After Cui Weinan returned from the target inspection, his face turned dark.

Standing more than ten meters away, Zhuang Yan called to him, "Cui Pai, what happened?"

Cui Weinan shook his head, did not speak, went back to the sidelines with a dark face, and sat back in the team.

The person next to him asked him the same question, and finally got anxious and said, "Is it okay for me to drink Coke?"

This tone, obviously lost.

And lost terribly.

Zhuang Yan said to Yu Qunchao: "It seems that the instructor is very powerful!"

Yu Qunchao said, "How can they be our instructors if they are not good? Do you think the headquarters sent them to be funny?"

Majestic and smiling.

Yu Qunchao laughed when he found out that Zhuang Yan could not help but laugh.

This kind of made Yu Qunchao feel guilty, because with a solemn smile, he couldn't see what he was thinking.

Later, I turned around and thought about it, what do people think!

Well, in this game, the winner or loser is decided on the field, and it is useless to think about it any more.

He suddenly found that he seemed to have lost a bit psychologically before he even started, and before he knew it, he was led into the pit by Zhuang Yan's giggling and heartless appearance.

In fact, Zhuang Yan was right when he talked to Yan Ming before.

The heights are so cold.

People are like that.

The bigger the fame, the heavier the burden on the shoulders.

Under the fame, it is actually very tiring.

Like Zhuang Yan, no one knows who he is, with two yellow bars on his shoulders like shit.

This kind of title is grabbed by the reserve team, and any one is more dazzling than solemn.

If a person reaches the lowest point, there will be no pressure.

His feet were already bare, but if it was a big deal, his legs would be sawed off. Are you afraid that he would wear shoes?

"Are you two ready? Go up and take your place when you're ready." The old white hair came over and said, "Hurry up, we'll have to stop the exercise later, and there will be activities in the evening!"

This time, Zhuang Yan’s heart skipped a beat.

Whenever the instructor says there is an activity, don't think about the good, it's not good anyway.

"Report to the instructor, I'm ready!" Yu Qunchao was the first to answer.

Zhuang Yan also said, "I'm fine."

Old Baimao waved his hand with the stopwatch: "Get in the car! Whoever wins will compete with Instructor No. 2, and whoever wins Instructor No. 2, I have another grand prize here!"

Jackpot?

The solemn appetite was immediately hung up.

Free training?

Or go straight out?

After getting into the car, he said solemnly to Yu Qunchao with a smile, "Veteran, be merciful later."

Yu Qunchao felt solemn and annoying, and it was not easy to have a seizure.

It's just that I'm really annoying this guy. I'm familiar with him, as if I've known him in a previous life.

"It's alright, alright, there's no mercy, guns don't have eyes, everyone does their best!"

Seeing that Yu Qunchao was impatient, Zhuang Yan was even more happy.

This is what he wants.

Yu Qun surpassed the trouble and benefited him more.

Shooting pays attention to peace of mind, and it will affect more or less if you are upset.

For someone like Yu Qunchao, it's really not good for you to interfere with him in other ways.

But if you stick with him, stick with him, he must be upset.

Speaking of which, solemnity is quite a thief.

Anyway, I had to fight, no matter what, I had to make some face for the "Red Arrow" brigade.

Originally, the thing about winning and losing in the training camp is to be happy. Everyone is having some fun in the boring training, betting on Coke or something.

However, when the old specials from other regions were talking about the "Red Arrows" brigade, they said that the talents of their own troops had withered in the past few years, which sounded piercing.

When everyone made a bet, none of them placed their bets on their own team. They all bet on Instructor No. 2 and Yu Qunchao, and no one was interested in the "Red Arrows" team.

Don't look at Zhuang Yan, who didn't say anything at the time, he was already holding a breath in his stomach, and he had to make these ignorant people lose their glasses.

What's more, he is an unknown pawn, and it doesn't matter if he loses. When he comes up, he will stud with the already famous "North Spear King" and see what he can do.

The two climbed into the car, the driver put the gear on, deliberately stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove forward with a bang.

"Check ammo, reload."

Old Baimao stood behind the two of them, leaning on the carriage board and issued the first password.

Zhuang Yan and Yu Qunchao skillfully loaded the live ammunition magazine, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and then closed the safety.

The truck moves at a constant speed.

Yu Qunchao suddenly noticed that when Zhuang Yan took off the gun, he wrapped the strap around the group's arm.

This tiny movement is puzzling.

The sniper shoots from a standing position. Most of the special forces at that time used the 85 sniper to use the same end-gun method as the rifle.

It's all about practicing and keeping your hands steady.

The old white hair also noticed the solemn little gesture.

He didn't say a word, just glanced.

bang

The truck shook violently.

Into the 30-meter shooting lot.

"Start shooting!"

The old Baimao gave an order, and the hearts of the old peeps who had been staring at the truck with their necks stretched out on the sidelines came into their throats.

Almost at the same time, Zhuang Yan and Yu Qunchao raised their guns at the same time.

Who will win?

A huge question mark popped out in everyone's mind.

Almost at the same time, their guns went off together.

Look at the photo of the scar-faced man who appeared first this time, in the first position from the left.

When the gun rang, the target fell.

It seems to have hit the target.

However, no one saw the precedence.

The old white-haired eyes lit up.

This match seems to be a bit interesting.

Judging from the movement and speed just now, the old white hair felt that the two were evenly matched.

Even he had a hard time telling who shot first.

In time, it is almost the same.

The old guards who watched the game immediately became lively.

"Shoot at the same time?"

"Who shot first?"

"Who hit it first? Has anyone seen it?"

"The guns were fired at the same time."

"No, I heard like Yu Qunchao shot first."

"Fuck! You guys of Divine Sword are too protective of your own people, obviously it's Zhuang Yan! I heard it, Zhuang Yan shot first."

"Come on, I'll see the results later, what's the noise!"

The truck turned around and went back again.

This time it was an automatic rifle.

At this moment, Zhuang Yan has no giggling like before, UU reading www.uukanshu.com his eyes have become sharp and cold, he is standing upright, his body is slightly leaned forward, his waist is slightly arched, like a bow with a drawn string, and like a bow A cheetah that hides in the grass, waiting for an opportunity to prey.

The old white hair has been watching the solemn.

He was not very interested in Yu Qunchao.

The unpopular dark horse will always attract the attention of the audience the most.

Unexpectedly, "Red Arrow" is really talented this year.

This high-ranking soldier is not simple at all.

He saw an unprecedented calmness on Zhuang Yan. This soldier was already in a state of combat, and every pore on his body was exuding a terrible tension, which seemed to burst out at any time.

The first!

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