Through Xizi's words and deeds, more people can accept the Eighth Route Army and understand the Eighth Route Army, thereby changing their minds, which will be considered a revolutionary spark in the future.

"What's the matter with you looking for Xizi?" Chen Quan asked curiously.

"I suddenly remembered that Xizi's shooting skills were very good. I missed him a little." Yang Yue said bluntly.

"I'll thank you for him!" Chen Quan said with a smile, "He has been using the sniper rifle you gave him! He has killed a lot of Japanese devils."

"That's good!" Yang Yue nodded.

Chen Quan went busy.

Here, Li Chongguang also selected a few people.

Zhao Hongfang also selected a few, and Huang Kehong also selected a few recruits with some talent.

In the end, a total of twenty people participated in the selection.

One hundred bullets per person.

Choose your own rifle.

Some people choose Mauser 98k, while others choose Mosinnagan.

Some people chose the 38th large cover, but no one chose the official rifle. Obviously, they did not trust it.

It’s not that the design of the formal rifle is poor, but the quality of the manufacturing is not good, and the steel in China is not good, which leads to the quality of the barrel being too different from the original Mauser 98k. So everyone doesn’t like it.

The problem is that the official rifles taken out by Yang Yue are all rewarded by the system. The quality is absolutely first-class.

Yang Yue picked up a formal rifle, loaded and shot in a standing position.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

All five bullets were fired.

All hit the tree trunk, forming a straight line.

People around:...

Very awesome.

The shooting skills are so perverted.

It is not surprising to hit the camphor tree. The key is that it is still in a straight line.

Even the distance between each bullet hole is exactly the same. It seems to be printed on a mold.

The key is that Yang Yue used a medium-term rifle, which is what they think is a more trasty weapon.

"Let's start!"

Yang Yue calmly put down the official rifle in the middle.

The first three sons came forward.

aim.

shooting.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Five bullets were shot out.

Unfortunately, only one bullet hit the camphor tree.

His face suddenly became a little ugly. Zhao Hongfang's face also became solemn.

It's really difficult!

The distance between two hundred meters is quite far.

"Next!"

Yang Yue shouted calmly.

The second soldier stepped forward, aimed, and shot. The result was that he only hit one shot.

The first test shot may be a little unaccustomed to it.

Come again.

The second round.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three-Bazi hit four bullets.

good.

Progress.

But the level is very unstable.

It’s because the number of shots is too small. So are other warriors.

If Yang Yue had each of them fired at least fifty bullets before, I was afraid that their hands would have been worse.

The third round.

Some hit two shots, and some hit three shots.

Relatively speaking, it is a little more stable.

After all, sharpshooters are fed by bullets. To maintain a stable level, daily shooting is essential.

The feel is a mysterious and mysterious thing. It cannot be described accurately. But it does exist. When the feel comes, lightning can hit the point. Without the feel, the Behemoth may hit the point.

Long Yanyan suddenly came over.
Chapter completed!