At the end of April, the temperature in the suburbs of Beijing was not high, and it was already dusk.

Under the setting sun, the dark outline of the distant mountains was plated with a golden edge, the ridges were horizontal to the horizon, and the ground was dazzling golden everywhere.

Standing solemnly in the car, his mind was spinning fast, he was facing a difficult choice.

how to spell?

How to win?

Before, he had seen the contest between Instructor No. 2 and Lieutenant Cui Weinan.

To be honest, Zhuang Yan knew very well how much he had in shooting.

If it was said that he was able to compete with Yu Qunchao before because they were still very close to each other, now facing Instructor No. 2, what he felt was a clear gap in standards and a gap in experience.

This guy is not disturbed by solemnity in the slightest.

It's almost useless to play with him.

Instructor No. 2 has no oil and salt, just like a steel plate, there is no place for you to insert pins.

The truck starts low, the driver shifts into gear, and starts moving at a constant speed.

Zhuang Yan's mind was still spinning sharply, and there was no answer to the question.

How are you going to fight yourself? How to win?

Instructor No. 2 can see at a glance that he is a professional soldier. He doesn't know what kind of training he has received, or what kind of experience he has.

But one thing, this person definitely has practical experience.

There's a murderous aura on me, I can smell it.

It's that simple.

This is the scariest place.

In terms of talent, I am not afraid of solemnity; but in terms of experience, I am inferior to the No. 2 instructor, Jiutiaojie.

Some things can be made up for through hard work, and some things can't, and can only be accumulated slowly.

Suddenly, a sunset shot from a distant mountain pass was reflected on the solemn face.

A clever move, solemnly crossed his heart.

Fight!

He decided to go all out and become a gambler.

The car was getting closer and closer to the 30-meter dirt road where the shooting started, and everyone on the sidelines held their breath.

This game is so attractive.

Old Baimao seemed a little nervous when he saw Zhuang Yan, and suddenly said, "Don't be nervous, your No. 2 instructor is not the most powerful, don't worry, challenge him boldly, don't be under pressure."

Instructor No. 2 turned his head, glanced at the old white hair, and smiled.

This half-joking remark made Zhuang Yan feel relieved.

"Prepare!"

As soon as the old white hair finished speaking, the carriage shook a little.

Zhuang Yan immediately wrapped the 85 Spy's sling around his left arm, tightened the strap, and prepared to raise his gun.

The old white hair noticed this action.

Actually this is a little trick.

Holding the handguard directly is more stable than wrapping the arm around the arm with a strap, especially a two-point strap like the 85 sniper, which makes it easier to increase the stability of the gun.

This kid doesn't seem to be delayed under Han Zizheng's subordinates, but he has learned a little to learn.

"Start shooting!"

The old-fashioned order.

The same target speed.

Three targets were raised behind a low wall 200 meters away.

The eyes of all the veterans on the sidelines lit up, staring at the truck, and some people raised them to observe the target position in the distance.

bah—

The gun went off.

The iron target fell to the ground.

No sync this time.

One shot and the other didn't.

Almost everyone had a huge exclamation point popping out of their minds at the same time - how fast!

How could it be so fast! ?

As soon as the target was raised and in place, it was hit.

No matter how fast the shooting is, there is also a search process.

The order of the three targets is not fixed and changes every time.

After raising the gun, it is customary to quickly search, judge, and lock in the field of vision before shooting.

But the gun just now was beyond the normal range of firing speed.

That kind of speed is only possible when the gun is fired almost immediately after raising the hand.

Stop searching?

No need to stabilize the sight?

Incredible!

A few seconds later, a cheer suddenly erupted from the old special who was watching the battle.

It was Su Huikai's voice, that loud voice that anyone could hear without looking at it.

"Zhuang Yan won! Damn it! Zhuang Yan won! Hahahahaha! This **** Zhuangyan won!"

He turned around as if he was insane, looked at Yan Ming, looked at Serenity, and looked at Cui Weinan.

The latter three were equally dumbfounded.

is it possible?

Are you dreaming?

Cui Weinan couldn't help pinching his thigh.

Fortunately, I am conscious, not dreaming.

There is nothing to describe the excitement of the big man Su Huikai at this moment.

Can you just not brush that **** potty?

Can you and Zhuang Yan lie next to the squat pit in the bathroom every Sunday when others clean up the housekeeping and clean up such disgusting "residues" with a brush?

Can you slap the instructors with strength?

So cool!

In order to vent the excitement in her chest that was swollen to the point of explosion, Su Huikai simply hugged Serenity next to her, lifted him up, and turned it around three times before placing it back on the ground.

"North Gun King" Yu Qunchao's face was solemn, and he stared at the solemnity in the carriage.

How did he do that?

When he was shooting against himself before, his speed was not that fast!

If it was said that competing with me before was a solemn limit, then the current level has been at least doubled.

With such a level of solemnity, why didn't he kill himself in seconds just now?

Hidden strength needs this?

No matter what the mentality of the people outside the venue was, a layer of cold sweat was already on the solemn forehead in the car.

Only he knows what happened.

Instructor No. 2 did not speak, and silently pulled out the live ammunition magazine and put it back into the special belt.

He gave Zhuang Yan a thumbs up, "Boy, you are cruel enough!"

Old Bai Mao looked at Zhuang Yan with interest, and said to Instructor No. 2, "Why am I a little impulsive and want to bring this kid to our team?"

Instructor No. 2 said, "We're out of place."

The old white hair smiled and said, "Yes, but I really like this kid."

He turned to Zhuang Yan again and said, "On the battlefield, your cleverness is useless, you are fine to speculate on the field, remember, in the game, when you meet opponents with disparity in strength, you can do this, and when it comes to actual combat, at least I suggest you You have to be cautious, but I don't object to you being a gambler, after all, anything can happen in actual combat."

Instructor No. 2 said, "It's useless to tell him this, he's still tender."

Zhuang Yan's face was already flushed red.

Because of his little tricks, the old white hair saw through.

Fortunately, the old white hair did not object to his actions, which surprised Zhuang Yan.

I thought I would be criticized, but it didn't.

It seems that these instructors are different from the instructors who usually encounter any troops.

The old white hair looked outside the car and reminded, "Get ready, get ready for the automatic rifle section."

Zhuang Yan and Instructor No. 2 quickly started changing guns and ammunition.

The old white hair asked again, "Boy~lightnovelpub.net~ Are you still going to gamble?"

The solemnly loaded hand paused on the Type 95 automatic rifle.

"bet."

He raised his head, looked at the old white hair, and said unabashedly, "Otherwise, I can't win Instructor No. 2."

"Okay! Kind of!" The old white hair nodded slightly and turned to Instructor No. 2, "What do you do?"

"Cold salad." Instructor No. 2 said expressionlessly, "Let's bet together!"

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