Fan Guowen closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath of the smoke floating in the air. The dull gunshots in his ears stirred the depths of his heart. Although this high-level competition inevitably made his mood slightly strange, the solid and coldness conveyed by the official rifle in his hand to the skin of his palm made his fighting spirit constantly improve, as if he was in a battlefield full of bullets, blood and fire.

"Preparation for the sixth group!" the soldiers from the referee team shouted loudly.

Fan Guowen was shocked, opened his eyes, burst out with a ray of essence, took a deep breath, and improved his whole body to the best, and stood in his own shooting position with other soldiers!

All the contestants lay down neatly!

Lying in the shooting position, Fan Guowen pulled the bullet bolt and loaded the bullet. He tried to aim at the target in the distance, squinted his eyes and stared at the target in the distance. At a distance of 100 meters, the target ring was extremely small and the shooting difficulty was extremely high. All those who could participate were warriors with sharp eyes and excellent eyesight. However, at this distance, the shooting accuracy alone cannot be guaranteed. What's more important is the sense of gun. After consuming countless bullets, it has reached a peak of human-gun integration!

There were many strong soldiers around him, and Fan Guowen did not dare to be careless. The muzzle star aimed slightly at the target in the distance, gathering the center of the spirit, and the muscles in his hands continued to stretch and contract subtly. The muzzle position moved with extremely subtle movements, adjusting the miter star, and his mind firmly locked the distance and could no longer distinguish the bull's eye from the naked eye, while observing the fluctuations of the surrounding airflow.

Boss Li Wei put down his words and said that the shooting champion should be Bao Yuan, otherwise he would come to see Fan Guowen. He would be frigid behind him.

"preparation!"

The yellow flag is raised!

"Start!" Under the yellow flag, on the green flag!

"Bang!"

All the contestants fired at the same time, and only one huge gunshot could be heard neatly.

Pull the bolt, throw out the shell casing with gunpowder, and continue to pull the trigger neatly.

There is only the bull's-eye in the distance in Fan Guowen's mind!

Ten yellow shells were formed into a pile on the edge of the official rifle. Fan Guowen slowly closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. The gun-sensing feedback was expected to be good. Every time he shot, his hands slightly adjusted his strength. He didn't want to see another result like a single bullet hole in the one-district selection competition. After all, this is the Yan'an Competition. Maybe the scorer will have misunderstandings and can't explain it clearly at that time. He just shot a triangle with four bullet holes on each side according to the ten rings of the bull's eye in his mind. The last shot was aiming at the center of the triangle.

The red flag is raised.

The gun target stood up and ran away, several soldiers put away the target, and then replaced the new target.

Fan Guowen did not go around the cadres in the referee team like other soldiers to watch the results, but rushed to another shooting range.

Heavy machine gun shooting range! Gunshots are endless.

"Hurry, Chinese, it's your turn, hurry up!" Qi Xiao, chief of staff of the division leader of the division, had been anxious at the heavy machine gun range, and led the entire division to participate in the competition, almost all the competitions, and he had to worry about the trivialities. This machine gunner of the independent division participated in several events. In order to prevent a big missed out, he personally stared at it.
Chapter completed!