1929 I am a chaebol in the United States

Hearing that Qin Jian was willing to participate in the competition, Lu Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. With Qin Jian's strength, as long as Qin Jian participated in the competition, no one would be able to match him in the cross-country race.

Just when Lu Chen was trying to persuade Qin Jian to participate in the competition, a voice came from the broadcast at the competition venue.

"The competition is about to begin. Please ask the leaders of each company to assemble their teams and enter the venue in an orderly manner."

"The competition is about to begin. Please ask the leaders of each company to assemble their teams and enter the venue in an orderly manner."

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The broadcast was repeated three times before it ended.

When the first broadcast ended, everyone present began to assemble under the leadership of their respective chief officers. Lu Chen also stood up and shouted to the soldiers of the special forces company:

"All soldiers from the special forces company, gather here."

Less than ten minutes after the broadcast, there were basically no lone people on the training ground. Lu Chen couldn't help but sigh that the quality of the US military was really good. If the troops of the Chinese warlords were to gather, it would take at least half an hour for everyone to arrive.

After Lu Chen scanned the training ground, he found that only their special forces company had all its members participating in the competition. The number of people from other companies who came to participate in the competition was only a few dozen, while the number of people who came was only a few.

Ten minutes after the broadcast ended, Green brought more than a dozen senior US military officers to the training ground. More than a dozen of them walked to the temporary podium. Green sat in the middle seat and said to the people participating in the competition:

"Hello everyone, welcome to this competition. I am Green, and I wish you all good results and a good ranking."

After Green finished speaking, the next person to speak was a soldier with a star on his shoulder sitting to Green's left. He first glanced at the people in the audience, then paused for a moment with his eyes on the special forces company before beginning to speak:

"Hello everyone, I'm Bato, and I'm also the chief referee of this competition. I now announce that the competition will begin. The first one to be held is the shooting competition, the 100-meter fixed target competition. All the contestants from each company who are participating in the shooting competition, please line up and go to the shooting range to compete."

After hearing what Bato said, Ma Tianxing and more than a dozen soldiers from the special forces company stood up. After saluting Lu Chen and Qin Jian, they walked towards the shooting range. After the contestants left, other people who did not participate in the competition also began to gather at the open space next to the shooting range.

The remaining people stood by to cheer for the players from their own company.

When Lu Chen saw the crowd participating in the shooting competition, he was surprised. Lu Chen pointed at the contestants who were lining up and said, "Qin Jian, there must be thousands of people participating in the competition."

Qin Jian took a look at the contestant area and said calmly, "Boss, you are making a fuss out of nothing. You should know that there are two or three armies with 130,000 soldiers here, and these people are all good at shooting. Moreover, the US military has no problem with ammunition, and they use live ammunition for training. It is normal that there are more people who are good at shooting."

After listening to Qin Jian's words, Lu Chen felt that it made sense. It was normal for there to be thousands of sharpshooters among hundreds of thousands of people.

Lu Chen sighed in his heart, "I am being petty."

But he immediately thought of his military factory. After three months, the military factory should be completed. So he could be considered an arms dealer.

There are so many American troops here, how many bullets are consumed every day, this is all money, if the American troops here use their own ammunition, how much US dollars will they earn in a year. Thinking of this, Lu Chen began to secrete a lot of saliva.

The competition started soon. Lu Chen saw the shooting range used for the competition and exclaimed sincerely:

"The Americans are so rich. This shooting range can accommodate 60 people training at the same time."

Qin Jian also looked at the shooting range with envy. He said:

"I have never seen such a large shooting range. In China, a shooting range that could accommodate a whole platoon of people training at the same time was considered large."

Before the two men could finish their sigh, they saw 50 people walking out of the contestant area, and they all lay prone in the shooting positions.

Then, as the referee's flag fell, the sound of gunfire continued to rang out on the shooting range. Soon, the first group's competition was over.

Immediately after the shooting was over, the soldiers in charge of statistics began to report the targets.

"Target No. 1, 91 rings."

