Li Xiaole calmly held the Type 95 rifle and lay on the ground, dangdangdangdang~5 guns went out, four ten rings and one nine rings.

All the people who heard the shooting report this result were stunned when they heard the shooting report. This shooting is not a physical fitness test. There is no trick in shooting. Every sharpshooter is fed by boxes of bullets. You say that a person has the talent for shooting and has never fired a gun. He can shoot ten rings in the shooting range of the field troops. That is what it feels like is accidental. Five shots and four ten rings are definitely not explained by luck!!

The instructor at the shooting range who was unable to lift his energy was immediately excited when he heard this result. He pulled someone and asked, "Where was that soldier transferred here? Why haven't he seen him? Called that soldier over!"

"Instructor, that's not a soldier, but a director of the crew." The person next to him answered, which surprised the shooting range instructor and turned out to be extremely disappointed, and sighed: "This is not our soldier~ I thought I had finally found a good seedling~"

"What? Director Li played 49 rings? Did I hear it wrong?" "Damn... Director Li just kept a hand, this is more than nothing~" Several of the crew's last performances with good training scores collapsed instantly. The string that was tightly placed in their minds for several dozen people during this period finally broke and they fell to the ground in a row.

"Is there still hope?" Wen Zhang asked the tweezing fare beside him with a stiff expression, and he still had a sense of luck in his heart.

"I don't think it's a chance... At this distance, as long as your hand is unstable, it will be off the target. I guess it will take at least another month to get on the target...." Tweezing far away carried the neutral 95 rifle, and tried it for a long time but couldn't stabilize the sight. His hands were always slightly trembling. This was definitely not something that sports talent could make up for, but it was necessary to work hard to practice.

"This director is so terrifying. I didn't expect him to have this trick..." Wen Zhang looked at Li Xiaole, who was sitting not far away and chatting with Lan Xiaolong, and cursed hatefully.

"He seems not as big as us, why would he shoot? Have you ever been a soldier before, but he doesn't look like it?" Tweezing his head, why can't he figure out how he plays a gun if he hasn't been a soldier? Can South Korea play a gun? I haven't heard of it...

"You must have been a soldier, you must have been a soldier~!" Lan Xiaolong asked with his eyes bulging and grabbed Li Xiaole's sleeves relentlessly. He felt that he had been buried in the pit by Li Xiaole from the beginning, and this was completely arranged by him!!

"No~ I'm really not, I'm lucky, I'm really lucky~" Li Xiaole shook his head repeatedly, refused to admit it, and spread his palms to Lan Xiaolong's barely: "Look, my palms are not cocooned, as if I have been a soldier and robbed?"

But Lan Xiaolong didn't believe it. He reached out from Li Xiaole's neck in front of everyone and touched his shoulders. He really didn't find any muscle lumps left by rifle shooting. Then he looked at Li Xiaole with wide eyes. Five shots were all lucky? This is definitely the luck of winning the Mark Six lottery?

This ambiguous scene made everyone stun their tongues. Are screenwriter Lan and director Li a mortal enemy... What's the situation now? Is this happy enemy twisting every day and twisting their feelings? Everyone watched Lan Xiaoye reach into Li Xiaole's clothes and touching her goosebumps all over the floor. They thought to themselves, this soldier who has been in the army for a long time can't even see the mosquitoes. Director Li is so handsome, I'm afraid that she will be targeted by this perverted screenwriter Lan. Thinking of this, everyone is even more afraid of this screenwriter Lan...

However, what surprised everyone was that Li Xiaole's magic this day did not continue. His results in the next two days were just above average. It seemed that the magical 49 ring that day was really just luck, but even so, after all, he beat everyone and finally won the first place in the "Little White-faced New Recruitment Company" training, which made everyone feel regretful.

But everyone felt strange that although they failed to win Director Li and got a long-term contract with him, the actors were not optimistic about the work "Soldier Assault", and suddenly they felt that they could act well in this drama, not only could they act well, but they also felt that they were the ones who were the ones who were not very optimistic about it.

Whether it is Wen Zhang, the backbone of the Central Academy of Arts in the Essentials, or the actors who came from Lao Wu, they all seem to feel restless in their hearts, as if there is a voice in their minds saying to themselves, if I can play well, I will definitely play well, I am the soldier of the Seventh Company of the Steel! This role is made for me~~

Finally, a month of special training ended. Li Xiaole asked the logistics team to prepare food and transported all kinds of dishes, hamburgers, barbecues, pasta, and seafood from the city. He celebrated the successful end of the special training in the evening and also held a formal opening ceremony.

