commander mean?"

Peng Zhancun asked.

"Before the soldiers compete, let's have some hors d'oeuvres, let us open our eyes, see the marksmanship of these sharpshooters, and give all the reinforcements a little confidence."

Peng Shan said.

"Division commander, there are really a lot of veterans with accurate marksmanship, or I will let each regiment report the list by itself"

Peng Zhancun didn't know what Peng Shan meant, so he made a tentative suggestion.

"Marksmanship is not equal to sharpshooters, tell them that if they start a marksmanship competition at 400 meters, those who dare to play will be rewarded by labor and management, but if they play soy sauce, not to mention that there is no reward, labor and management have to draw them, don't think about mixing labor and management; If anyone wins the first place, labor and management will directly replenish his company with fifty medium and formal rifles, which is a better reward hahaha."

Peng Shan laughed.

"Division commander, there are not many formal rifles in the logistics warehouse, and if you replenish these fifty rifles, I am afraid that in the future, the troops directly under the division headquarters will have to wait for the Ministry of Military Affairs to replenish them, or they can only be made in Hanyang."

Peng Zhancun reminded Peng Shan.

In the last supply of the Ministry of Military Affairs, there were not many formal rifles, which could meet the needs of all veterans, so all the recruits were made in Hanyang; Of course, Feng Ye came back late, and the veterans of their company couldn't change their clothes to be official.

"I'll figure out a way to do the rest later, let's arrange it"

Peng Shan waved his hand, what he wanted to know was how many snipers there were among the existing personnel of the 11th Division, if a few snipers could be found, he was going to be cheeky to get a few sniper rifles back, on the battlefield, the role of a sniper is no less than a machine gun, the key is that this thing does not waste bullets.

"Can I use my own rifle?"

Feng Yi patted the sniper rifle he was carrying and asked Yin Zuogan.

"Yes, whatever you use, how can you have the confidence to get the first back"

Yin Zuogan asked.

"I want to take this prize, if I am lucky to be the first, let's say it first, the fifty of them are official, and we are three in a row."

Feng Ye didn't dare to pack the ticket, the soldiers in the army, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, especially those veterans with shooting talents, they may not have received authentic sniper training, but the marksmanship may have been practiced on the battlefield, the only thing he can rely on may be the sniper rifle in his hand, after all, his sniper rifle has a six-fold scope, once it reaches six hundred meters, it is the world of sniper rifles, of course, if there are people here who also have sniper rifles, then it is another matter.

When Feng Ye followed the staff officer of the division headquarters to the firing site, there were already six people waiting there, and the actual situation proved that among the descendants of the 11th Division, there were really many people who dared to shoot accurately at an altitude of 400 meters.

"Three of the formal, three 1924."

As soon as Feng Yi looked at the rifles they were carrying, he could see that he was really not the only sniper in the 11th Division, but there was only one carrying a sniper rifle with the rank of captain, two lieutenant officers holding lieutenant rifles, and the other three were also with the rank of second lieutenant, and it seemed that their accurate marksmanship had helped them a lot in their military career.

"Ge Bing, the commander of the reconnaissance company directly under the division headquarters."

Looking at Feng Ng's eyes, the captain officer reported himself to his home, and looked at Feng Que with the same sharp eyes.

"Commander of the third company of the third battalion of the sixty-second regiment."

Feng Yi nodded, and also reported his name, in the Eleventh Division, as long as someone wants to know you, they can't hide it at all, let alone here, they have long become the focus of the whole senior brother.

"Brothers, the commander of the division is watching from the sidelines, and I hope you will behave well; 400-meter target, five bullets per person, the winner with the highest number of rings, is there a problem?"

The staff officer asked aloud the seven officers who were standing.

"Sir, what should I do if the number of rings is the same, is the average score in the fifty sticks or is it compared?"

A second lieutenant officer asked loudly, also with a 1924 sniper rifle on his back.

"There is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, if this situation occurs, then continue to compare."

The staff major replied loudly.

"Bullets are on the way."

"Raise the gun"

"Aim, Free Fire"

With the order of the major officer, seven people raised their guns, everyone maintained a standing posture, and the staff officer did not say a shooting posture, but on this occasion of a master's move, everyone was unwilling to come up and admit defeat, so they had to choose a standing posture that was more difficult to shoot.

"Bang"

Feng Ye fired, with the help of the quadruple scope, he easily penetrated the red heart on the target, this rifle, he has fired more than a hundred rounds, and even deliberately practiced the ballistics at a distance of six hundred meters, he is already very familiar with it.

"Bang"

"Bang"

As Feng Ye shot, several officers standing there fired one after another, and there was an instant flutter of sawdust flying on the wooden target in the distance, they deserved to be sharpshooters, at least the first bullet showed that their marksmanship was indeed excellent.

"Bang, bang, bang"

In the chaotic gunshots, as the fifth bullet was discharged, Feng Yi put away his rifle and waited for everyone to finish shooting on his back, while the target he shot at was only the edge of the red heart area in the middle, which was beaten by five bullets.

"One target, forty-six rings."

"Target No. 2, Forty-five Rings."

"Target Three, Fifty Rings."

"Target No. 4, Ring 48."

The gendarmerie officer who reported the target faithfully performed his duty, shouting loudly about the shooting results, with a smile on his face, he was glad that the 11th Division had so many excellent marksmen.

"Wow"

The other soldiers of the 11th Division, who were waiting for the draw of lots, exclaimed one by one as soon as the shooting results reached their ears.

"Report to the division commander, Ge Tian, the commander of the reconnaissance company, Feng Yi, the commander of the third company of the third battalion of the 62nd regiment, and Shen Zhen, the platoon commander of the second company of the second company of the 65th regiment, they all scored 50 rings."

At this time, he was surprised by the staff officer of the major, he really didn't expect that the distance of 400 meters would not be able to tell the winner.

"Go ahead and let them do five more shots."

Peng Shan put down the binoculars, at this time, he didn't care about bullets.

"Division commander, if you still fight 400 meters, I'm afraid it will take dozens of bullets before you can decide the winner."

Peng Zhancun reminded Peng Shan that he knew very well the records of these people on the battlefield, not to mention hitting this kind of fixed target, even the moving heads of the devils, these people rarely missed.

"You mean to make it harder"

Peng Shan asked.

"Just let them hit the 600-meter target."

Peng Zhancun said with a smile.

He knew that a good sniper could kill a target 800 meters away, but he hadn't seen it, but now it's not bad to see how good these guys are at 600 meters.