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Gao Xiaoyang's squad leader is a sharp shooter.

When Gao Xiaoyang's talent in shooting was beginning to emerge, his old squad leader who had participated in military competitions often boasted about his experience in the competition in the past when chatting between training sessions.

He said the scariest part of the game is when you play against a real master.

Whenever he talks about this, the squad leader will be ecstatic, smoking a cigarette, half-closing his eyes, as if time and space travel back to the glory days of the past, half-truth and half-exaggeration: "You guys...you really never tried to be a master. The feeling of standing beside you..."

Gao Xiaoyang always felt that the squad leader was bragging.

What does it feel like to be an expert standing beside you?

This is not the world of martial arts novels. Is it still like what those books say, you can feel the aura formed by internal force after you approach?

Bullshit!

Gao Xiaoyang has never been a soldier who absolutely believes in authority.

He dared to challenge others, even veterans.

In the first year, when I was a private soldier, no one would have thought that I would stand out in the division competition.

In the second year, no one thought that he would win the second place in the group army competition.

In those games, which one wasn't against some awesome veterans?

But not once did I feel any bird aura.

Therefore, he felt that the old monitor was deceiving himself, and he was just bragging in front of the new recruits.

The mouth of a veteran, the water of the sea.

The old saying is right, veterans like to babble and scare the recruits into a stunned moment, so as to show their authority.

However, this time Gao Xiaoyang suddenly felt that his old monitor didn't lie to him...

He really felt the pressure.

Although he never glanced in the solemn direction, not even a glance.

But he did feel the solemn aura.

Like a huge wave swept in, like a destructive force, unstoppable.

Zhuang Yan has already reached the 400-meter shooting point.

In the last few meters, he quickly took off the 81-1 automatic rifle on his back, and then quickly fell down. Almost at the same time as he fell down, he slammed the new magazine into the card shoot, replaced it instantly, and then opened the safety and skillfully Load the bullet.

bah—

In less than three seconds, the first bullet was fired.

Godly speed!

The audience behind the shooting ground broke out in low voices of discussion.

Everyone thought it was incredible.

The previous fastest player also took five seconds to shoot.

After all, I just ran 200 meters, and I want to shoot a half-length target at a distance of 400 meters. I only use the mechanical sights of the 81-1 automatic rifle. It takes time to repair the wind, aim, and correct errors. How can it be so fast? ?

In fact, no matter how others see it, Zhuang Yan has no feeling at all now.

He also didn't know how long it was when he first launched.

No time to count these.

Now, he is a world without people.

In this world, there are only goals, only those goals that you want to hit.

Zhuang Yan is enjoying this process, and every time he pulls the trigger, there is an inexplicable sense of refreshment!

"Look! I'm right!" Sun Hongjian pointed to the arena mercilessly again, "Obviously, Zhuang Yan is slightly better!"

This time, Chen Xiaobo did not immediately refute Sun Hongjian.

Because he also saw clues.

For Gao Xiaoyang, when he demonstrated the 600-meter sniper chest ring target in front of everyone on the first day, Chen Xiaobo himself had already made a mistake.

I thought it would cause psychological pressure on the team members of the brothers, but I didn't expect to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway, and the solemnity of the 1st division appeared.

This is like raising a Gu, if it is raised, it will be used by you, and if it is raised, it will directly counterattack.

Gao Xiaoyang was detained as a "quasi-champion" from the very beginning. For himself, this competition must not be lost and must be won.

The desire to win is too much, but it is harmed by it.

On the other hand, Zhuang Yan was only a second-year soldier, but he didn't have the pressure to win the championship. Even Zhuang Yan felt that he had already completed his mission to get the top ten before he came.

Even getting any of the top three rankings is just the icing on the cake for Zhuang Yan.

So, an unstressed new-born calf rank and file, a well-known veteran sergeant with a lot of burdens.

The mentality of the two is not on the same level at all.

The three rounds were quickly fired, and the insurance was closed solemnly, and the attack continued for 100 meters.

Arrived at 300 meters, he proficiently fell down, and then loaded the drum with live ammunition on the 81-1 light machine gun.

The target on the opposite side has been ejected.

Aim solemnly at the long and narrow perforating target and start shooting.

Da da da-

After the first set of shots, the loess behind the perforating target splashed.

The audience screamed again.

"Up! It's all up again!"

Zhuang Yan tightened his grip on the gun, except for the sight gap, which was the perforating target.

It seems that the target is an enemy's bunker, and the opponent must be eliminated and suppressed immediately before his comrades can complete the impact.

Da da da-

Da da da-

After the remaining two bursts ended, Zhuang Yan turned off the safety and got up, and continued to charge with the Type 81-1 automatic rifle.

Breathing started to get a little short.

Running all the way, my heart began to pound, pumping blood continuously.

200 meters, humanoid crawling target, shooting posture: kneeling posture.

Zhuang Yan knelt down on one knee in front of the shooting point, and almost at the same time he knelt down, he went through a quick magazine change procedure.

Snapped-

click—

With two crisp magazine strikes, the new magazine has been loaded on the gun, and the bolt is immediately pulled to load the bullet.

The creeping target starts moving at a constant speed in the distance.

blah blah-

blah blah-

The target had just walked five meters, and the bullet had already arrived.

Two consecutive bursts leave six black marks on the target.

When the target fell to the ground, Zhuang Yan had already got up and continued to run.

"Perfect! Perfect!"

In the distance, Zhang Dabao couldn't hold back his excitement any longer.

In his opinion, Zhuang Yan's performance today is really ideal! Totally exceeded my expectations!

Han Zibo couldn't help nodding, and the sergeant Zhang Zhiang next to him suddenly said, "Comrade Han, do you like this soldier? This kid is very talented in gun control and has high stability."

Han boasted that he didn't answer. After all, Zhang Dapao was on the side. No matter whether he finally decided to take Zhuang Yan or not, he didn't want to fight with the battalion commander on the spot.

However, my heart is like a clear mirror, yes, this soldier must be settled!

In this group, only Chen Xiaobo remained silent, his face became more and more ugly.

Gao Xiaoyang was clearly behind the solemn set of ammunition.

There are still three sets of shots to come, and the chances of pulling back the situation are getting fewer and fewer.

For the 150-meter sideways running target, Zhuang Yan still managed to capture the target.

Sun Hongjian couldn't help but smile and said, "Fuck! This kid is having a blast!"

Han proudly nodded and said: "Well, Zhuang Yan has completely entered a state of no-self. Now in his entire world, he is the only one, and other than that, it is his goal, and there is nothing else."

While several people were discussing, Zhuang Yan had already entered the 100-meter shooting range.

From a distance, he was standing in front of the firing line, pulling a gas mask from the bag with one hand.

The most error-prone point in the whole shooting has arrived - shooting with a gas mask.

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