"Target No. 2, 95 rings."

"Target No. 3, 94 rings."

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"Target No. 50, 88 rings."

After hearing the results of this group, Lu Chen couldn't help but worry about the dozen or so special forces soldiers who participated in this competition. He said to Qin Jian nervously:

"Qin Jian, these people's shooting scores are too good. The worst one has 88 rings. I am a little worried about our soldiers."

Qin Jian also frowned after listening to the target report. The shooting level of these Americans is really good. He just listened carefully and the worst score was 88 rings. He nodded and said:

"These people are really good at shooting. But I still believe in the soldiers in our company. This is just a fixed target. They can shoot 85 rings with a moving target even when they are exhausted. Fixed target shooting should be child's play for them."

This is why Lu Chen is worried about the people in the special forces company. The special forces company now rarely conducts fixed-target shooting training. Even if there is occasional training, Lu Chen and Qin Jian will set many conditions for the soldiers.

He was a little worried that his soldiers were used to difficult shooting, and if they were suddenly asked to do this simple shooting, they would show off their skills on the field.

If that's the case, their results probably won't be very good.

The competition went very fast, and soon it was already the third group shooting at the shooting range. Lu Chen found that the results of this group were even better, and some people even scored 98 rings. This made Lu Chen even more nervous.

Seeing Lu Chen's nervous look, Qin Jian smiled and said, "Boss, don't worry about them. We are all very clear about their strengths. Besides, Ma Tianxing is also participating in the competition. You trained him yourself. You should believe in his strength. With him in the special forces company, the results will not be bad."

When Lu Chen heard Qin Jian talking about Ma Tianxing, he couldn't help but laugh. Ma Tianxing was a sniper seedling he discovered. Lu Chen was also planning to train Ma Tianxing to be a sniper. He was very clear about Ma Tianxing's shooting level.

Without a scope, this guy can hit whatever he points at within 200 meters. With a scope, this guy can hit a one-yuan coin 800 meters away.

Lu Chen smiled and said:

"I still have confidence in Tianxing. He has great talent. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, he will surely get a place."

Qin Jian said: "Then what do you have to worry about? As long as Ma Tianxing performs well, then the entire special forces company will perform well."

While Lu Chen and Qin Jian were chatting, it was the turn of the soldiers from the special forces company to take the field.

When Ma Tianxing saw the referee signaling to his side, he immediately took more than a dozen soldiers from the special forces company onto the field.

After Ma Tianxing arrived at his shooting position, he carefully checked the guns issued by the shooting range. After confirming that there was no problem with the guns, he began to check the bullets. He shook each bullet in his hand, then selected five bullets and loaded them into the gun. Then he reloaded the remaining five bullets onto the bridge board.

As the referee signaled the start of the match, he began to adjust his breathing, then aimed and shot. After trying to fire two shots, he felt that the gun had good accuracy, and the bullet point was not far from his aiming position, so he habitually increased the shooting frequency.

After Ma Tianxing quickly finished firing five bullets, he immediately picked up the remaining bridge board, pressed the bullets on it into the gun, and started shooting again. It only took him one and a half minutes to finish firing ten bullets.

After firing the last shot, he ejected the last shell from the rifle and immediately stood up to signal to the referee that he had finished shooting.

When Lu Chen saw Ma Tianxing's shooting frequency, he immediately started cursing.

"Damn Ma Tianxing, I specifically told him to shoot slower before he went on stage. He promised, but he forgot everything when he got to the competition. He finished shooting so quickly, can he guarantee that he will hit the bull's eye?"

Qin Jian comforted him, "Don't worry, Boss. There will be no problem. Ma Tianxing must know the answer. Besides, his average score in rapid-fire training is over 90. He has slowed down this time, so his score will definitely not be bad."

Lu Chen said angrily, "Humph! We'll know how he performs when we report his target soon. If the result is too bad, I'll show you how I'll deal with him when I get back."

