Zhou Zhen turned around to look at Zhang Lizheng, and a glint flashed across his calm eyes.
"You mean that Mo Wen might not lose?"
There was a flash of surprise in Zhang Lizheng's eyes. It was the first time he had seen the Battalion Commander evaluate a young man like that. Battalion Commander Zhou Zhen was no ordinary battalion commander, but one of the three special battalion commanders of the 19th Division.
"The results haven't come out yet, so who can say for sure? If he really can win, I will definitely give him the highest score in this military training."
Chief instructor Zhou Zhen said calmly.
On the shooting range, Shao Jianyang raised his gun and aimed. The next moment, a gunshot rang out.
"Tenth ring."
The referee's voice rang out in the distance.
"Yes, he really hit the bullseye. Brother Shao's marksmanship is simply superb!"
"As expected of Brother Shao. With him around, what can the 4th Battalion do?"
"Only a moving target can reflect one's true ability. That Mo Wen is probably dumbfounded."
…
Shao Jianyang's first shot hit the target, and the 3rd Battalion's area immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers.
"It's your turn. I hope you don't get eliminated too early, otherwise it would be too boring."
Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen with a cold smile. In the shooting range, he had absolute confidence that he could trample Mo Wen. Competing with me in marksmanship? Mo Wen decided to go back and drink a few more years of milk before he thought about it.
Mo Wen smiled plainly. He rubbed the rifle in his hand and walked to the shooting range unhurriedly.
Although a handgun had an advantage in the shooting range, the recoil of a rifle was too strong and the bullet would easily miss, but Mo Wen still liked a rifle.
A semi-automatic rifle could fire more than a dozen bullets in a second. How could a handgun compare?
Bang!
Mo Wen, who had walked onto the Shooting Range, did not hesitate at all. He raised his gun and shot. His movements were smooth and fluid.
After that shot, he didn't even look back and walked down.
"Ten rings!"
In the distance, the referee began to report the results.
"Got it! Mo Wen also has ten rings. Haha! "
"Awesome, too awesome. As expected of the 4th Battalion, who let the 3rd Battalion be so arrogant."
…
In the area of the First Battalion, Qin Xiaoyou's gaze was fixed on Mo Wen. She clenched her small hands tightly and her eyes were full of excitement.
"Xiaoyou, why are you so agitated? Don't tell me you really like that Mo Wen?"
A short-haired girl walked to Qin Xiaoyou's side and teased her.
"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about? Be careful that I don't scratch you."
Qin Xiaoyu glared at the short-haired girl.
"That Mo Wen is really very capable. Since you don't like him, then I'll tell him that you don't like him and let him consider me. How about that?"
The short-haired girl looked at Qin Xiaoyou mischievously, with a look that said she had a good impression of Mo Wen.
"Go ahead. Look at how lovey-dovey you are. I don't know what others will think of you if you take the initiative."
Qin Xiaoyou snorted softly and looked as if she wanted him to hurry up and go.
In the second round, a young man from the Third Battalion went up. He had a square face and a steady demeanor. The fact that he was able to persist until now was inseparable from his steady temperament.
He raised his gun and aimed. After waiting for two to three minutes, a gunshot rang out.
"Eight rings."
Unfortunately, the voice of the referee in the distance announced that he had been eliminated. It was definitely not easy to hit the tenth ring on a moving target.
Another person from the 3rd Battalion was eliminated, and it was Wang Yuan's turn.
Wang Yuan took a deep breath, did two warm-up exercises, and then walked to the shooting range.
Bang!
"Ninth ring."
After the gunshot, it was the ninth ring. He was only one ring away from passing. Unfortunately, Wang Yuan still lacked that little bit of luck.
"Mo Wen, hang in there!"
Wang Yuan laughed bitterly and exited the shooting range somewhat helplessly.
Next, it was the turn of the people from the 3rd Battalion.
Unsurprisingly, the person from the 3rd Battalion hit the seventh ring and was also eliminated.
At this moment, the 3rd Battalion was left with two people. As for the 4th Battalion, only Mo Wen was left.
One against two, the situation was still not looking good.
After the 3rd Battalion, it was naturally Mo Wen's turn again.
