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Chapter 76 Long Range Shooting

"If it weren't for your rules, I could have completed your assessment with a pistol."

Sun Ting put all the weapons on his body aside and shrugged his shoulders.

Wang Pan looked at the sniper rifles, special pistols, submachine guns, and the gleaming triangular military thorn on the ground beside him, showing envy, and now he even had the urge to go up and touch them.

When the Iron Fist group started shooting, Zhang Dingjun, who was sitting on the judges' seat, stood up excitedly.

Right now, this match can be said to determine the direction of the Iron Fist Group's assessment today.

If Wang Pan's operation just now was to be described as smooth and smooth, then Sun Ting's operation can only be described as mediocre.

When aiming at the 200-meter target, Sun Ting, like Wang Pan, did not aim for a long time, loaded the gun, shot, and moved very quickly, and naturally hit the bullseye.

The corner of Wang Pan's mouth twitched violently.

Outsiders can't see the name, but Wang Pan naturally knows that it is after years of training that he can have the marksmanship he has today.

At the 400-meter target, Sun Ting still didn't aim for a long time. He loaded the bullet lazily, squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger. The result was still the target.

Seeing this, the other recruits almost collapsed.

They couldn't figure out where these two outrageously strong guys came from.

Even the squad leader, who was in charge of supervising the judgment, was stunned in place.

At the moving target, Sun Ting began to enter the state.

He also shoots in a kneeling position, half-kneeling on the ground, squinting his eyes to aim for a while, and decisively cuts off the gun, then puts down his weapon and stands up.

"Okay, that's all for the shooting test, it's really boring."

The recruits who were watching were surprised.

"There are three moving targets. Why did he only shoot one shot? He was too nervous and forgot the rest of the targets?"

"Isn't this obvious? It looks like I haven't shot a moving target. I shot a shot and found that I missed it. I abstained."

Wang Pan, who was on the side, almost popped out of his eyes, and the whole person froze in place.

Sun Ting fired when the three moving targets overlapped to form a horizontal line. He only used one bullet to hit all three moving targets, and because of the horizontal line, all three moving targets hit the red heart.

Although waiting for a long time to shoot and adjusting the shooting position many times, the results completely crushed everyone.

Seeing Wang Pan's strange expression, the class monitor who was in charge of recording the results immediately picked up the binoculars to check the target shooting results. When he found that the hearts of the three targets had bullet holes, he was shocked and trembled a little.

The shooting range is far away from the judges' seats, and it takes a little time for the results to be transmitted.

When Liu Weihua saw that the recruits of the Tekken regiment only fired one shot, he laughed at the side immediately.

"Old Zhang, I'm not talking about you, I don't need you to give up the treatment, but the shooting training of the new recruit company of your Iron Fist Regiment completely lost to our Sword Regiment this time."

Zhang Dingjun frowned, a little speechless facing the facts at the moment.

He didn't want to blame Sun Ting. Wang Pan, who was sent by the Sword Regiment, was indeed very capable, and there was no way he could lose the assessment.

With just one month of training, such a result can be achieved. This person's shooting talent is amazing, and he can definitely be called a sharpshooter.

Don't admit defeat!
Now on the shooting range.

Wang Pan was in a daze for a long time, then raised his head and said suddenly.

"I refuse to accept, I demand to continue the contest."

"What is 400 meters? Your Tekken team has the ability to compete with me for 600 meters and 800 meters. Do you dare?"

Sun Ting looked indifferent, and replied: "Okay, as long as you tell me how to practice, I will accompany you."

When the monitor on the side heard it, he stepped forward to persuade him: "It's okay, there's no need, your grades have already come out, not to mention that the maximum range of this semi-automatic rifle is only 400 meters."

"If it exceeds 400 meters, the accuracy of the bullet will seriously drop, so stop messing around."

At this moment, Wang Pan twitched his lips and snorted coldly: "If you can't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it."

"When I was in the recruit company, I had already tried the 600-meter and 800-meter distance targets."

"I'm going to compare this with him. I'll see if he's lucky or has real skills!"

Liu Weihua, who was sitting in the judging booth, saw movement on the shooting range, and asked, "Why haven't I brought the report card over after so long? What happened?"

"Could it be that the members of the Iron Fist Group can't afford to lose, so they're playing tricks there!"

As soon as Liu Weihua finished speaking, the monitor with the report card came here.

"Reporting to the reviewers, the recruit of the Sword Regiment failed the assessment. He wants to apply for shooting at the 600-meter and 800-meter targets. Please give instructions."

Liu Weihua frowned, and questioned, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's obvious that the recruits of the Tekken regiment only fired one shot."

"How could it be that our Swordsmen lost the game?"

The squad leader who was in charge of reporting the results replied: "Reporting to Commander Liu, when Wang Pan, a recruit of the Sword Regiment, took the mobile shooting assessment, his scores were two rounds of ten rings, and one shot hit the bull's-eye."

"Sun Ting, a recruit from the Iron Fist Regiment, fired bullets when the three moving targets overlapped on a horizontal line, and all three moving targets hit the red heart."

"What are you kidding!"

For a while, all the heads and political commissars in the judging committee looked at the reporting squad leader with surprise.

Zhang Dingjun's hanging mind was immediately put into his stomach.

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, this is just a basic operation, don't be surprised."

After Zhang Dingjun finished speaking, almost everyone gave him a strange look.

Basic operation?

What a joke, if you have the ability, do a basic operation!
Liu Weihua's expression turned extremely ugly, and at this moment he just wanted to dig a crack in the ground and stick his face in.

He can be said to be really dead. Just like a monkey, he said that the recruits of the Iron Fist regiment can't afford to lose.

Thinking about it, I feel that I have enough brain damage.

Zhang Dingjun took a sip of sleep at this time, cleared his throat and said, "Let them go to the competition. It is a good thing to be competitive in the army. We should give support, otherwise how will the soldiers improve?"

After receiving the order, the squad leader who reported the results turned around and left the judges' seat, trotting all the way towards the shooting range, preparing to set up 600-meter targets and 800-meter targets.

On the shooting range, Wang Pan looked at Sun Ting with a gloomy face.

"If I were you, you would take the opportunity to admit defeat now, so that it won't be so ugly."

"I admit that you do have some strength, but the shot just now had an element of luck in it."

"The 600-meter and 800-meter targets are not as simple as you think. Do you think you will be my opponent?"

Sun Ting whistled leisurely at the side, and said mockingly, "Do you usually talk so much nonsense?"

"Didn't I just say that, as long as you choose something to compete with, I will definitely play with you to the end."

(End of this chapter)