Special Forces: Class Reunion, I Open Tank Parachute
20 I was assigned to the worst class?

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While everyone was still immersed in their shock, a voice came from afar.

"Company Commander Gao, it's your company's turn to fire live ammunition!”

"Company Commander Gao?"

Gao Zhan only reacted after the other company commanders shouted a few times.

"What? Alright! Let's go over now!"

Gao Zhan quickly responded and then looked deeply at Ling Feng, his eyes already showing approval.

"Brat, today you let me see what it means to have someone better than you!”

"Since your weapon assembly is so awesome, your shooting skills must be pretty good.”

"Come on, let me see your shooting ability.”

After saying that, Gao Zhan immediately gathered all the classes.

After this round of competition, the way the Ninth Company looked at Ling Feng had also changed.

Although she still thought that he was someone with connections, it seemed that…she didn't hate him that much anymore.

At least, he wasn't completely useless, right?

Soon, the entire company was assembled. Gao Zhan led the company to collect the live ammunition. Then, they formed a column, one squad at a target position.

"Same old, there will be three rounds of shooting today.”

"Take the average number of rings. The last class will have to clean up the entire company for a week!”

"Whichever class is first will have three extra days of meals!”

"The person with the best rifle and pistol results will be rewarded with a weekend outing!”

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Good! I'll give you three minutes to prepare. We will begin in three minutes!"

After Gao Zhan finished speaking, the class leaders began to mobilize.

Class Eight's assistant and Ling Feng stood at the back and explained to Ling Feng,""This is a tradition of our company. It is meant to stimulate everyone to shoot seriously.”

"Good results will be rewarded. Bad grades, punishment."

"This is quite interesting." Ling Feng laughed.”

The vice president of Class Eight smiled bitterly." It's interesting. Our Class Eight has been cleaning for three consecutive weeks.”

Ling Feng was speechless.

So I'm in the class with the worst grades in the entire company!

"Wait a minute. We're shooting at a chest ring target 200 meters away with a rifle. There's a total of ten bullets, and a hundred rings!”

"After that, use the pistol to shoot at the chest ring target 30 meters away! It was also ten bullets and a full 100 points.”

"In the end, when we calculate the class results, we add the two together and divide it by the average number of students in the class.”

"The two with the best results in rifle and pistol can go out on weekends.”

"I'm sure you've already understood before you entered the school. If you want to go out, you need to take a leave of absence. Moreover, if there's nothing, you usually won't be allowed to.”

"Every week, each company will only have two spots. A company of nearly a hundred people, according to the normal round, who knew how long it would take. Therefore, everyone wanted to get the best results so that they could go out and have some fun!”

"I see!"

Ling Feng nodded slightly.

"How's your marksmanship?" asked Class Eight curiously.”

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said,"It's okay." It was just that he had never used a pistol before. I just got promoted. In the local troops, only the officers are equipped with pistols.”

The vice president of Class Eight frowned slightly.

He had never used a pistol before.

Then how?

What if he got a zero?

Then wouldn't Class Eight be ranked last for a month?

Just as he was thinking about whether he should apply to the company commander not to let Ling Feng fight, Gao Zhan's voice sounded.

"Is everyone ready?"

"I'm ready!" Quan Lian shouted.

"Good! Then let's begin! Same old rules, class monitor fights first!"

As soon as Gao Zhan finished speaking, the squad leaders of the ten squads walked up with loaded rifles.

The chest ring target two hundred meters away popped out. After Gao Zhan gave the order to shoot, the squad leaders began to shoot.

Ten bullets were quickly fired, followed by the pistol.

It took less than three minutes to finish shooting.

" First Squad, 89 points for rifles!"

"Class 2, 86 points!"

"Class 3…"

“……”

“……”

"Class Eight, 87 points."

“……”

It had to be said that the shooting ability of the class monitors was relatively stable.

They were basically between 85 and 88 points.

However, there were no outstanding ones, such as those with 90 points or above.

Don't look at the 80-plus points. This was a 200-meter shot, not a 100-meter shot.

Eighty points was already a very good result.

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