"What are you talking about?" Su Jian shouted. If you're not convinced, you can challenge the class monitor of Class Six, Zhang Chaoqun. The winner can replace him!”
Zhang Chaoqun almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
They were too open!
Other than the people from Class Five, everyone else was eager to give it a try.
"Platoon leader! Would he be able to become the class monitor of Class Six if he defeated him?”A large black face walked out impatiently.
"No jokes in the army!" Su Jianqiang nodded.”
"Then let me do it!"
Blackface stared at Zhang Chaoqun excitedly as if he was staring at his prey.
The expressions of everyone in Class Five became colorful.
Qian Mangzi couldn't even withstand three moves from Zhang Chaoqun. Moreover, he was single-handed. No one in the Sharp Blade Platoon could defeat him!
Gong Jian glanced at Su Jianqiang and hesitated.
Qian Mangzi lowered his voice and laughed maliciously,""Class monitor, let them suffer a little.”
Gong Jian glared at Qian Mangzi.
" Hahaha..." Zhang Chaoqun walked out from Class Five.
When he walked out, he was no longer tense. The aura on his body was faintly discernible.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble! All of you, attack together!"
Everyone was shocked.
Zhang Chaoqun's arrogant attitude stunned everyone.
"F * ck, he's too arrogant!"
"Are you stupid? Is he a brainless fellow?"
"Haha, did I hear wrongly? He wants us all to go?”
"Where did this madness come from!"
"Who is this? I've never seen him before. Could he be a newbie who just joined the army?”
Su Jianqiang was shocked and subconsciously looked at the class monitor of Class Five, Gong Jian.
Then, he realized that the people from Class Five were reacting strangely.
" What's the situation..." Su Jianqiang was stunned.
"Damn it, I hate those who talk the most!”Blackface rushed over.
A palm the size of a palm-leaf fan had just been raised when Blackface saw a blur in front of his eyes. Before he could react, his entire body flew into the air and then fell heavily to the ground.
Where am I? Who am I?
Blackface was dumbfounded.
Zhang Chaoqun stood tall and straight, looking around calmly.
"I already said that we'll attack together, what are you hesitating for?”
Su Jianqiang stopped the soldiers who were eager to try and looked at Zhang Chaoqun with a complicated gaze.
"Your skills are not bad. I wonder how good your marksmanship is!”
"It's alright." Zhang Chaoqun said humbly.
Su Jianqiang said," Modern warfare is dominated by guns. It's not very useful to know kung fu. It's more important to be good at shooting and be familiar with all kinds of guns. Do you agree?"”
"I agree very much," Zhang Chaoqun said calmly.”
Su Jianqiang gestured for the person beside him to bring a Hanyang cigarette and hand it to Zhang Chaoqun.
It was made in Hanyang and was copied by the Hanyang Munitions Factory at the end of the last century based on the G1889 model of Country D.
Zhang Chaoqun was used to using weapons that had been advanced for many generations, so he was quite embarrassed about the old Hanyang weapons.
"Class monitor, from here to that tree, it's about 250 meters. If you can hit the tree trunk, you pass.”
Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but laugh. A distance of 250 meters, this was simply looking down on people!
If he were to use a familiar CS-4 sniper rifle, coupled with a 32x white light scope, laser ranging, and low-light enhancement system, he would be able to hit the target 1,300 meters away.
However, his favorite was still the old-fashioned Type 85 sniper rifle, which felt better.
Zhang Chaoqun suddenly had a mysterious feeling as he raised the Hanyang Zao in his hand.
To Zhang Chaoqun, this old-fashioned Hanyang gun was like a fire stick, but for some reason, when his palm touched the gun, it felt as if he and the gun had become one.
This feeling was too wonderful!
"Can someone help me draw a circle on that tree trunk?”
The corners of Zhang Chaoqun's mouth curled up. Things were developing perfectly according to his own ideas.
The more outstanding one was in this unit, the more influential one could be. When July 7th arrived, they would be able to better resist the Japanese invasion.
There were still four and a half months left!
His position in the 28th division had to be raised quickly!
Qian Mangzi from Class Five rushed to the old elm tree that was 250 meters away and carved a circle the size of an egg with a dagger.
Everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Chaoqun.
The old Hanyang design came from the last century, nearly forty years ago!
Whether it was the 38th style of the Japanese or the Zhongzheng style freshly produced by the Gongxian Military Factory, they were much more advanced than those made in Hanyang.
Hanyang Zao's accuracy was not high to begin with. How could it hit such a small circle?
No one believed that a recruit could do it! Even the veterans in the Sharp Edge Platoon were not confident!
Su Jianqiang pulled his beard. In his eyes, Zhang Chaoqun was a mysterious person.
"It can't really hit the circle, right?!”Su Jianqiang mumbled.
If they only hit the tree trunk, thirty to forty percent of the Sharp Blade Platoon could do it.
However, it was extremely rare to hit the circle!
Just as everyone held their breath and waited for Zhang Chaoqun to shoot, Zhang Chaoqun suddenly lowered his gun and muttered to himself,"Two hundred and fifty meters is too close. It's not difficult at all. It's not challenging at all!”
After saying that, Zhang Chaoqun turned around and walked away.
"My God, what is he doing!"
"Are you crazy? Did he think that 250 meters was too close?”
"F * ck, still leaving? I can't even see the circles on the tree trunk!”
"Cunning! Too cunning! He deliberately walked further away so that it would not be so embarrassing if he missed!”
"I also bet that he won't hit it.”
The soldiers discussed animatedly.
Zhang Chaoqun walked more than 100 meters away and suddenly stopped. He turned around and raised his gun, not even aiming.
"Bang!"
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