The news that Yang Ling was going to test his marksmanship with Xiong Dawu spread quickly, and the troops were bored hiding on the edge of the reeds, and many people who liked to be lively came over. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The people of the first company were full of confidence in the marksmanship of their company commander Xiong Dawu, and stood aside with their arms in their arms and pointed at Yang Ling, and from time to time words such as self-estimation came into Yang Ling's ears.

Yang Ling didn't care, he was absolutely sure if he dared to come, he originally wanted to find someone to challenge him to win some ammunition, but since Xiong Dawu agreed so readily, he didn't squirm.

He withdrew his three-eight rifle bullet and placed it next to the ten grenades, which was considered a bet.

"Deputy Yang Lian, our bullets are expensive, and one shot will determine the winner." Although Xiong Dawu was confident, he couldn't figure out the details of Yang Ling, and he was afraid that he would fight too much, so he opened his mouth and formulated the rules.

Yang Ling nodded and agreed.

"I see that he is doomed, so I don't even inquire about our company commander, but he is a sharpshooter in the battalion."

"Maybe he has two brushes too, so I don't think he's panicked at all."

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The onlookers talked a lot, Luo Ziqiang hugged his arms and was calm with a face, he didn't know how Xiong Dawu's marksmanship was, but he knew Yang Ling's marksmanship clearly.

In Luo Ziqiang's opinion, the moment Xiong Dawu agreed to compete, the ten grenades already belonged to their supplementary company.

Soon, the soldiers of the first company pinched two mud balls on the ridge 400 meters away as targets.

Four hundred meters is already the standard range of Hanyang-made rifles, not to mention that the two mud balls placed on the ridge are also very small, so it is not easy to shoot.

"Deputy Yang Lian, are you first or am I first?" Xiong Dawu squinted at Yang Ling and asked.

"Whatever the guest wants." Yang Ling had a faint smile on his face, and he didn't have any pressure no matter what he did.

Xiong Dawu thought for a moment, then grabbed the gun and stood still, took a deep breath, pulled the bolt of the gun, flattened the rifle, and half-squinted his eyes aimed at the mud on the ridge four hundred meters away.

"Don't make any noise, our company commander is going to shoot." Hearing the buzzing of onlookers, a company of people hurriedly scolded.

Xiong Dawu was breathing, and after aiming for about a minute, he pulled the trigger, and with the sound of a gunshot, the mud on the ridge in the distance was suddenly exploded, and the mud was splashed everywhere.

Seeing that the mud ball was hit, the surrounding soldiers all applauded, Xiong Dawu turned his head with a relaxed face, and handed the Hanyang-made rifle in his hand to Yang Ling's hand: "It's your turn."

Yang Ling smiled and took the Hanyang-made rifle, stepped forward and stood still, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the mud ball in the distance, at this moment he felt extremely quiet in his heart, it seemed that the whole world was quiet, and there was only that small mud ball in his eyes.

"Shoot, why don't you shoot."

"I'm not afraid of losing."

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Seeing that Yang Ling held Hanyang and didn't pull the trigger for a long time, the soldiers around him clamored, Xiong Dawu was disdainful, now he is firmly sitting on the Diaoyutai, as long as Yang Ling misses, he will win.

Yang Ling lowered the muzzle of the gun after aiming for a while, and ordered Luo Ziqiang: "Old Luo, you go and move the target outward for another hundred meters, it's too close and not challenging."

Luo Ziqiang nodded, and the past of the meteor strode backwards a hundred meters of the mud on the ridge.

Seeing Yang Ling's movements, Xiong Dawu's nose let out a cold snort, the standard range of Hanyang-made rifles is about 400 meters, and whether you can hit 500 meters away depends on your luck, this kid has lost his mind and gone crazy.

Now Xiong Dawu can already be sure, this kid has no fart skills, he must be the old smoker to covet himself, and he stupidly thinks that he has real skills and makes such a solemn thing.

Bang!

The gun rang out, and the mud ball five hundred meters away exploded into debris, and the soldiers who were clamoring around were so shocked by this shot that they couldn't speak, damn, they could hit it so far.

"Good!" After a few seconds, the surrounding soldiers all cheered loudly for Yang Ling.

"Hehe, Company Commander Xiong, admit it." Yang Ling handed Hanyang back to Xiong Dawu, and without seeing that Xiong Dawu had not recovered from the shock, he turned around and went to collect his loot.

"Don't go yet." Xiong Dawu reacted and grabbed Yang Ling.

"Hey, I said Company Commander Xiong, you won't be able to afford to lose." Seeing Yang Ling being stopped by Xiong Dawu, Luo Ziqiang paused, and said angrily on his face.

"You can't afford to fucking lose, Lao Tzu has to compete again." Xiong Dawu shouted to the soldiers of the first company, "Bring twenty more grenades."

Although there are only five bullets per soldier in the army, there are a lot of grenades, and everyone has at least two or three.

"Again, again." The soldiers of the first company did not believe that their company commander would lose, so they all shouted loudly.

"It's better than it, are we still afraid of you?" Luo Ziqiang opened his mouth and answered for Yang Ling, damn, if he wins, it will be thirty grenades.

In the second competition, the two mud balls were placed at a position of 500 meters, and Xiong Dawu kept an eye on it this time, that is, let Yang Ling shoot first, he didn't believe that Yang Ling's marksmanship was really that good.

Yang Ling had no objections to Xiong Dawu's arrangement, his marksmanship was fed by bullets, and his performance was very stable, and there was really no challenge in short-distance point shooting.

Yang Ling pulled the bolt and clicked the bullet to load, raised the gun to aim, bent his index finger and pulled the trigger, and with the crisp sound of the firing pin, the bullet spun out of the barrel at high speed and flew out.

Burst! Under everyone's full attention, the mud ball once again turned into a sky full of mud mist, and hit it perfectly.

If one is luck, then two consecutive hits are not a matter of luck, and everyone was shocked and showed admiration for Yang Ling.

Xiong Dawu is under pressure at the moment, damn, he kicked the iron plate today, look at this kid is ordinary, who knows that he is a sharpshooter, no wonder the old smoking gun is so proud, it seems that it is going to be planted today.

Xiong Dawu didn't want to lose like this, so he leveled the gun and aimed for a long time before pulling the trigger, but unfortunately the bullet only grazed the edge of the mud and did not hit the mud.

"I'm losing, take the grenades." Xiong Dawu put down the gun in his hand in frustration, feeling very unhappy, but he would not cheat if he admitted defeat.

Luo Ziqiang happily took off his clothes, and wrapped thirty grenades in the complicated eyes of the soldiers of the company.

The soldiers of the first company were also drooping their heads, and they couldn't figure out how their company commander had lost like this, and they were really unwilling to see these grenades returned to their supplementary company of old smoking guns.