The Earth People are so Fierce

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"Oops, will Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran be tested together? Will they be disturbed?"

"Surely, although the two have different shooting ranges, but the other party's every move and achievements are clearly seen. Meng Chao's mentality must be affected, and it may break down."

"Meng Chao is so stupid, he should study the rules of the exam carefully, and figure out that the firearm test is divided into two groups, sorted according to the first two scores. Since his boxing strength and speed are so great, he should retain his strength and take a whole class just now. Third or fourth, you can avoid Zuo Haoran."

The students were secretly anxious.

Some people are also whimsical: "Will Meng Chao's state and luck go against the sky today and shoot super high scores?"

With such hope, most of them are at the rear of the class crane and have no intention of taking the undergraduate exam.

The top ten of the class sneered.

"It's impossible. The firearm test is not just firing one shot, but assembling three firearms yourself, then ten rounds of pistols, twenty rounds of rifles, thirty shellless assault rounds dedicated to submachine guns, firing ten fixed targets and With ten moving targets, one shot and two shots are good luck. How could it be possible to have good luck with guns?"

"The fixed target can bet on luck, but the moving target score is three to five times that of the fixed target. It completely simulates the speed of the monster and the trajectory of movement. Each target only appears for a few seconds. The speed is extremely fast and erratic. , How to bet on luck?"

"Normally, the live-fire shooting class in the school doesn't teach us how to shoot moving targets, but Zuo Haoran in the "Falcon Firearms Club" is specialized in moving targets. How can this be compared?"

The tail of the crane was still unconvinced: "Isn't there a "gold target" whose score is ten times higher than the ordinary target?"

The masters of firearms in the class all smiled: "The golden target is the last of the twenty targets, and it is also the smallest, farthest, with the fastest moving speed, and the weirdest trajectory. The fist-sized target is 50 meters away. It runs faster than the monster. It only appears for one second. It needs to be predicted in advance. Unless the shooting, gun feel and nerve reaction speed have reached'perfect', who can hit? Even Zuo Haoran can't hit. Not even wasting bullets on the golden target!"

The tail of the crane deflated: "Isn't that hopeless?"

The gun expert sighed: "It wasn't originally. I just hope that Meng Chao can show his style and defeat himself."

"Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!" the teacher instructor called a second time.

In the discussion of the students, the two stepped forward.

"Meng Chao, wait."

The head teacher suddenly came over, pressed his shoulders, and whispered, "Put down the ridiculous battle of enthusiasm, the most important thing for you now is to enter the second level of the undergraduate course. The marksmanship is not as normal as Zuo Haoran. Collapsed, the guns missed the target, no matter how good the previous results were!

"Cough."

The invigilator coughed twice.

Meng Chao nodded: "Teacher Wang, I will do my best."

"That's good, hold on, try to suppress the miss rate below 30%, and there is hope to rush to the next level!"

The head teacher waved his fist, smiled at the invigilator again, and backed away.

Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran stood on their respective shooting positions.

The long table in front is filled with mixed parts.

Parts of pistols, rifles and submachine guns piled up into a hill.

The two looked at each other.

The sarcasm in Zuo Haoran's eyes was as strong as fire, as if to burn Meng Chao to ashes.

Meng Chao's eyes were a little loose, as if he was not focused.

No way, the corner of the eye always jumps out of the information, and the side effect of getting the contribution value is erratic eyes, like ignoring others.

Found that he was ignored, Zuo Haoran was angered.

"drop!"

The invigilator teacher pressed the timer, and the two of them stood at the end of the long target lane and raised ten fixed targets respectively.

Ten fixed targets will exist for three minutes. Candidates must complete the assembly of three firearms within three minutes in order to shoot fixed targets with ease.

The rules do not limit how many fixed targets a candidate must shoot. If you have absolute confidence in your marksmanship, it doesn't matter if you don't shoot a fixed target, you can shoot all moving targets.

After all, the score of a moving target is three to five times that of a fixed target, or even more than ten times.

But no candidate will be so stupid. The marksmanship of high school students is still very young. The fixed target is the big head they can nibble. Can the moving target only be counted one by one.

"Click click, click click!"

Zuo Haoran's fingertips heard a frustrated assembly of parts.

Every day after school training in the firearms club, he has long been familiar with the Longcheng military's standard firearms, his movements are flowing, there are no omissions and redundancy.

Even the students who questioned Zuo Haoran's character had to admit that it was a pleasure to watch him form a gun.

The instructor is even more excited about his nephew's outstanding performance and can not hold his mouth closed.

Yan Motou also looked at the following table: "Zuo Haoran's group gun speed is 10% faster, catching up with most of the rocket class students. Sure enough, marksmanship is his strongest point."

Compared with the gorgeousness of Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao is much more low-key.

It's not too slow. It's just the standard of ordinary high school students. One eye at a time, you have to stop and think about it from time to time, or carefully touch a part, close your eyes halfway, I don't know what is coming in your mind.

Everyone is anxious, and because of the discipline of the examination room, they cannot be urged or encouraged.

What's more, Meng Chao's performance today is much better than usual firearms class.

He has surpassed himself, what else can everyone expect?

"Okay, hold on." The head teacher was relieved.

That's right. Whatever the competition is, the children really talk, but what about Zuo Haoran, without hindering you from taking the undergraduate exam!

