Wonderful! The battle just now could no longer be described as wonderful.
It was not just a demonstration of marksmanship, but also a demonstration of the strength of a recruit.
An excellent gunner was far less threatening than a gunner who practiced martial arts. This had long become a norm in the army.
The reason why this pistol shooting competition was designed to be a breakthrough shot was to examine the combination of the gunner's strength and marksmanship.
Instead of looking for a staircase, the way to forge a path forward did not violate the rules of the pistol shooting competition of the recruit tournament.
On the huge electronic integrator, the score of the East Asia Military Region was displayed as a shining five points. This meant that the East Asia Military Region had achieved first place in a certain competition and also got second place.
The first place was three points, the second place was two points, and the third place was one point.
The score of the European Military Region was displayed as one point, not the two points of a tie for second place.
In the army, there would never be a tie for first place, nor would there be a tie for second place.
There was only one ranking!
Stackhouse was very clear that if he competed with Lin Ling again to snatch the second place, it would not only be a defeat, but an extremely miserable defeat. It might even hit the morale of all the European recruits.
The saying "A wise man submits to circumstances" was not only known to the Chinese, but also to the people of Europe and the Americas.
Forfeit and maintain the third place and morale. Stackhouse made a very wise decision.
There was no need to compete for the length of one day. There were still other competitions, and the future was long!
Andy looked at the scoreboard of the American Military Region on the big screen. It was the same as Africa and West Asia, zero points.
He shook his head weakly. In the past, the Americans would at least score in this event. Sometimes they would even take the second and third place, and their score would be on par with the first place.
This time, it was completely the world of the East Asian recruits. If it wasn't for the accidental death of Du Zhanpeng, even the European Military Region might have scored zero points.
In the past, after the game, the audience would leave the arena while discussing with each other.
Today, almost no audience left the arena. Everyone stood up and applauded vigorously. Today's game was not only worth the ticket price, but it was likely that the pistol shooting competition in the future would be boring.
"What? It's over? " A spectator who had just walked back from the bathroom asked curiously, "Did the East Asian woman win? Or did the European man win? "
"The East Asian man won."
"What?"
"When you threw the match just now, the last East Asian recruit who appeared took more than 270 seconds to end the battle valiantly."
"Two hundred and seventy seconds? How is it so fast? "
"Amazing ~ Let me tell you, just now …"
"No way ~ ~?" The man who came back from the washroom wailed in pain, "My pee washed away the most interesting match?"
"It's not the best. It's the most, most, most, most, most exciting competition. You've missed it."
Amidst the thunderous applause, the man who went to the bathroom let out a painful howl.
If you missed any match in the Recruit Tournament, you would really miss it. There was no recording here, and no recording was allowed, so it would not appear on the Internet.
Before the applause stopped, Du Peng took a big stride forward, leaping through the crowd at high speed like a golden-winged roc, leaping into the arena.
Qin Fen opened his arms, and the two of them gave each other a heavy bear hug. Their four arms alternated as they vigorously patted each other's tiger back.
Xue Tian and the others also walked down from the stands, and the East Asian recruits began to gather in the arena.
At this moment, it was time for the East Asian recruits.
Gathered around Qin Fen were not only Xue Tian's friends, but also a group of East Asian recruits who had never seen Qin Fen before. They were all here to participate in other competitions.
Although it was not their event that won the championship, they still had a share in this joy.
Andy got up weakly and sighed heavily. This kind of atmosphere was really not suitable for the Americans who did not win a single point.
Stackhouse powerlessly high-fived his companions. The dominance of the pistol shooting event for many years was finally broken by someone.
"Tsk, isn't it just winning the pistol shooting event? Is there a need to be so happy? Those who don't know would think that they won the overall championship, or the championship of the main event, the King of Martial Combat, or the championship of the small team cooperation. The East Asian recruits are really a group of people with no ambition. "
On the grandstand, the recruit from America, [Zeus] Mark Jumino, rested his elbows on the seats in the back row and rested his two thick black legs on the back of the seat in front of him while chewing gum nonchalantly.
"Zeus."
"Oh? Little Dragon King, what's the matter? " Mark Jumino turned his head and looked at the frowning Little Dragon King, Yang Lie, "Don't be so nervous, relax a little, relax a little."
"Zeus." Yang Lie stood up slowly and turned towards the opening of the stage, "Find some information about the Eastern recruit who won the championship. He may be the biggest obstacle for our American recruits to win the championship of the martial combat tournament. "
"Oh? Is that so? "Mark Jumino stared at Qin Fen provocatively across the crowd.
