Military: Starting From The Night Tiger As A Deputy Company

"Target!"

"Seven rings!" The target announcer shouted, and at the same time, the high-definition camera also locked on the target, and the bullet hole appeared at the position of the seventh ring, which made the people around feel a little bit astonished. This is luck, this is 600 meters, no need With a telescope, the target is just a blur in front of people's eyes.

Bang! The gunfire rang out again.

"Eight rings!" Everyone was silent, two hits can no longer be explained by common sense.

"You're so lucky!" Cui Dexin frowned. This kind of luck is really good, and the number of rings is still rising. Liu Minghuan on the side also has a dignified face. It stands to reason that this kind of shooting either misses the target or gets caught,- It can't be like this.

If you change yourself, if you are lucky, you can hit it, but it is absolutely impossible to hit the target with every shot.

Zuo Qingyun is shooting, and such ultra-long-range shooting is also very difficult for him. In the shooting training ground of the Central Military Academy, he once spent countless rounds of bullets on rifle long-range shooting for four full years.

"Seven Rings!"

"Nine Rings!"

"Ten rings!" The target announcer's voice began to tremble, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zuo Qingyun shot one shot at a time, calmly, and shot very steadily. At this moment, all his thoughts are on shooting. The scene has fallen into a deathly silence, and a breath of despair spreads on the field. Cui Dexin and the surrounding people The officer of the Mi Army was completely dumbfounded. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe it.

Shooting a rifle at 600 meters, no one missed the target, and the number of rings is still above the seventh ring. If you want to be so perverted, this guy is still human.

After shooting, Zuo Qingyun checked the gun, then stood up, and looked towards Liu Minghuan with a blank expression, "It's your turn!"

Liu Minghuan didn't react at all, because he couldn't do it, or it was impossible to do it, he had never tried this distance, and he couldn't see clearly. Originally thought that the other party made such a request, everyone was relying on luck, but now Zuo Qingyun's results in the whole middle school cannot be surpassed at all.

Zuo Qingyun just stood beside him like this, he looked at him with pity in his eyes, his strong self-esteem turned his sad emotions into two lines of tears, now he is like a primary school student being bullied, desperate and Helpless, unable to do anything except cry, how could such a marksmanship rely on luck, it can only be said that he is really an opponent that he cannot defeat.

What's even more humiliating is that he actually felt that he could beat him at a distance of 300 meters. He regretted it... If he could do it all over again, he would never choose to challenge him. He thought he could win the honor, but he lost quite grandly , not only did not become a hero, but became a joke.

At this moment, the Goguryeo people who watched the live broadcast looked depressed one by one. If you lose, you lose. Why are you still crying? Isn’t it shameful. Cui Dexin glanced at Liu Minghuan, needless to say, he knew that he would not win.

"Yanhuang Kingdom is victorious, let's move on to the next close combat!" Cui Dexin looked at the camera with a wry smile, and then announced helplessly to the high school general and Leighton Stuart. If you lose this competition, you will lose. There is no such person in a million, and even the people in the secret army do not reach this level.

The high school general said in a deep voice: "How can you compare in the fighting arena, fists and feet have no eyes, and are easy to get hurt."

"Choose two people each, and take the stage one by one. Whoever can stand at the end wins. However, close combat, fists and feet without eyes, and casualties are also very normal. High school generals, if you are worried, you can abstain!" Cui Dexin was a little proud, they This is a sure sign that Yanhuang Kingdom will not give up, but now it's a two-on-one fight.

"Very good!" The high school general naturally knew their plan, and then walked up to Zuo Qingyun, "Captain, "You have given us a lot of surprises, your marksmanship has reached the top of the whole war zone."

"Thank you, Chief, for your praise!" Zuo Qingyun said loudly.

"Let's discuss it, who will participate in close combat, two people!"

"I'll add Zhong Yun!" Zuo Qingyun said to several people, and they naturally didn't have any objections, after all, their fighting skills were not as good as Zuo Qingyun's, and Zhong Yun's fighting skills were also good. Soon, the two of them came together On the side of the set up arena, because there was no need to draw lots, they faced Goguryeo and Mijun.

...asking for flowers...

"I'll come first!" Zhong Yun took off his combat uniform and put on a camouflage vest, revealing evenly distributed muscles on his body. He was the first one to test Zuo Qingyun, and then ten Goguryeo soldiers also left On the ring.

Zuo Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, this soldier was about forty years old, already past the age with the best physical strength and reaction speed, since Goguryeo sent him up, obviously he was not an easy character to deal with.

"This is Master Puren!"

"Yeah, that's him!"

"We're sure to win, he's a master of Taekwondo!" Goguryeo's depressed mood burned up again at this moment, and they were all waiting to see how they were being abused. At this moment, Zhong Yun obviously felt the pressure, and the momentum on the other side was very strong. Fierce, like a ferocious beast staring at him, Zhong Yun clenched his fists, and a strong fighting spirit erupted from his body.

Zuo Qingyun's brows were tightly furrowed, and his fists and feet were blind. This group of guys will definitely use this to make a big fuss. If Zhong Yun really loses, it will end in time.

"Start!" After the referee yelled, Zhong Yun's body moved immediately, and he rushed towards Puren quickly. When he was less than one meter away from the opponent, Zhong Yun punched his right hand directly towards the opponent's goal. , Borrowing the inertia of the body impact, the force is superimposed on the iron fist, and the speed is even greater.

Puren sneered, not panicking at all, he took a step forward, clenched his right hand like a heavy fist and went towards Zhong Yun. Puren has practiced Taekwondo for thirty years, and although he is forty years old, his strength is still at its peak state.

Bang! The two fists collided fiercely in the air, the bodies of both sides shook, and neither of them retreated. Zuo Qingyun could tell that Zhong Yun's strength was still a little weak. Zhong Yun frowned slightly, and quickly spread the five fingers of his right hand, grabbing the opponent's fist, trying to pull it over.

Pu Ren sneered, followed by a sudden shake of his wrist, his wrist directly grasped Zhong Yun's right hand like a spiral, the next moment, his right foot swept towards Zhong Yun like a thick iron rod, watching the opponent's attack, Zuo Qingyun suddenly looked serious , Zhong Yun may not be his opponent factory. ,

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