Ma Tianxing's shooting frequency made the special forces company soldiers feel like they were participating in a rapid-fire competition, so the remaining dozen or so contestants in the special forces company also unconsciously increased their shooting speed.

Seeing this, even Qin Jian frowned. He thought to himself, Ma Tianxing really needs to be taught a lesson, you see, he has led the players of the special forces company astray.

The contestants from the special forces company increased their shooting frequency, which put a lot of pressure on the other contestants. They also increased their shooting rhythm. As a result, except for the people from the special forces company, the shooting rhythm of the others was completely messed up.

Since everyone was firing faster, this group finished the fastest. In less than two minutes, everyone in this group had used up all ten bullets. After the competition, the other contestants looked at the dozen or so soldiers of the special forces company with great hostility. They all made mistakes because their shooting rhythm was disrupted.

After the shooting, the target reporting began. Green specially arranged the target positions of more than ten people from the special forces company together. Ma Tianxing's target position was at the front, target position 20.

Lu Chen was a little worried about Ma Tianxing's grades, so he was a little nervous at this time.

"Target No. 1, 80 rings."

"Target No. 2, 85 rings."

"Target No. 3, 81 rings."

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"Target No. 20, 96 rings."

"Target No. 21, 88 rings."

Lu Chen was obviously relieved when he heard Ma Tianxing's results.

"Fortunately, this guy didn't let down and scored 96 rings. It seems that he will have no problem entering the next round."

As the target reporter continued, the results of this group were soon reported.

After hearing the results of this group, Lu Chen's mouth was crooked with smile. Because the rhythm of this group was disrupted by the special forces, the results of this group were generally not good. Except for Ma Tianxing, no one else scored above 90 rings.

Besides Ma Tianxing, the others also performed well, with the worst score being 87. Such results made Lu Chen and Qin Jian very satisfied.

But the other company commanders were in a completely different mood than Lu Chen. The person who came to participate in the competition was the top shooter in their company, but he didn't even score 90 points. This made them very angry.

The eyes of the dozen or so people looking at Ma Tianxing were filled with obvious murderous intent.

The shooting competition lasted for an hour before the first round was completed. After the first round, the top ten in each group were kept for the second round. The rest were eliminated.

The special forces company was lucky. In addition to Ma Tianxing, five other people also entered the second round. Lu Chen looked at the remaining number of people, about 200 people. That means they have to be divided into 4 groups to compete.

The rules for the second round are the same as the first round, with ten people remaining in each group.

In the second round, the six members of the special forces company were not together. Ma Tianxing was assigned to the first group, and the other five were assigned to the third and fourth groups respectively.

After the groups were divided, the first group was called into the shooting range. Seeing Ma Tianxing lying down at target position 30, Lu Chen immediately organized the soldiers of the special forces company to cheer for Ma Tianxing.

Lu Chen shouted to the soldiers of the special forces company:

"Brothers, let's cheer Ma Tianxing on."

Then Lu Chen shouted, "Ma Tianxing."

The soldiers below shouted at the top of their lungs: "Come on!"

The Special Forces Company made such a big noise that all the companies on the field looked at them. However, Lu Chen didn't care at all and directed the Special Forces Company to cheer for Ma Tianxing.

Seeing that Lu Chen had started to cheer for his team members, other companies also directed their own team members to start cheering for their own team members.

But there were too few of them, and their voices were no match for the nearly 200 people in the special forces company. So no matter how the other companies cheered, only the special forces company's voices could be heard on the field.

The competition started soon. Ma Tianxing deliberately slowed down his shooting pace this time because he knew that the other people in this group were all masters. In the previous round, they all scored above 95 rings.

He held his breath, focused his eyes, and aimed at the bull's eye 100 meters away. Then he started shooting regularly, following the rhythm of his breathing.

He had good eyesight, and when he fired the first shot, he was sure he had hit the bull's eye. After confirming the shooting angle and position, he fired the next nine bullets at the best time according to his own rhythm.

At the end of the competition, his score was 99 rings, and he entered the finals as the first in the group.