After a few seconds, Mark Jumino looked at the departing Yang Lie and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "This time, Little Dragon King seems to have made a mistake. If he is really an expert, he should have reacted to my provocation just now. But Furious Beheader Xue Tian beside him is very interesting. My provocation was not for him, but he still noticed it. "
"Mark, that man who looks similar to Du Zhanpeng is also a bit interesting."
The voice seemed to appear out of thin air. Mark's eyes shone with surprise as he screamed, "Oh, Brooks, you finally woke up. I thought you would only wake up once on the day of Yang Lie's appearance. "
A big military cap covered a face that couldn't be seen. Brooks' lazy voice came from it again, "Of course, I will wake up when there is a fun toy. Yang Lie? Hmph! In this tournament, I will tell that mixed-race that the number one martial dao soldier in America is me, Sky Splitter Brooks, and not Little Dragon King, Yang Lie. "
"Sky Splitter, the number one martial combat recruit in America will be me, Zeus Mark!"
"Is that so?" Brooks stood up and stretched. His figure wasn't tall, but he didn't look short either.
He was one hundred and eighty-five meters tall, with wide shoulders and a thin waist. His arms looked extraordinarily wide and long as he stretched. The big military cap pressed down, making it impossible to see the face behind the shadow.
"Then, I hope that the last match will be between you and me, and no one else."
"I will definitely be on the final stage. As for who my opponent is, it doesn't matter to me." Mark patted the dust on his trousers and got up to leave the venue.
In other places on the stage.
"Go and check if the recruit who won the title of marksmanship is participating in the martial combat tournament. If he is participating, go and find out his information. "
"Caesar, could it be …"
"Yes, he may become one of the biggest obstacles for us in Europe to win the Recruit King of Martial Combat. He may be more troublesome than Little Dragon King, Sky Splitter, Zeus, and the others that we paid attention to before. "
In the other corner of the stage, a pair of hateful eyes stared at Qin Fen in the field.
"Qin Fen!"
"Tschick, is this the Qin Fen that you want to defeat with your own hands day and night?" The West Asian recruits who were watching the battle looked at Mourad Tschick, who was leading the team this time, with a little surprise.
Among the three heroes of West Asia, two people were accidentally lost in a confrontation maneuver. This time, they could only send Mourad Tschick alone.
"Yes! It's him! "
Mourad Tschick, who kicked away his thick beard, revealed the face of a handsome man in the Arab world.
In the field, Xue Tian put his arm on Qin Fen's shoulder, "Old Qin, your move this time was very powerful. It attracted a lot of eyes that were observing in the dark. "
"No matter how bad my luck is, it's impossible for me to meet everyone." Qin Fen put his hand on Xue Tian's shoulder, "Maybe your luck is worse than mine. When you draw lots, you will keep stepping on landmines to move forward, but my luck is so good that the strength of all my opponents is very poor. "
"Old Qin!" Xue Tian left Qin Fen's shoulder and deliberately put on a straight face, "Cursing others with a crow's mouth is very immoral."
Everyone heard it and burst into laughter. Where was the fear of meeting a tyrannical opponent in the laughter of heroism?
Which of the people who came here to participate did not aim for the first place? If they really met, then they would knock down the opponent and turn him into a stepping stone to the title of Recruit King of Martial Combat!
Afraid? If they were afraid, then they wouldn't have come to this life and death competition!
When martial artists fought, how could there be anything about stopping at the right time? Unless the difference in strength between the two sides was too big. Otherwise, no one would dare to say that they could win the other side until the last moment!
Therefore, the military's recruit martial arts competition did not set a rule that the opponent could not be killed.
"Qin Fen, congratulations."
Lin Jiaxuan also squeezed into the crowd. Today's opponent, the European Aerial Combat Team, forfeited, so the East Asian Aerial Combat Team won without a fight. She also had time to come and watch the game.
As an East Asian recruit who had some interactions, Lin Jiaxuan felt that it was necessary to come and congratulate him.
"Thank you …"
Qin Fen nodded, but his eyes looked behind Lin Jiaxuan.
This strange look naturally attracted Lin Jiaxuan's attention. She looked back and followed Qin Fen's eyes.
In a corner outside the crowd stood a man and a woman. The man looked elegant and handsome. Describing him as a handsome guy was not enough to describe him.
The woman was dressed in a suit. There was a hint of neutral beauty in her charming beauty.
Beautiful! Only the word "beautiful" could describe this woman's overall feeling.
At this time, this woman, who was so beautiful that men were suffocating and women were jealous, was showing the most brilliant smile to Qin Fen. Her little hand secretly waved as a greeting, revealing the shyness of a little girl, adding a bit of temptation.
The elegant and handsome man pointed to the passage not far away and drew a huge eight in the sky. Then, he pointed to the woman's black suit and turned to leave the corner with the woman in a hurry.
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