In the distant target trench, two side-mounted running targets bounced up and moved forward at a constant speed.

The first set of three shots is a shooting at a 200-meter side running target.

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Long Zhenghua and Jiang Cheng shot almost at the same time.

In terms of aiming speed, the two did not distinguish any.

The soldiers on the top training team were divided into two groups - one of them was staring at Long Zhenghua's target with a monocular telescope, while the other group was staring at the target of Jiang Cheng, a soldier in the special forces brigade.

"The old dragon hits the target!"

"Jiang Cheng also hit it."

In the first group of three rounds, neither of them made any mistakes. After the gunshots, they all took the target.

After the first set of bullets was shot, the two of them jumped up from behind the earthblock almost at the same time and began to leap forward with their guns as fast as possible.

The atmosphere was a little nervous, and the surroundings became very quiet, and everyone's attention was on Long Zhenghua and Jiang Cheng.

Judging from the current situation, the two are not a match.

If the number of targets in the end is equal, then the final time is to calculate the time to determine the winner or lose.

Both of them were very fast, almost at the same time, reaching the second set of short pauses shooting at the 80-meter second set.

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The moment the two of them arrived at the shooting line, the two referees Ni Haowen and Luo Ping'an who were following behind him immediately blew the whistle that had been in their mouths. Whoever got 80 meters first, the referee who followed him would blew the whistle immediately. When he heard the whistle, the supporter in the target trench would raise the target half of his body, but the target only had 5 seconds to appear in sight and disappeared immediately afterwards.

The sharp whistle sounded far away, resounding throughout the shooting range, and two half-body targets bounced under the target trench 80 meters away.

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Jiang Cheng's gun fired first.

A ball of soil flew on the yellow soil slope behind the half-body target.

The people on the top training team were deeply moved.

Finished!

Long Zhenghua actually fired a shot later than Soldier Jiang Cheng!

In this group of shooting, the top team lost.

The female officers on the red card from the shooting team immediately cheered and applauded.

Xiao Jingui couldn't help but curse, "Little girl, be careful to laugh at your mouth!"

Those female shooting team members with red cards are all special tricks, and they are still a bit different from ordinary soldiers.

Therefore, the soldiers in the top team did not treat these female officers as soldiers at all, but instead treated them as college students.

"Sour!" One of the big-eyed female red cards made a playful face at the soldiers on the top team, ridiculing her face.

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Just about a second after Jiang Cheng fired, Long Zhenghua's 81-1 automatic rifle also fired.

"The old dragon is all over!"

Geng Dainian shouted excitedly.

Hu Dahai said on the side, "Come on, it's almost a second slower."

Solemnly put down the eyepiece and looked into the distance.

Jiang Cheng, a soldier of the Special Forces Brigade, was seven or eight steps faster than Long Zhenghua, and it was obvious that there was a gap between the two.

When a master fights, the gap in one second is already amazing.

It seems that as long as Jiang Cheng does not make any mistakes in the last group of shooting, he will basically win.

This made him full of surprise. You must know that Long Zhenghua is not an ordinary top player. Although Long Zhenghua did not get a ranking in the army competition in Zhang Dapao's mouth, he was the only one among the twenty people in the team who had participated in the military shooting competition.

What's more, he has been in the third year of military service, and at least he has eaten more than Jiang Cheng's army's big pot rice for one year, so his experience is definitely not worse than Jiang Cheng.

He subconsciously raised his monocular lens and stared at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng had reached the 30-meter shooting line, and Ni Haowen behind him blew his whistle.

A half-body target pops up from the target trench in the right front.

Jiang Cheng shot with one approaching and a fire tongue spurted out from the Type 95 muzzle, and three bullet holes appeared in a triangle near the bull's eye.

The red card girls who had been encouraging the special forces brigade began to cheer again.

"well!"

Hu Dahai put down his eyepiece and said depressedly: "We lost!"

After testing the gun, Long Zhenghua lowered his head and returned to the top team with a gun on his back.

Zhang Dapao praised Han: "You won."

Han Zixiu glanced at Jiang Cheng, turned around and said, "You guys are fighting well."

"Report!" cried solemnly.

Zhang Dapao said: "What's the matter?"

"Captain, we didn't lose."

Jiang Cheng immediately said coldly: "The shooting range is yours. The target is the same as the rules. He is slower than me, why didn't he lose?"

Obviously, he was reluctant to see anyone questioning his victory.

The people from the shooting team couldn't help it, and looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "I said, "I will lose if I lose. It's normal for the game to lose and win."

"That's right, we don't guarantee that we will win every time, and we will lose."

"Be able to afford failure!"

Zhuang Yan didn't even look at the shooting team members at the corner of his eyes, but insisted: "I have a basis for saying this."

Zhang Dapao said: "Tell me, let me see."

Zhuang Yan walked to Jiang Cheng, stretched out his hand and said, "Can you show me your gun?"

Jiang Cheng looked at Han Zisheng, and Han Zisheng said nodded: "Give it to him."

He took Jiang Cheng's gun, solemnly held it in his hand and weighed it.

It is lighter than the 81-1 automatic rifle I use, and many places are made of plastic, not cold steel.

He held it in his hand and made a gun-taking action as Jiang Cheng had done before.

The rifle is more comfortable to hold the shoulders on the gun.

After repeated several times, Zhuang Yan made his own judgment and asked Jiang Cheng: "How long is this gun?"

"No bayonets are added, and no attachments are added," said Jiang Cheng.

Zhuang Yan pointed to the pile of 81-1 automatic rifles leaning against each other behind him and said, "Do you know how long that thing is?"

Jiang Cheng sneered: "Don't test me, I've played the 81-1 style."

Solemnly said: "Then you say."

Jiang Cheng said: "The gun is 955 mm long without bayonets."

Zhuang Yan said: "That's right. Just now, Long Zhenghua started to fall behind when shooting the second group of bullets, and when it came to shooting close, it was a little slower than you. This is not because you search for targets and aim at targets faster than him, but that your gun is shorter than him. For example, close-range shooting..."

Zhuang Yan made a quick close-range shooting with a gun, and then said: "The muzzle's stroke pointing to the target is slower than your gun. This is a natural advantage and cannot be changed by human power. If the same gun is used fairly, I think Long Zhenghua will not lose."

After saying that, he handed the gun back to Jiang Cheng and said by the way: "The gun is good."

Han claimed that he didn't say anything.

Luo Ping'an didn't say anything either.

Both of them stared at the solemn.

Jiang Cheng said, "Okay, since you said that, let's do it fairly, and you will use your 81-1 style. You can pick a gun for me, and I want to play a game with you again."

Zhang Dapao said: "You want to compete with Long Zhenghua again?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, pointed his hand and pointed at Zhuang Yan, with the arrogance of the special forces soldier on his face.

"No, I'll compete with him!"

As he said that, his sharp eyes shot towards the solemn and said, "Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

A solemn and competitive spirit immediately surged up and said, "If you don't dare to fight, fight! Who is afraid of whom! It's just a special brigade!"
Chapter completed!