"Report!" The soldiers leading Ma Xingkong stood outside the shooting range and shouted to a tall man wearing riding boots and holding a whip in his hand.
The man suddenly turned his head, his eyes like arrows, and immediately focused on Ma Xingkong. The man was very tall, with a big Chinese character face, a thick beard, two piercing eyes, and a light blue military uniform.
He looked more energetic.
"Wang Jiaoxi, the General Office asked me to hand over this person to you!" the soldier said after saluting.
Wang Jiaoxi nodded: "I understand, let's go!"
After the soldier left, Professor Wang walked twice around the horse with his hands behind his back. As he walked, he lightly slapped his back with the whip in his hand: "That's what you said just now. You can't shoot a gun with those wooden signs."
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Ma Xingkong glanced at Professor Wang: "I said that! What's the matter?"
"Okay! You have some talent!" Wang Jiaoxi said with a smile: "I heard that you are quite a figure in the capital. Do you have the guts to give me a try?"
"Compared to what?"
"You look down on my soldiers so much, how about we fight with each other?" Wang Jiaoxi kept staring at Ma Xingkong, waiting for Ma Xingkong's answer.
"How?"
Professor Wang smiled: "The target is 800 meters, whoever can hit it will win!"
"Okay! The loser will call the winner grandpa!" Ma Xingkong added some more chips.
"Don't regret it!" Wang Jiaoxi looked at Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong also looked at Wang Jiaoxi, and the two of them smiled at the same time. Wang Jiaoxi asked: "You don't want to ask what you are hitting?"
"No matter what the fight is! I, Ma Xingkong, will definitely accompany you!"
"Okay!" Professor Wang turned around and shouted: "Everyone gather!"
Whether they were shooting or watching from the sidelines, they immediately stood up when they heard this and formed three columns in front of Wang Jiaoxi. They moved quickly to avoid being sloppy. After everyone gathered, Wang Jiaoxi said loudly: "This is the new guy.
, his name is Ma Xingkong, you may have heard of this name, yes, he is the one who brought chaos to the capital."
Everyone whispered to each other, pointed at Ma Xingkong, and started talking. This made Ma Xingkong very uncomfortable. Wang Jiaoxi signaled for silence: "He just said that what you are practicing now is not good at shooting. I am going to compete with him."
Take it! Whoever loses will call the other person grandpa!"
"Hahaha..." The group burst into laughter. Wang Jiaoxi turned his head provocatively and glanced at Ma Xingkong, then turned back and said, "Give me two guns and measure the distance of 800 meters!"
While measuring the distance, Professor Wang took the gun and asked Ma Xingkong: "You pick one! If you lose, don't blame me for tampering with the gun."
Ma Xingkong reached out and took one, quickly pulled the bolt, and looked inside. The yellow bullets shone in the sun: "This is it!"
Wang Jiaoxi smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's go!"
At the other end of the shooting range, two small dots, one red and one green, could be vaguely seen 800 meters away. Professor Wang said: "Those are two balloons, hanging on the tree. Now when the wind blows, they will go back and forth."
Swing, you and I each have a bullet, you have a red bullet, I have a green bullet, you can see clearly at a glance whether I have hit or not."
Eight hundred meters, a balloon blown by the wind. Ma Xingkong had never hit it before. Seeing Professor Wang's confident look, Ma Xingkong had already said what he had said and decided to go up. Both of them lay on the ground.
, Ma Xingkong concentrated on trying to aim at the faint red color in the distance.
On the other hand, Professor Wang was not in a hurry to aim. He first grabbed a handful of soil powder and slowly sprinkled it in the wind. The soil flew away with great force and force. After thinking for a moment, Wang Jiaoxi pulled up the ruler on the gun and raised it.
When he reached a level he thought was suitable, he lay down and started aiming.
The balloon was erratic, left and right, and it was impossible to capture the moment he stayed. The sweat on Ma Xingkong's face fell down, and it dripped into the soil drop by drop. His eyes were a little dry, and the distance was far away.
The balloon actually appeared as a ghost. He warned himself in his mind and repeated the words his father gave him: "Heart and gun are one! Heart and gun are one!" Ma Xingkong took a few heavy breaths to calm himself down as much as possible.
"Bang!" Just when Ma Xingkong calmed down, Wang Jiaoxi's gun next to him had already fired, and the green balloon in the distance suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes. The soldiers behind him shouted, applauded, and shouted
, it was very lively. This made Ma Xingkong's heart, which had just calmed down, jump again.
Teacher Wang signaled everyone to be quiet. He stood aside and looked at Ma Xingkong quietly. Ma Xingkong closed his eyes and carefully recalled in his mind every sentence his father gave him when hunting: focus, don't be impatient, be patient,
Relax... These words appeared in Ma Xingkong's mind over and over again.
Suddenly Ma Xingkong opened his eyes, glanced at the red balloon, and pressed the trigger with his index finger. With a "bang" sound, sparks erupted from the muzzle of the Hanyang-made gun, and a bullet flew out. Everyone looked at the
The red balloon. After waiting for a long time, it still stubbornly floated in the wind, not minding Ma Xingkong's depressed eyes.
"The technique and psychological quality are both good, but it's a pity that the technique is not good!" Wang Jiaoxi squatted down and patted Ma Xingkong's shoulder: "As a self-taught person, you are already the best, but compared to the shooter
You are still far short of reaching the highest level."
"Everyone assemble!" Wang Jiaoxi stood up and shouted. Everyone hurriedly stopped laughing, gathered together, and assembled as a team. Ma Xingkong was still lying on the cold ground. He spoke big words today, but he lost. He lost because of himself.
He was proud of his marksmanship! He could clearly see that his bullet did not even reach the edge of the balloon and disappeared in the middle. It was the same gun, so why could the man named Wang be able to hit it?
Ma Xingkong stood up with a cry, and rushed to Wang Jiaoxi in a few steps: "I, Ma Xingkong, lost, I surrender! I kowtow to you!" After saying that, Ma Xingkong knelt down in front of everyone, his knees softened.
In front of Mr. Wang, "Bang Bang Bang" kowtowed to Mr. Wang three times. At this time, Mr. Wang became a little panicked. He competed with Ma Xingkong, just to suppress the young man's arrogance.
Wang Jiaoxi hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Ma Xingkong, but Ma Xingkong couldn't get up. "Wang Jiaoxi, can you teach me how to shoot? I will learn the same shooting technique you just did. If you don't agree, I will kneel here and never get up!"
Ma Xingkong didn't care about the looks or laughter of the soldiers around him, and stubbornly knelt on the ground. Wang Jiaoxi tugged left and right, and both of them used their strength. For half a minute, Wang Jiaoxi was panting from exhaustion, and he just didn't stop.
Ma Xingkong pulled him up. Seeing more and more soldiers gathering together, the laughter became louder and louder. Wang Jiaoxi, who was usually serious, had no choice but to nod and said: "Get up, I promise you!"
When Ma Xingkong heard this, he immediately became elated. He kowtowed to Wang Jiaoxi and then stood up. Wang Jiaoxi shook his head and smiled bitterly.