"I know, you are all elites in your respective troops. I also know that when you see me so young, you think that instructors like me are here to gilt, and whether they are arranged in the back door. Actually, I know what you think."

Hou Dasheng looked at the twenty-five people in front of him and lowered his head and whispered: "It's a poor and remote place here. It's a bit exaggerating to say that birds don't poop. It's very real. Everyone, they are elites and good seedlings from their respective units. They are all training vanguards, and many of them are the top names in the entire division and even the entire army. They are not low-spirited. I know..."

Standing in front of Hou Dasheng were twenty-five men in green military uniforms. Their tough eyes were just looking at Hou Dasheng coldly. In their eyes, there was a little disdain, a kind of arrogance that emanated from their bones.

They have the qualifications to be proud. As Hou Dasheng said, they were finally selected through fierce selection and comprehensive assessment from their respective units. Among them, there are armed forces under the powerful department that belongs to a certain border of the Army and occasionally fights with certain forces on the border.

There are also airborne combat departments in the airborne troops that are highly valued by the air force. There are also many military regions where the selected soldiers are considered top-notch soldiers. They all believe that they will be selected to a special training. Those who train them will be those powerful instructors that will make them stronger.

However, the young man who appeared in front of them was a young man who looked only twenty years old and looked pretty even. To be honest, anyone who saw Hou Dasheng appearing in front of him and looked like an instructor would feel uncomfortable.

The youngest one standing in front of Hou Dasheng was several years older than him. Each one looked tougher and more fierce than him. However, they had to accept the teachings of a young man like Hou Dasheng who looked a little pretty, and it was definitely impossible to say that he was convinced.

"Since we are in the army, we won't be fooled..." Behind Hou Dasheng, Yan Jianan silently "stop..." and walked over with a cart. Seeing that the cart was pushed over, all the non-commissioned officers standing in front of Hou Dasheng couldn't help but have their eyes straightened - there were a wide range of guns on the cart!

The first floor is a pistol, a variety of pistols. All the guns are brand new and lit up, and are neatly filled on the first floor. The second floor is a rifle. Just a little exposed gun body and gun handle are enough to make people dazzle.

The third layer is the shotgun. The slender gun handle and the black and shiny gun body silently illustrate their identity - the killing weapon!

"You can pick the guns, just pick them all up. Put them on bullets, and then follow me..." Hou Dasheng walked towards the shooting range with his hands behind his back, lowered his head. No one spoke to the more than 20 people, but followed Hou Dasheng toward the shooting range in a queue.

Standing in front of the shooting range, Hou Dasheng lit the target in front of him and still lowered his head: "Twenty meters, thirty targets, fifty meters, forty targets. The target is made of steel plates, and we don't require sufficient accuracy. Just hit it, and the target will hit it. Okay, you can choose one person. You can choose the gun yourself."

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but eager to try it, but before the others could rush out, they saw a burly man of twenty-five or six feet tall, 1.9 meters tall, strode and squeezed his comrades around him down with a big smile, "I'll do it!"

Hou Dasheng just nodded, without any expression on his face. The burly man smiled and walked to the cart to rub his hands and started to pick up the gun. After a while, he picked a 44-caliber S&W model 29 revolver. Hou Dasheng glanced at the gun he picked, but didn't say anything.

Then, among a bunch of automatic rifles, he chose a 81 bar. In terms of shotgun, he chose a Chinese-made yl-1887.

Seeing that he had finished choosing and started loading bullets, Yan Jianan glanced at the man with sympathy, then pushed a shelf to put it on the side. On the shelf was a big black and white display screen. It seemed to be counting out. Then he saw Hou Dasheng lower his eyebrows and whisper: "This instrument is used to calculate the time, and it starts with a 'beep~' reminder. Then you can shoot. Finally, we calculate the time and see who uses it faster."

"This is called three guns. Simply put, it means three types of guns are fired in turn. Judging the winning or losing of the game based on your time and hit rate. It's very simple and very real."

It's really simple and very real. No one thinks it's unfair. You choose the gun yourself. According to the hit rate and time, whoever hits more targets will use it for a shorter time will naturally be the winner.

I heard that I had to calculate the time, so the big man was stunned for a moment and seemed to want to change the gun. But after hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and did not change it.

"Are you ready?" Hou Dasheng lowered his eyebrows and saw the man standing in the shooting position. Yan Jianan asked while directing him, putting the rifle and shotgun into the barrel. The man took a deep breath and calmed his breathing and nodded: "It's ready."

