When they arrived at the shooting range of the farm, the guy turned around and looked at Fan Bentian with a smile." Shepherd, our Sharpshooter Fourth Company won't bully a recruit like you. You can go first."”
"You go first, so I can rely on your spear technique.”Fan Bentian said modestly. He was worried that he would scare the guy away if he let him fight first.
"Alright, I'll make you admit your defeat today.”
"Wait!"
"What's wrong?" " You're not scared, are you?"”
Fan Bentian wasn't afraid. He was worried that this guy would go back on his word. That would be no fun. His gaze swept across the three of them." Whoever has the best spear technique will fight. I don't have much time to waste."”
What an arrogant tone! The three of them were so angry that they laughed. If they didn't teach this kid a lesson today, they wouldn't feel good.
"Kid, cut the crap. I'll compete with you.”The guy looked disdainful, thinking that he had already lost face by sparring with Fan Bentian.
Pa!
Pouncing on the shooting position, the guy opened the safety, aimed at the target, and pressed his index finger down.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
After firing ten shots quickly, he straightened his pistol with an arrogant expression.
"Let's go and take a look." Fan Bentian shouted. No one had brought binoculars today, so they had to walk to the target.
Thump thump thump thump!
He ran to the target and saw that there were ten bullet holes on the tenth ring. This result was not bad. As expected of a soldier from the Sharpshooter Company, his attacks were extraordinary.
"Hahaha!"
The three guys laughed loudly. They wanted to see how this recruit could achieve such a result.
Those who could score a hundred points in the recruit assessment had already entered the Sharpshooter Fourth Company, but Fan Bentian had come to the logistics farm. It was obvious that his marksmanship was not good.
These guys ran to the shooting area again. The guy handed his gun to Fan Bentian and said," I hope Buddha will bless you."”
"Hahahaha!"
The three of them laughed complacently again.
"Bless you." Fan Bentian frowned slightly. They were indeed the soldiers of the 4th Company of Sharpshooters. They were all full of confidence and looked down on everyone. He snorted and said,"What if you go back on your word if you lose?"
"I'll lose, don't joke around.”
"Not necessarily."
Fan Bentian opened the safety and focused on the target. His eyes narrowed slightly and he pressed his index finger down lightly!
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
He fired at a very fast speed, almost one shot after another, without any pause in between.
"A recruit is a recruit. He doesn't even know how to breathe in sync when shooting.”
"It's already good enough for him to score 60 points!”
Swoosh!
"Alright!"
Thump thump thump thump!
The few of them ran to the target and saw that there were only nine empty bullets on the target. This was a 90-point shot.
"Ninety points, recruit. Impressive, but you still lost.”The guy nodded his head slightly and stopped teasing Fan Bentian. A recruit who could score ninety points was already not bad. He would work hard in the future and it was only a matter of time before he scored a hundred points.
"Only ninety points?" Fan Bentian raised his hand and pointed at a bullet hole on the target." Go and touch it."”
Hmm? Was there something fishy going on? As they thought about it, the three of them raised their hands to touch the bullet holes. Instantly, their bodies trembled. The bullet holes were slightly larger. This was a two-son combo hole!
Whoosh!
The three of them sucked in a cold breath, turned around, and stared at Fan Bentian with their mouths agape. Was this guy really a recruit?
"Cut the crap. You, come with me to milk the goat.”Fan Bentian chuckled and walked toward the farm with his head held high. He said to the two men beside him in a low voice,""Brothers, I've lost the face of the Sharpshooter's four consecutive victories. You guys go and ask for reinforcements to regain your face.”
"Alright, let's go call the third squad leader. His marksmanship is the best. I heard that he went abroad for training and came back. The day before yesterday, he hit four consecutive holes, shocking the entire Iron Fist Regiment.”
"Alright, it's all up to our brothers."
Thump thump thump thump!
Soon, the two of them returned to the Sharpshooter Company. It was lunch break.
"What's wrong?" The third squad leader was sitting outside the Sharpshooter Fourth Company's dormitory reading a textbook. Seeing the two guys panicking, he wondered what had happened.
"There was a sheep herder on the farm who provoked the Sharpshooter 4th Company. In order to restore the dignity of the 4th Company, Brother Tyrant lost a gun competition with that kid.”
"F * ck, how could the Sharpshooter 4th Company lose?”The third class monitor had a look of disbelief.
"It's true."
"Alright, don't say anything. I'll get back the face of the Sharpshooter Company. Brothers, follow me.”The class monitor waved his hand, and all the people in the dormitory came out. They carried their guns and followed the class monitor out in an imposing manner.
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