While everyone was in high spirits and was waiting for the celebration to begin, only Lan Xiaolong was disgusted with the actors who were too loose in their hearts, so he asked his comrades to drive all the tanks and armored vehicles to the dinner scene and gathered them to alert them to tighten the strings. This is the military camp, so don't be drunk like last time.

Who is Li Xiaole? Of course, he saw his intention and was not to be outdone. Lao Jiangtou also organized personnel to move all the cameras, lights and blowers to the scene, and placed them neatly opposite the tanks, with no awesomeness inferior to them at all.

"Director Li, I hope we can have a happy cooperation after the filming is turned on." Lan Xiaolong stood up seriously and saluted straight. The famous soldiers behind him who admired the filming and cooperated with the filming also saluted with great momentum.

The crew obviously felt it, and a pressure came to their faces, thinking that this damn Screenwriter Lan is too perverted. It was obviously a celebration party, so why are you doing so serious?

"Old Jiang." Li Xiaole clapped his hands, and then Lao Jiangtou stood up, walked behind the camera, turned on the radio instrument, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Everyone, be ready~ Turn on the radio~ Everyone is silent~"

The crew of more than 100 people laughing and laughing, almost at the same time, and the noisy scene immediately became quiet.

Lan Xiaolong and a group of soldiers were surprised to find that everyone in the crew was staring at Li Xiaole. Everything on the scene was condensed, silent without any noise, and they could even hear each other's breathing.

The silent oath of the opening ceremony...the sacredness and solemnity displayed is no less than the discipline shown by these elite soldiers.

A row of silent soldiers looked at a row of equally silent actors. Lan Xiaolong and the others respected the crew for the first time. They seemed to understand now that although these people in front of them were not soldiers, they were also the best and most faithful people in their own field.

Looking at the silent people on both sides, Li Xiaole did not shout "Start up" as usual, but turned his eyes to Wang Baoqiang and shouted the order:

"Xu Sanduo, leave the list."

Wang Baoqiang immediately jumped up instinctively, stepped out of the line, stood attentively, and rested.

"Xu Sanduo, crawl forward." Li Xiaole shouted softly again.

Wang Baoqiang was staring at the two rows of silent people, lying on the ground very seriously, his eyes staring forward like fire was spewing out, and crawling forward in a standard posture.

"Successful, hide~ ready to shoot." Li Xiaole turned his head and shouted again.

Tweezers almost naturally reacted, took out the Type 85 sniper rifle placed on the hem of the dining table, and lay on the ground to aim and shoot.

Faced with Wang Baoqiang, the sudden order, without any doubt, and cooperated with the execution. After practicing for so long, they had accumulated countless ways of Xu Sanduo and becoming a talented person. They had already felt that they could not help but act happily. Seeing Xu Sanduo crawling on the ground, and lying on the ground, two words were written on their two dark faces - "Exciting"

"Seventh Company, enemy air strikes, hide~" Li Xiaole suddenly shouted.

Just look at the dozens of actors sitting together, picking up their guns from their hands at the same time, finding various evasive corners to hide, and there was no one in an instant.

Logically speaking, a group of actors actually played this kind of game. This was a very funny scene, but no one laughed, because the scene felt the spirit of these silent people. They were lying on the ground and just holding prop guns toward this side, which made Lan Xiaolong and other real soldiers feel a murderous aura. These people have...he has mixed the characters into their blood.

There seems to be no "little white-faced recruit company" from the Central Academy of Drama here, only the "Seventh Company" made of iron and blood.

"Are they like soldiers?" Li Xiaole walked to Lan Xiaolong, pointed to Wang Baoqiang who was crawling on the ground, and asked him expressionlessly. When Lan Xiaolong saw Wang Baoqiang's reaction on the first day, he still remembered it vividly. Baoqiang is a simple person, and Lan Xiaolong's words made him not sleep well for several nights, which made Li Xiaole always worried. After one month of training, he wanted to show Lan Xiaolong what kind of people these actors were.

"It looks like... it looks like... but it doesn't look like it." Lan Xiaolong was already shocked by the scene at this moment. He never thought that as a real soldier, he would be shocked by a group of actors who play soldiers.

He knew what Li Xiaole did. Li Xiaole held this group of people for a month, keeping them away from the camera and real life, and not talking about anything related to performance with them. These actors had been thinking about the roles for a whole month, so Li Xiaole called their character's name, and each of them was as excited as if they were to leave the gate. They were not acting, but enjoying themselves and living with the character.

Even though he knew that all this was Li Xiaole's way of controlling the actors, Kelan Xiaolong was still shocked.

Lan Xiaolong felt very angry now. He could no longer figure out whether the people in front of him were actors or the real Gangqi Company. As a screenwriter, he had to maintain his independent thinking, but now he could no longer remember the faces of Xu Sanduo, Chengcai, and even those in his mind.
Chapter completed!