"Mo Wen, hold your gun steady. Don't be eliminated before you even meet me. That would be embarrassing."
Not far away, Shao Jianyang crossed his arms and looked at Mo Wen playfully.
He liked the thrill of stepping on Mo Wen bit by bit under the watchful eyes of the crowd. If Mo Wen was eliminated in one or two shots, it would be boring for him.
Mo Wen walked to the shooting range expressionlessly. The continuous cheers from the 4th Battalion could be heard from afar, but he completely ignored them.
He simply raised his gun and shot. His movements were coherent without any pause. After the gunshot, he walked back with a calm expression.
It was as if he already knew the result and did not wait for the referee to announce it.
"Bullseye, 10 rings."
He had just walked off the shooting range when the referee's voice rang out.
"Another 10 rings! He hit the bullseye again. "
"That's amazing. Hitting the bullseye twice. I wonder if that Shao Jianyang can persist. Maybe the 4th Battalion can really defeat the 3rd Battalion."
…
"Good lad, his standard is not bad."
Instructor Zhang Lizheng clenched his fist tightly. The stone that was pressing on his heart was finally lifted. Previously, he did not have much hope for the shooting competition. However, Mo Wen's performance once again ignited his hope.
Shao Jianyang squinted his eyes slightly. Mo Wen's shot just now was very casual, but it hit the bullseye. If the previous shot was a fluke, then it was definitely not a fluke now.
"Interesting!"
Shao Jianyang's mouth curled into a playful smile. He re-evaluated Mo Wen. However, the stronger Mo Wen was, the stronger his desire to fight. Only by stepping on him would he feel more accomplished.
From the bottom of his heart, Shao Jianyang disliked Mo Wen. Mo Wen's relationship with Qin Xiaoyou was like a thorn in his heart. How could such a perfect girl like her have someone she liked? Even simple concern was not enough.
After Mo Wen, it was the 3rd Battalion's turn again. However, it was not Shao Jianyang, but another cadet from the 3rd Battalion. According to the rotation rules, he would be followed by Shao Jianyang.
For Mo Wen, it was now a situation of one against two.
Bang!
"Bullseye."
The referee's voice rang out. He actually hit the bullseye. That cadet became the third person to hit the bullseye on the moving target.
He glanced at Mo Wen curiously and walked off the shooting range.
The cadet from the 3rd Battalion hit the bullseye. The drill ground was once again in an uproar. Those who had been optimistic about Mo Wen previously were no longer optimistic about him.
The current situation was that Mo Wen was still one against two. Moreover, they were the two people with the highest shooting standards in the 3rd Battalion.
It was Mo Wen's turn again. At this time, it was already his third shot on the moving target. The cadets from the 3rd Battalion had only shot once each. They had a huge advantage in numbers.
However, Mo Wen did not mind. The moving target was only a hundred meters away. To him, he could even hit the bullseye with a flying dagger, not to mention an accurate firearm.
The moving target shook at a uniform speed. As long as one could grasp the speed and distance of the shaking, it would be no different from shooting a fixed target. Of course, it was easier said than done.
Mo Wen hit the bullseye on the third shot.
Shao Jianyang's turn was next. Similarly, he easily hit the bullseye.
Mo Wen hit the bullseye on the fourth shot. There seemed to be no suspense.
However, when it was the turn of the second cadet from the 3rd Battalion, he failed. The moving target had a lot of uncertainty. Failure was a very normal thing.
To be able to hit the bullseye with every shot like Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang, their standards were definitely beyond the normal range.
Mo Wen hit the bullseye on the fifth shot.
Shao Jianyang also hit the bullseye.
The sixth shot
The seventh shot
The eighth shot
The ninth shot
The two of them went back and forth. All the way to the tenth shot, there was no clear winner.
The drill ground was silent. The spectating cadets were already a little numb. Some of them even wondered if the two of them would continue to compete like this.
The outstanding performance of the two of them gave people the illusion that they would never miss. It was as if the moving target that was especially difficult had become super easy to shoot.
"Sir, I request to increase the difficulty of the competition."
Shao Jianyang finally could not take it anymore. He did not expect Mo Wen to be so strong. If they continued to compete, he was even a little worried that he would accidentally miss.
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