Chapter Twenty-Six: Let the Bullets Fly (Ask for Follow-up)
"Zhang Taofang! Is it the Zhang Taofang I know? Or is it a duplicate name? Could it be the butterfly effect? Otherwise, how could he appear on the battlefield on the peninsula at this time. ”
Wu Qianli's heart was shocked by the name of this spear god, and then he was a little puzzled.
But if it was true, he would be honored to learn marksmanship from this legendary gun god.
"Hahaha, it seems that Company Commander Wu should have agreed, so don't say much, let's go to the shooting range now."
Zhang Taofang looked at Wu Qianli and looked at him in a daze, his eyes were cloudy and changeable, and his heart was a little hairy, so he hurriedly pulled Wu Qianli and walked in the direction of the shooting range.
As soon as Pinghe heard about the marksmanship, he got up with great interest and wanted to go with him.
"Let's go, bastard, let's go see the excitement too, I want to see what kind of tricks this battalion commander is going to make."
Yu Congrong scratched the back of his head and pulled Wu Wanli to follow.
As a manic on the battlefield, if he suddenly rests in the courtyard all the time and is quiet for a long time, it will be quite embarrassing for him, so it is better to have some fun.
At the shooting range, for the sake of fairness, the marksman was given the same Mosin Nagant rifle, and the stationary targets stood in front of them.
"Battalion Commander Zhang, how can I compare myself with Zhang Lance God?"
Wu Qianli stroked this Mosina dry, and only felt that it felt good, but it was useless for too long, so he also glanced at it a few times, looked for the feeling and said.
"Company Commander Wu, what are you talking about, if you want to say that I am worthy of a sharpshooter, hahaha, you have won the award."
Zhang Taofang, who was originally carrying a gun to challenge Wu Qianli, suddenly turned red at this moment.
Although he has long been determined to become a generation of gun gods, he really has nothing to show for his achievements, and he is really a little embarrassed to be praised like this.
"Haha, that's it, Wu Lian has been on the battlefield for a long time, so don't talk like this to the juniors."
Zhang Li saw that Wu Qianli's evaluation of Zhang Taofang was so high, and he was a little curious.
It stands to reason that everyone is a veteran soldier and it shouldn't be so easy to convince people, but seeing that Wu Qianli's expression and words are not a little hypocritical, this makes him a little confused.
"Hey, Brother Yu, why do you say that he is the god of guns, my brother's shot, even the birds in the sky can collapse down, obviously my brother is the god of guns."
Wu Wanli, who came over, heard Wu Qianli's high evaluation, and immediately pulled Yu Congrong next to him with some dissatisfaction, and asked in a low voice.
"Hey, what do you know about a bastard boy, our company commander is polite and polite to others, even I know Lao Yu, you kid is really stupid."
Yu Congrong puffed up his chest and said with a little smugness, this is a rare opportunity to use his brain to think about human affairs, and he feels extremely transparent.
looked at Wu Wanli, and only felt that as a king of understanding, Wu Wanli's IQ was not at the same level at all, and sighed a little distressed.
"As for whether it's a gun god, you can see the real chapter on the battlefield in the future, but let's just compare it like this, I'm afraid it's not interesting, why don't you add some color?"
Wu Qianli looked at Battalion Commander Zhang as he spoke, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes, and the whole person's face suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum, but he saw that Battalion Commander Zhang was a little chilled.
"Ouch, Company Commander Wu, you can just say what color you want to do, don't stare at me like this, I'm uncomfortable to watch."
As soon as Camp Commander Zhang spoke, he suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart, and he always felt that this kid was like an old fox, calculating something about himself.
"Hahaha, ouch, what is Camp Commander Zhang nervous about, and he doesn't gamble big, as long as I win this game, I will only take two people to your guard camp once."
"And then if you see wine, cigarettes, or something, as long as we take it, it's all mine!"
Wu Qianli looked at Camp Commander Zhang with a smile, just like a jackal looking at a lamb.
"Okay, okay, don't you just take two people with you? Even if you go and get it, you can get as much as you want. ”
Zhang Li looked at the smile of Wu Qianli, the robber, nodded silently, and added another sentence in his heart: "Anyway, if I pick up Dong XZ, you may not be able to find it, just send something away when the time comes." ”
"And what if you lose, what do you have to give?"
As soon as Zhang Taofang heard that there was still a bet, her eyes instantly brightened, and it was much more fun now.
"We have fought so many battles in the Seventh Piercing Company, and we have also captured a lot of canned luncheon meat, if you win, you will also bring two people at one time, and you can take as much as you want!"
Wu Qianli patted his chest and assured that everyone seemed to be not a loss at first glance, after all, it was just a rare meat to exchange cigarettes and alcohol with them, so Camp Commander Zhang also nodded and agreed.
"Company commander, I...... I also want to compare! ”
Although Pinghe's injuries on his body have not yet healed, and he has not even taken out the shrapnel for a long time, he is really a little itchy about this shooting.
"No problem, go get a gun, let's have a good time with Camp Commander Zhang."
Wu Qianli hesitated, first looked at the injury on Pinghe's hand, not because he was afraid of losing or anything, but hoped that Pinghe could try to heal the injury first.
However, seeing that Pinghe was eager to try, and he was full of energy, he also relieved himself and agreed to him.
"Okay, then this 50-meter distance, let's hit the 10 targets to warm up first, I and Battalion Commander Zhang are in a group, Company Commander Wu, you are in a group with your company's Pinghe, which group can hit the most rings will win!"
Zhang Taofang was a little eager to try, wiped the muzzle of the gun, and his eyes immediately became sharp and said.
"My old Zhang is also a fair and upright man, I don't take advantage of you, don't you have wounded? If we have the same number of targets, you win. ”
Battalion Commander Zhang was expressionless and humble on the surface, but in fact, he was happy in his heart, and he didn't believe that a wounded person could play any particularly well.
"Bang-"
Pinghe didn't talk much nonsense, as soon as Camp Commander Zhang's voice fell, he immediately raised the muzzle of the gun, and aimed slightly to shoot a shot, and the bullet accurately penetrated the center of the ring, directly making a good start.
"Bang-"
"Bang-"
Two more shots in a row, taking advantage of the fact that the wind speed had not changed much, and the feeling he had just found in his heart, Pinghe hit two shots again.
"Bang-"
"Bang ......"
“……”
At this moment, Pinghe seemed to have integrated into a state of unity of man and gun, and the pain on his body was also relieved.
And under concentration, he could only see the target in front of him most of the time, and feel the direction of the wind in his hand, so he fired ten shots in succession without the slightest hesitation.
"First Shot Ten Rings!"
"The second shot is nine points and nine rings!"
"Three shots and ten rings!"
“……”
"Eighth Shot, Nine Points, Eight Rings!"
"Nine shots and ten rings!"
"Ten shots and ten rings!"