He was too f * cking naive!
Thump thump thump thump!
The soldier ran over with the target and handed it to the third squad leader. The soldiers rushed forward and touched the five bullet holes carefully.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Seven or eight large hands reached over and touched the bullet holes over and over again. The feeling was unmistakable. It was the mark of two bullets passing through.
This?
Their pride, their confidence, and their sense of superiority over others had been mercilessly crushed.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be like this. If your marksmanship can't do it, just go back and practice.”Fan Bentian sighed. He felt like a bad person. He was always bullying the soldiers of the Sharpshooter Company. If word got out, many people would laugh.
"What happened?" The farm squad leader and the peasant soldiers were confused.
"Hehe, Brother Tian was right!" Wang Dahao looked at Fan Bentian with admiration. This was what a powerhouse should be like. Luckily, he was assigned to the farm, so he had a chance to build a good relationship with him.
"I've really guessed it. Isn't this luck too heaven-defying?”
Other than luck, no one suspected that it was due to any other reason.
"I lost, I really lost." The third class monitor was dispirited. He sat on the ground and looked up at Fan Bentian with a dull expression. He felt that Fan Bentian was not a human, but a devil, a god.
The third squad leader's intestines were green with regret. Why did he have to compete with this guy in marksmanship? He even arrogantly let this guy win with two consecutive holes.
"Yes, it was indeed a guess." Fan Bentian nodded. He was putting on an act!
"Then can you show me another shot?”
"Good!"
Fan Bentian turned around and took the gun from one of the guys. He walked to the shooting position and fell down. Then, he fired at a target and closed his eyes to shoot again.
"Go, bring me the target, quick." The third squad leader couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to see if this guy's luck was even better than when he opened his eyes.
Thump thump thump thump!
Even though it wasn't the two consecutive holes, that guy had scored nine rings even with his eyes closed. His luck was really heaven-defying.
"Sigh, my luck is bad. I didn't get it.”Fan Bentian shook his head in disappointment.
Upon hearing this, the third class monitor held his head in regret and swallowed." Why didn't I f * cking let you lie to me?"”
"Your luck is so good, why can't you enter the Sharpshooter Company?”
Fan Bentian smiled when he saw the curious look in the guy's eyes." I fell behind in all aspects of the assessment, except for my marksmanship. Sigh, I missed out on the four consecutive shots of the sharpshooter!”
"Oh?" The guy was delighted." Does that mean you can't do anything else?”
"Yes."
This guy quietly whispered into the third squad leader's ear. Fan Bentian had good hearing, so he naturally heard it. These guys wanted to go back to the Sharpshooter Four Company to get reinforcements to continue the competition with him.
Interesting. It's time for me, a bright star, to rise in the army. Fan Bentian's lips curled into a determined smile. Only by doing so would he receive more attention and attention in the future.
Swoosh!
The third class monitor stood up and said to Fan Bentian with a fierce look,""If we lose, we'll do as you said, but we still have brothers. You have to accept our challenge!”
"This…I won't accept any meaningless gestures from you.”
"Alright, no problem. Call them all over.”Fan Bentian nodded fearlessly. If a sharpshooter couldn't even take down four consecutive shots, how could he protect his country in the future?
"Go, call for reinforcements!"
"Yes, sir!"
Thump thump thump thump!
This guy turned around and ran away!
Ten minutes later!
Deng!
Heavy footsteps rang out. It was the Sharpshooters from the fourth company's fourth class. They were all angry. They had been challenged. They had to fight back today.
The fourth squad leader was thin, but his bones were strong. His eyes shone with a crazy fighting spirit as he stared at Fan Bentian and shouted,""Brat, how arrogant. Let's compete in running. If I win, their losses won't count. You have to stand under the red flag of the Sharpshooter Company and apologize to everyone.”
"Alright, what if you lose?" Fan Bentian chuckled. The gunner had lost, and now there was a runner. Sharpshooters were really awesome!
"I will lose?" The fourth squad leader laughed unscrupulously. He was the running champion of the entire Iron Fist Regiment, the cheetah. The title of cheetah was not for show. This guy could outrun a warhorse.
"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with everyone in Class Four.”
"Okay, I like people like you."
"See that red flag?" The fourth squad leader pointed at the top of the mountain. There was a red flag that could be seen clearly, but it was far away and the red flag looked very small." Whoever carries that red flag here first wins!"”
"We'll start on the count of three." The fourth squad leader assumed a racing stance, his muscles mobilizing explosive strength. He roared,"One, two, three!"
Fan Bentian tilted his head and smiled at Wang Dahao." Let that kid run for a while."”
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