Zhang Feng looked on with a smile!
After counting everyone's bets, he lay on the ground and fired!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
A series of intense gunshots rang out on the shooting range!
Zhang Feng had already strengthened his body to a very abnormal level!
He could even see the results of everyone on the three-hundred-meter target!
One after another, almost everyone finished fighting and stood up!
Zhang Feng could clearly see that two of his opponents had won grand slams!
He Chenguang was the only one on their side!
Wang Yanbing had failed!
Needless to say, the rest of the people!
In the current situation, even if he won a grand slam, he might not be able to win against the other party!
What should he do?
Zhang Feng started to think…
"Brother Feng, why haven't you done anything yet?"
"The others have already finished fighting!"
"Brother Feng, did you underestimate the three-hundred-meter-long target?”
"From the team's perspective, I hope that Brother Feng will win, but from my own perspective, I hope that Brother Feng will lose!”
"Yeah, I've been saving up smelly socks for two months!”
"Imagine the scene of Brother Feng washing the clothes for the entire company…"
A group of people were whispering!
The black squad leader walked over." Zhang Feng, shoot! Flowers could be seen just by looking! The soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment had missed their targets, but there was no one who did not dare to shoot!”
Can you see the flowers?
This was a good suggestion!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Rapid gunshots suddenly rang out!
The Type 95 assault rifle had a combat firing rate of 100 rounds per minute!
However, Zhang Feng only used three seconds to fire ten bullets!
F * ck you!
Do you really think you're a sharpshooter?
Even a sharpshooter wouldn't do that!
He had lost!
He would definitely lose!
He estimated that seven to eight bullets would miss the target!
Old Hei's face was as pale as the bottom of a pot!
Gong Jian's expression did not look too good either!
Originally, the sixth company commander was still a little worried. Zhang Feng's performance in the first round was too outstanding!
But now…
"Hahaha!"
The sixth company commander laughed heartily. He felt as if he had vented out all his years of depression!
"F * ck! Brother Feng is too arrogant!"
"Ten shots, three seconds! Brother Feng is quite a fast shooter!"
"Brother Feng probably got so excited that he hugged the trigger all the way!”
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Brother Feng clearly sees that we usually wash his clothes, socks, and palace treasury. It's too hard for him, so he wants to repay us once!”
"Brother Feng, this wave is stable!"
"It's a sure thing!"
Everyone was noisy and rubbing their fists, as if they were ready to take off their clothes at any time and let Zhang Feng wash them!
"Sixth Company Commander, it seems that your men are stronger. I'll bring the team to train!”Gong Jian's face darkened as he prepared to leave.
"Wait!" The Sixth Company Commander smiled like a flower." Since it's a competition, we have to decide who wins or loses. Let's report the targets and see the results!”
Gong Jian smiled bitterly!
He knew that the Sixth Company Commander would not forgive anyone!
However, he could only accept his fate in the current situation!
He would get back at her in the future!
"Target reporting!"
"Yes, sir!"
A powerful voice came from the walkie-talkie!
And then…
" Target number one: 98 rings!"
" Target number two: 100 points!"
" Target number three: 36 rings!"
" Target number four: 55 points!"
" Target number five: 78 points!"
……
The first ten targets were all reported!
They were all played by the recruits of the Sixth Company. 847 points!
"It's alright!" The sixth company commander said indifferently," I wonder how many rings the sharpshooters of the fourth company can hit. Sharpshooters! Don't embarrass yourself!"
Gong Jian had already given up on healing. He said," Continue reporting targets!”
"Yes, sir!"
" Target number eleven: Eighty-one rings!"
" Target No. 12:100 points!"
" Target 13:97 points!"
" Target No. 14:66 points!"
" Target number fifteen: 63 points!"
……
In the end, Gong Jian's eyes lit up!
F * ck!
His performance was very stable!
Who knows, how could he possibly overtake them in the end!
The sixth company commander felt a little guilty. F * ck, did the other party want to counterattack in this situation?!
" Target number 16:77 points!"
" Target No. 17: Eighty-nine points!"
" Target No. 18:91 points!"
" Target number 19:83 points!"
Sigh!
Gong Jian let out a long sigh. It was over!
The total number of rings now was 747!
Unless Zhang Feng, who was at target number twenty, could get a grand slam!
However, that firing speed just now was completely a fool's dream!
The Sixth Company Commander's heart was completely relieved." Old Gong, it seems that your batch of recruits is still lacking by a little!”
Gong Jian still had a glimmer of hope for Zhang Feng. He asked," What about target number twenty?”
The other side was dead silent!
"How about target number twenty? Finished!"
The other party hesitated for a long time." Target number twenty…there's a flower on it!”
Flowers?
What the hell?
" I'm asking you how many rings?!" Gong Jian cursed in anger.
"Ten rings…"
Ten rings?
Gong Jianxin's heart turned cold!
"Twenty rings…"
The sixth company commander completely relaxed. There were always some targets that were hard to judge when they hit the boundary!
"30 points…"
F * ck!
What was going on?
"Forty points…"
Paralysis!
Can you give me a whole number at once?
"Fifty rings…seventy rings…ninety rings…one hundred rings!”
The beeper shouted," Reporting to the chief, target number 20, 100 points!”
F * ck you!
Are you lying to a fool?
With such a fast gun speed, he could hit a hundred points?!
The sixth company commander did not believe it!
Gong Jian was suspicious!
Suspicion filled the eyes of the black squad leader!
Immediately, they asked someone to bring back target number twenty!
And then…
Everyone fell silent!
Dead silence!
100 points!
A full 100 points!
They also understood what the target announcer meant!
Target number twenty, since it was in the tenth ring, ten shots would be enough to produce a flower!
He could vaguely make out that they were roses!
F * ck you!
You're very artistic!
Ding! Face Slapping Points 100
Ding…Face Slapping Points 86
Ding…Face Slapping Points 333
Ding! Face Slapping Points 666
……
The continuous voices in his mind made Zhang Feng's face bloom with joy!
Slap his face?
Does your face hurt?
Are you still trying to act cool in front of me?
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