Hou Dasheng then raised his head, squinted his eyes and said softly: "Prepare~!"

"Beep~!" The timer was turned on, and the man stood up directly at the gun within 0.6 seconds of the timer being turned on. "Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~..." Suddenly, the gunshot sounded. As the gunshot sounded, there was also the collision sound of "Dangdang..." on the steel plate target.

Without a single shot dropping the target, this man's basic skills are quite good. However, the shooting gap is a bit large. The interval between each shot is about 0.5 seconds. After six bullets are shot, it takes him 3.8 seconds.

After firing the pistol, he suddenly put the gun in front of the rifle barrel and took the bay bar "Click~!" and loaded it, "Bang bang bang..." Suddenly the gunshot sounded again. This time, his speed was much faster than when he used the pistol just now.

He only took 0.7 seconds to lift the gun, and the interval between each shot was less than 0.5 seconds. The sound of the steel plate target of "Dangdang..." was enough to show how high his hit rate was. Soon, the bullets in the rifle chamber were shot empty again. Thirty bullets were shot, and the shooting was completed in 16 seconds.

But he suddenly put the gun into the barrel, then rushed over and grabbed yl-1887. "Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang!" One shot after another began to shoot. At this time, his gun was still very fast. It was only 0.7 seconds, but the interval between each shot was 0.8 seconds. It was still slow. Five shots were completed in 6 seconds.

"Beep~!" When he shot the last shot, Hou Dasheng took a photo of the timer. Then he turned it over to everyone and showed it: "26 seconds."

The data presented by Hou Dasheng was not objected to. They were all elites from each department, and they were all old people who played with guns. It took everyone to calculate it in their hearts. After seeing this result, they were actually not far apart.

"I picked the pistol wrong, otherwise I should be faster." The man was obviously not satisfied, and he even glanced at Hou Dasheng. Hou Dasheng, who lowered his eyebrows, whispered: "I use the same gun as you, and I won't take advantage of you."

As he said that, Hou Dasheng walked to the shooting table and pulled open the m29's bullet box and poured it out. He picked up the bullet on the table and just loaded the bullet and inserted it into the holster at his waist. Then he took a full magazine of the 81st bar and stuffed it on the magazine clamp around his waist.

A yl-1887 ammunition belt was buckled by him on his chest. Everyone was stunned when they saw this. Wouldn't he load the bullets?!

"Press me." Hou Dasheng's voice was not at all turbulent, but it was still so gentle. The big man was stunned for a moment and walked to the front of the timer. Yan Jianan had already cleared the timer quickly. The big man looked at Hou Dasheng with complicated eyes and shouted in a deep voice: "Prepare~!!"

"Beep~!" The timer sounded! Suddenly, Hou Dasheng was evacuated from the gun. The afterimage flashed by flashing the gun, but the gunshot had already sounded, "Bang bang bang..."

Before the crowd could even react, Hou Dasheng's bullet had already fired the steel plate target "Dangdang..."! In 2.3 seconds, Hou Dasheng shot the bullet in the gun chamber. Every shot was accurately shot on every target!

But he saw him rushing to the front of the barrel with the rifle in a short step, but his gun was inserted into the holster as he moved. While he was rushing to the barrel, he pulled out the gun inside the barrel and knocked off the magazine. When his hand inserted the gun back into the holster, he had already taken out the magazine full of magazines!

"Crack~! Bang bang bang..." Change the magazine, load it, and shoot it! It was done in one go, and in less than 2 seconds, the gun in Hou Dasheng's hand had already exploded! As the guns exploded, there was also the sound of the steel plate target "Dangdang...".

Hou Dasheng's shooting was a continuous shooting without pause! It was visible to the naked eye that the blue veins on his arm burst out and pressed the recoil that was trying to make him lose control. His other hand grabbed the middle of the muzzle and pressed down the muzzle that could be bounced down.

In less than 7 seconds, all thirty magazines were shot out! Even if they didn't see the time on the timer, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. They were all experts, and no one who could stand here was a mediocre person. Hou Dasheng's ability has been fully revealed between two shootings!

However, the performance was not over. Seeing that Hou Dasheng had finished shooting silently, he rushed directly to the shotgun. When his right hand pulled out the shotgun, he had already pulled out two bullets from the bullet belt in his chest with his left hand. At the moment of aiming, the bullet was pushed into the bullet compartment!
Chapter completed!