Instead, Principal Sun sitting in the corner, as if taking a nap, suddenly opened Mung Bean's small eyes and swept the gun.

Not Zuo Haoran, but Meng Chao.

For only half a second, the loose eyelids drooped down.

"Very good, good."

The old heavy artillery, today's shrivelled old man, took a nap again.

"Boom!"

Just one minute after the exam started, Zuo Haoran completed the assembly of three firearms, whirlwinding out ten pistol rounds and thirty submachine gun rounds.

Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings! Forty rounds of bullets, good examples, the gun ring bitten the middle ring, it is perfect!

The students couldn't help covering their mouths and swallowed back the exclamation.

At this time, Meng Chao also completed the assembly and started shooting.

It's a pity that time has passed more than two minutes.

He was obviously disturbed by Zuo Haoran's perfect performance. Although the movements were fairly coordinated and the accuracy was not bad, he made one of the most serious mistakes.

"He used a semi-automatic rifle?" the students whispered.

Generally speaking, when a firearm expert shoots a fixed target, he will use a pistol and a submachine gun.

The pistol has a short range and the submachine gun's accuracy is not high. It is just used to get the basic points on a fixed target.

Equipped with optical sights, the semi-automatic rifle with the highest accuracy is used to score high on the moving target.

This is a classic strategy, which is what Zuo Haoran does.

After Meng Chao shot the empty pistol, he seemed to be in a hurry, but he picked up the semi-automatic rifle and shot it regardless.

Although the results were good, he was blinded to twelve, three, ten rings, and it was not much different from Zuo Haoran.

But then, use the submachine gun to hit the erratic moving target?

The picture was so beautiful, the students looked at each other, and a big, shiny duck egg appeared in front of them.

"No, I guess Meng Chao's strategy is to completely abandon the moving target, and all the bullets are shot on the fixed target, which can also score a lot of points."

"This is also the case. Many students with weak marksmanship will give up moving targets, but, bad, he just set up the gun too slowly, and no time!"

"Then hurry up, what's the point of sweeping, what are you doing silly?"

The classmates were so anxious that they fired their eyes, and they wished to go up and shoot him.

Meng Chao was indifferent, just holding a submachine gun, waiting blankly for the countdown to return to zero.

"Drip", time is up, all the fixed targets have fallen.

Ten seconds later, it was a moving target shot.

Meng Chao also has 30 rounds of assault bombs for submachine guns, and Zuo Haoran also has 20 rounds of semi-automatic rifle rounds.

The former has fierce firepower, low precision, and strong recoil, which is extremely difficult to control. The latter is designed for precise shooting.

The students couldn't help but make a huge sigh.

The head teacher stomped on his feet, how can this child be exaggerated?

"This Meng Chao classmate, the mentality is not very stable."

The instructor said, "He is the student who finds his way to the sidelines and trains himself to the hospital. His character is too extreme, and the future path may be difficult."

Yan Mo head stared at Meng Chao, but fell into contemplation, a big suspicious expression appeared on Hei Chancan's big face.

"Principal?" Yan Motou leaned close to the shrivelled old man.

"Well, ah? It's pretty good, pretty good." Principal Sun was awakened by him, nodded with a smile, and closed his eyes again.

Ten seconds passed quickly.

Uh, uh, uh, uh!

In front of the two candidates, the ghostly moving targets rose one after another, moving madly and irregularly.

Everyone held their breath.

Zuo Haoran also had a solemn face, wrapped the gun belt around his arm, a standard triangular stance, shooting slowly and slowly.

Sihuan! Five rings! Three rings! Seven rings!

His mobile target score is not as good as the fixed target, but it is far beyond the limit of most students.

Each moving target that hits the edge of the target has a higher score than the ten rings in the fixed target.

In contrast, Meng Chao took a posture that no one had seen before, and fired several shots. A small half of the bullet missed the target. Even if the target was bitten, it only hit the third ring or less, and the gap with Zuo Haoran widened.

Jiuhuan!

Zuo Haoran’s last bullet hit a surprisingly good result. He closed his gun expressionlessly and showed the proctor teacher the magazines and magazines of the three firearms. He took two steps back and turned to the end before his face appeared. A little scent of taste.

"Very good, squad leader of class 6, very good!" The instructor laughed.

"Classmate Zuo Haoran, well done." The class teacher also congratulated in a complicated mood.

But I said in your heart that your kid is too good. This kind of fight completely defeats the mentality of the classmates. Our class may have one less undergraduate. What is it that is so aggressive?

Indeed, Meng Chao seemed to be stunned by Zuo Haoran's achievements, and stood still.

Some people saw that he closed his eyes, letting targets pass by.

"This is... completely abandoned?" The students looked at each other.

As time goes by, the moving target in the back becomes smaller and faster, and since it can miss the target in the front, it is impossible to hit the back.

"Mantis is a car, not self-restrained." Zuo Haoran sneered in his heart.

Just then, at the end of the target lane, a flash of gold flashed past.

The last target, a golden target with a high score, appears.

This is equivalent to an additional question for the college entrance examination, and most students never thought of playing it.

Even Zuo Haoran just hit seven moving targets, and the last three gave up.

But Meng Chao was at this moment, no, it should be said that the moment before the golden target appeared, he suddenly opened his eyes.