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Chapter 165 Shooting level, improve like a rocket

Wang Zhe did not participate in this assessment.

But there are benefits to not participating.

That is, I can be a spectator myself, standing on the sidelines and watching others sweat profusely.

And this time is not like the last Universiade.

At that time, he was the coach, so he had to ensure that his players could win medals.

And it also involves the issue of winning glory for the country, so even the shooting event has to be taken care of.

But this time was different, it was just a simple assessment.

Soon, it was the day of the assessment.

Four or five people with the rank of colonel all came to the training ground.

The special operations brigade is the treasure of every group army, so for every assessment, the group army must send several leaders.

Of course, there are also people from other special warfare brigades of the group army who came to visit.

The assessment takes three days in total.

The first two days were all aspects of physical fitness assessment, such as armed cross-country, armed swimming, 1000-meter obstacle course, etc.

In these aspects, the performance of the three camps is quite good.

Their average score temporarily ranks third among the seven battalions.

On the third day, there are various shooting competitions.

Such as 100-meter mobile hostage target, 200-meter mobile target, 500-meter random target, 1500-meter mobile sniper target and so on.

The first battalion commander and the second battalion commander were joking there right now.

The other scores of their two battalions are currently ranked fourth and fifth.

However, shooting is their strength, but it is the weakness of the third battalion.

Therefore, they are confident that by the end of today, they will be at least in the top three and will push the third battalion to the bottom.

"Third brother, how is your shooting instructor doing?"

The second battalion commander asked.

The first battalion commander also laughed and said:

"Third brother, you won't be at the bottom this time, will you?"

Qiu Yu also smiled slightly and said:

"If I were you, I would train my physical fitness well first. As a soldier of the special warfare brigade, I can't even keep up with my physical fitness, so what kind of battle is it?"

The first battalion commander and the second battalion commander laughed and said:

"Yeah, as a soldier, you can't use a gun well, so what kind of soldier should you be?"

Standing behind Qiu Yu, Wang Zhe pretended not to hear it.

Anyway, it's normal for these battalion commanders to talk about it on weekdays.

When they get slapped in the face, wouldn't it be great to see the wonderful expressions on the faces of the battalion commanders?
After an hour and a half, the first battalion game ended.

Sure enough, their shooting results were excellent.

According to the results of the last assessment, their shooting results are enough to rank in the top two.

The first battalion commander had a serious face at this time, and scolded:

"These boys didn't show their strength in training at all."

This was obviously meant for Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu tapped his ears with his little finger and said:
"Why is there so much earwax recently?"

The first battalion commander laughed and said:

"Maybe it's because of the poor shooting performance, I'm angry."

Next, is the Second Battalion.

An hour and a half later, the results of the second battalion came out.

Their results are also very good, even slightly better than the first battalion.

According to such results, in the last assessment, it was No.2.

As a result, the pressure on the other battalion commanders is doubled.

Fourth Battalion Commander: "Did the boss and the second give hormones to their soldiers? So fierce?"

Fifth Battalion Commander: "It seems that we are under a lot of pressure."

Commander of the Sixth Battalion: "I've been telling these boys not to throw me away. This time, it looks like I'm going to throw my hair away."

Commander of the Seventh Battalion: "It doesn't matter, there is still the third child on the back."

The other people's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing this.

Qiu Yu was not angry at this time, nor did he speak.

He just looked at his soldiers who were about to take the field with a smile on his face.

After this period of teaching from Wang Zhe, the confidence of these guys in shooting has improved a lot, and they are also very decisive.

He is confident that even if his fighters could not get No.1 in shooting this time, they did not miss the top three.

Wang Zhe watched the soldiers of the third battalion come out, he smiled lightly, and stroked the rifle in his hand.

In fact, he didn't participate in the assessment today, so there was no need to bring a gun.

But he still took it.

At this time, ten fighters who were shooting at a 500-meter fixed target were already standing at their shooting positions.

The ten men are not as standard as other warriors in standing, kneeling or lying postures.

They are all standing loosely, looking very casual.

This made the soldiers of several other battalions point out.

Those battalion commanders were even more merciless:

"Third brother, you soldiers are here to buy vegetables, right?"

"Is this what your instructor taught them?"

"That instructor of yours is not a shooter, but a catwalk?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

These battalion commanders are used to this on weekdays.

Whoever has any disadvantages will be ridiculed by others.

This is also a kind of fun for them.

And the leaders sent by the military departments in the distance also frowned at this time.

Although they didn't say anything, everyone could tell that they were not very satisfied with the soldiers of the third battalion.

Although the shooting performance was not good in the past, the shooting posture was very standard anyway.

Now this is simply not a soldier.

Soon, the shooting begins.

With the command of "shoot", the ten soldiers who were standing loosely raised their guns in an instant.

Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta, tap--

For a 500-meter fixed target, each person shoots 10 rounds of bullets.

All ten of them had three combat shots, plus one single shot.

The military leaders frowned again at this time.

Shooting without aiming?

Fixed target, ten bullets, as long as you finish shooting within half a minute.

There is time to aim.

As a result, these ten boys didn't even look at them, they just raised their guns and shot.

Several leaders could not help but glance at Qiu Yu.

"What the hell is Qiu Yu doing?"

"Is the jar broken?"

"It seems that after this assessment is over, he has to be cleaned up. If this continues, the battalion commander will stop doing it."

The other battalion commanders also shook their heads at this time.

"The third child is a dead pig and is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water."

"I gave up on myself."

"Maybe he has some kind of mental illness."

"Psychological intervention needs to be done as soon as possible."

The commander of the third battalion naturally heard and saw all these.

However, he didn't change his face.

Even with a smile on his face.

At this point, the on-site broadcast began to report the target:
"No. 100 target, ten bullets, [-] rings."

"No. 100 target, ten bullets, [-] rings."

"No. 98 target, ten bullets, [-] rings."

"Target No. 100, ten bullets, [-] rings."

……

"No. 99 target, [-] bullets, [-] rings."

At this moment, the smiles on the faces of those battalion commanders who were mocking Qiu Yu froze.

Then they all showed incredible expressions.

He looked at Qiu Yu, at the ten fighters, and at the target in the distance.

Look at the big screen not far away.

All the bullet holes on the ten targets were displayed on the big screen.

On every target, there was nothing lower than the seventh ring.

The worst fighter, with ten bullets, also reached 95 rings.

At this moment, the battalion commanders were a little confused.

(End of this chapter)