Target Number Eight, Yang Feng, 100 Points...
"Zhuang Yan, Chen Xiwa, do you two want to join this unit? Let me tell you, the two of you are definitely not qualified. Only the best recruits throughout the year were qualified to enter the Night Tiger Scout Company. Only the best scouts could possibly stay in the Night Tiger Scout Company. In my opinion, only Yang Feng has the possibility of entering the Tiger Scout Company.”
Zheng Sanpao glanced at Yang Feng. An outstanding Yang Feng like Zheng Sanpao was most likely to enter the Night Tiger Scout Company.
Zheng Sanpao felt that Yang Feng was the most promising, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Squad leader, this is the special forces.”
Chen Xiwa didn't see anything and blurted out.
After Zheng Sanpao heard this, his face couldn't help but tremble. His face turned darker and darker.
Yang Feng punched Chen Chen Xiwa and cursed in a low voice,""Chen Xiwa, why didn't you see it? Don't you know that this is a scar of Squad Leader Zheng Sanpao? You still dare to rub salt on the wound? You sure have guts."
Yang Feng admired Chen Xiwa more and more. She was brave enough to rub salt on Zheng Sanpao's wound. Chen Xiwa was the first one.
"Chen Xiwa, don't make things worse.”
Zhuang Yan was also drunk on Chen Xiwa. Chen Xiwa was really weird.
"Class monitor, I'm sorry." Chen Xiwa quickly apologized.
" Everyone, target shooting range, turn right and march…"
Zheng Sanpao shouted and ordered.
Zheng Sanpao quickly changed his target and immediately set off for the target shooting range, advancing at full speed.
He had brought them to the shooting range many times. Zheng Sanpao looked at the test results to see which people had the talent to shoot.
For the past half a month, he had been practicing his gun posture by touching the wall every day. He was very familiar with the shooting posture and movements.
Every recruit had mastered the shooting skill.
He also understood the performance of each rifle. He knew the basic information like the back of his hand.
This time, Zheng Sanpao didn't want them to simply hold their guns and practice. Zheng Sanpao wanted them to load their guns and let them shoot. He wanted them to see the results of their shooting.
"Now, each of you has 10 bullets in your rifle, and there is a target in front of you. I want to see the results of your design. Those who fail to shoot will run 50 laps around the field. The first row, get ready…"
Yang Feng, Zhuang Yan, and Chen Xiwa all walked to the place where they had fired their shots. They were holding Type 95 rifles with only one magazine and ten bullets.
Yang Feng was also very nervous. His palms were sweating non-stop. It was also his first time shooting. Yang Feng had to hit every shot. Every shot had to hit the mark. Every shot had to be ten points.
This was because the God of War System had just issued an order to Yang Feng. Yang Feng had to hit the target with 100% accuracy and shoot at the first place more often to surpass Zhuang Yan.
Yang Feng held the Type 95 rifle and lay on the ground. He closed his right eye and quietly looked at the target. Yang Feng felt the speed of the wind, the change of the wind, the change of the humidity in the weather, and the uncertain factors. Yang Feng had to take these uncertain factors into account.
Yang Feng didn't dare to be careless. Otherwise, he would make a mistake.
"Ready to fire. Lock and load.”
The referee standing beside him held a calculator in his hand and was about to start counting the time.
"Start shooting…"
Immediately, gunshots rang out, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. It was very thick and pure.
The smoke in the smell entered the brain of every recruit's body along with the air, stimulating their nervous nerves.
If people could feel the smell of gunpowder.
After about ten minutes, the shooting ended. It was time to report the results of each recruit.
"Unload!"
The veteran who was standing by the side with his watch on shouted to unload the bullets. The recruit unloaded the bullets from the Type 95 in his hand.
Just in case, there were bullets that were not completely designed and were stuck in the magazine of the pistol.
"Stand up."
After the veteran finished checking the magazine, he shouted for everyone to stand up.
"Target number one, Mu Tianyu, seventy-eight points.”
"Number two target Mei Yuangui, sixty-nine rings.”
" Target number three, Zhou Fan, sixty points."
"Target number four, Chen Xiwa, missed."
" Target number six, Fang Zhan, eighty points."
"Target number seven, Zhuang Yan, ninety-five points.”
" Target number eight, Yang Feng, 100 points."
"Target number nine, Tang Renliang, sixty-eight points.”
"Target number 10, Jiang Yufeng, 88 points.”
Except for Chen Xiwa who missed target number four. The other people's shooting results were basically just right, reaching the passing mark.
Especially Yang Feng, he was the most outstanding, reaching the 100th ring, shocking everyone with a single feat, and also shocking Zheng Sanpao.
Zhuang Yan had made two mistakes, resulting in his shooting score of 95 points. Zhuang Yan was too anxious and arrogant, which was why he had such a performance.
Zhuang Yan had studied in the Shooting School's Institute of Technology before and was proud of it every time. However, when he saw Yang Feng, his competitor, Zhuang Yan actually made two mistakes today.
Yang Feng had never expected himself to be so outstanding. He could actually achieve a score of 100 points. Yang Feng was also thankful that the God of War System was assisting him, allowing him to have the Divine Essence skill Intermediate Shooting Specialization. Otherwise, how could Yang Feng have such amazing results?
Especially Sanpao Zheng, whose shooting score was 98 points. Feng Yang had broken his record.
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