Chapter 27: Masters like a cloud (please read)

Author: a bayonet

Chapter 27: Masters like a cloud (please read)

"Tenth gun and ten rings!"

As the soldiers who went to check the shooting reported the status of each shot, Battalion Commander Zhang's face became darker and darker, and he understood that he had hit a hard nail.

"Brother Yu, who do you think our company commander, Brother Pinghe, is the best sharpshooter in our company?"

Wu Wanli listened to the sound of ten rings. Originally, he respected Wu Qianli the most, but when he saw Pinghe's results, he suddenly took a breath and felt a little shaken.

"Hey, brat, so you've never seen the world, right? A target that doesn't move like this, and can still shoot well in place."

"Not to mention Pinghe, even if it were me, I would probably get an average score of eight rings. It's just a joke. Don't blink. It's just an appetizer now."

Yu Congrong was also quite envious of Ping He's superb marksmanship, and nodded slightly.

"No fucking way, I will have to pester Brother Pinghe and ask him to teach me a few tricks."

Wu Wanli secretly made up his mind. He just felt that he was a bit too rough when throwing grenades before. He would be cool if he shot a child with one shot.

"The seventh interleaving company is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, huh, but I am not a vegetarian either."

Battalion Commander Zhang glanced at Pinghe, nodded slightly, picked up his gun, aimed at the target and started shooting.

However, since Ping He had such a good result in front of him, he could only shoot carefully. After taking one shot, he took good aim and continued shooting.

With such slow shooting, he scored six ten-rings, two nine-rings, and two nine-point-fives in a row.

However, when Commander Zhang put away his gun, he didn't feel discouraged at all. Instead, he patted Zhang Taofang on the shoulder with expectation and whispered to him.

"It's okay, kid. The marksmanship skills of commanders like me and Company Commander Wu are generally not the best in the army."

"What he sent should be the highest strength of their seventh interleaved company. He may not be as good as me, so the next step is up to you."

After saying that, Battalion Commander Zhang glanced meaningfully at Wu Qianli, nodded with some good feelings about himself, and gave up his position for Zhang Taofang to play.

"This is just a challenge, isn't it just for fun? Why does Battalion Commander Zhang look so serious?"

Zhang Taofang scratched the back of her head, looked at the ten targets in front of her, and raised the Mosin-Nagant rifle in her hand.

Subsequently, although he was aiming accurately with every shot he fired, it only took a few tenths of a second for bullets to spurt out from the muzzle.

To an outsider, it looked as if Zhang Taofang had no aim at all and was just pouring out ammunition indiscriminately. Battalion Commander Zhang looked a little flustered.

"Brother Zhang, please be careful..."

"boom--"

"You'd better aim and hit..."

"boom--"

Battalion Commander Zhang was just about to speak in a low voice to persuade, but the rapid sound of gunfire interrupted his words. He simply closed his mouth, raised his hands, and quietly watched Zhang Taofang's performance.

"Don't worry, Battalion Commander Zhang is a target like this. If you have to be careful, then you simply don't want to be a soldier."

When the ten quick shots were fired, Zhang Taofang wiped the muzzle of his gun like a normal person and said with absolute certainty in his heart.

However, the outspoken Zhang Taofang did not realize how much harm her sudden words would do to Camp Commander Zhang who was only in his forties.

Battalion Commander Zhang opened his mouth, his head full of black lines, and wanted to retort, but in the end he sighed and did not say anything.

However, when the soldiers who went to check the condition of the target came back and reported the situation of each ring, Battalion Commander Zhang's eyebrows instantly relaxed, and there was a hint of amazement in Zhang Taofang's eyes.

"First shot, ten rings!"

"Second shot, ten rings!"

"Third shot, ten rings!"

"..."

"Tenth shot, tenth ring!"

Zhang Taofang's seemingly random shooting actually scored ten ten rings.

Even Pinghe, the number one sharpshooter of the 7th interleaved company, was defeated, and everyone present couldn't help but take a breath.

Pinghe, who was sitting on the side with his eyes slightly closed, also opened his eyes and carefully looked at the sharpshooter again, and couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart.

"Brother Yu, will we lose if this continues? Why don't we go back and report a message first and hide the cans? After all, we have to pay for it with our lives."

Wu Wanli was a little shocked when he saw the ten rings in a row. He immediately looked at Yu Congrong with the thoughts of a small farmer and whispered.

"Hey, you kid has a crazy head and thinks about these little advantages all day long."

"I don't think this is necessary. Even the company commander's marksmanship is afraid that these standing targets will fail."

"Since you don't believe in the company commander as much as you do, why don't we make a bet."

"I bet that our company commander will not only win, but also be able to stabilize the opponent's side. If we lose, you can wash my socks for me. If you win, I will wash them for you."

Yu Congrong suddenly thought of something, patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder and laughed.

"Bah, I won't bet. Just those socks of yours. After washing them, I guess you won't be able to sleep for three days and three nights."

When he thought of Yu Congrong's smelly big feet, Wu Wanli felt a physical nausea, and simply took two steps away from Yu Congrong before continuing to watch the sparring.

"What's so strange about this? For a sharpshooter like Zhang Taofang, hitting these targets is just a joke, isn't it?"

"But after all, he entered the court earlier, but he doesn't know how strong Zhang Taofang is, who is two years younger..."

Wu Qianli murmured and looked at Zhang Taofang, with a fighting spirit in his heart. He just wanted to compete with this fighting hero to see who was the most accurate.

"Company Commander Wu, please don't let me, but I do want to taste what it feels like to eat canned luncheon meat from the US military, hehe..."

Zhang Taofang, who is only about 20 years old, is obviously young and energetic, and her eyes are sharp.

He didn't mean any harm, but it was within the rules to say a few innocuous words to provoke his opponent.

"Hahaha, Captain Wu, let's see your performance next. Teach this kid Zhang Taofang a lesson and let him remember a little longer, so that he won't be so crazy."

Camp Commander Zhang said this, but he didn't think Wu Qianli could overwhelm Zhang Taofang's record.

After all, ten ten rings cannot be surpassed no matter what. Even if the team as a whole wins a little bit and gets some cigarettes and alcohol, then he has regained his face.

After taking in everyone's performance, Wu Qianli raised the corners of his mouth slightly and couldn't help but laugh. Then he said something that no one expected.

"If you hit fifty meters, you're not bullying our battalion commander Zhang. Why don't I hit it one hundred and fifty meters?"
Chapter completed!