"Tell me quickly!" Everyone couldn't wait and kept urging Long Zhenghua to stop keeping him in hiding.

"Gao Xiaoyang is the most powerful sharpshooter in the 2nd Division." Long Zhenghua said: "I met him when I went to the army to participate in the competition. Among the top three, he was the only second-year soldier. The others were three-year soldiers or over-term veterans."

Zhuangyan asked: "Which is he?"

"Second." Long Zhenghua said: "The first place is a veteran who served in our division for an extra period. Zhuang Yan. You used to play a 400-meter-distance half-body target with them in the division before."

Zhuang Yan couldn't remember which of those veterans was the number one that Long Zhenghua mentioned.

But one thing is that for a second-year soldier, it is already commendable to be able to beat the heroes to win the second place in the army shooting competition.

"Gao Xiaoyang is very crazy. He thought he could have won the first place back then, but he was a little impatient. He made a small mistake when changing the magazine while searching for shooting and lost the game in time. Otherwise, he felt that he should have been the first. So, after the competition, the boy said that he must win the first place in this year's competition. So although he is in the third year, he has also come, and it is probably not the military academy to take the exam."

Zhang Guoyi said: "If you get the first place, you will have the opportunity to receive the second-class merit. If you get a red card in one year of training, you will be calmer than going to a military academy."

"But..." Hu Dahai couldn't help but say, "If he had won the second place last year, all the veterans would have retreated this year, and it seems that no one could suppress him."

"Oh..." Long Zhenghua said: "I can't do it anymore. In fact, after practicing in the past few years, I know that my level has reached its limit. You have made great progress in this training camp, so I haven't made much progress. It seems that Gao Xiaoyang has firmly won the first place this year."

Zhuang Yan said: "Lao Long, don't lose without fighting. Our 1st Division has a talented person. Although the veterans retreat, aren't we still there?"

Long Zhenghua's eyes lit up and looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Yes, our team has a few very good seedlings this year. Zhuang Yan is also one, and I forgot about this. But I remind you that Gao Xiaoyang is the third year soldier. He is experienced and has participated in many competitions. You may not be as good as him in terms of stability. To beat him, you have to work hard on your own stability."

"The rules of the competition seem to have not been announced yet. I don't know what the assessment standards are for the Group Army's sharpshooters this year." Xiao Jingui said.

Long Zhenghua said: "Don't think about it, I'll tell you, don't look at our slept here now, and we'll be relaxed soon. The assessment is usually two days, and you will get a batch of them the first day, and you will enter the final the next day to decide the ranking. Only those who can enter the second day can be qualified to win the title of Group Army Sharpshooter."

"Elimination system?" Zhang Guoyi asked.

Long Zhenghua said: "Or what would you think that a few divisions, plus military ranks, and more than 600 people, would everyone get the title of Sharpshooter?"

Everyone was silent.

It sounds like, it's a cruel competition.

可以可—

Suddenly, gunshots came from afar.

The big guy's eyes turned to the place where the gunfire came at the same time.

Long Zhenghua said in surprise: "It's the shooting range, isn't this just here? Someone started training? He is so diligent."

"Fuck! Which unit is it? It's still eight days to start the competition!" Geng Danian disagreed and said: "Starting training so early is the intention to win the championship!"

"Collection collection!"

Zhang Dapao suddenly appeared in the corridor and shouted at everyone: "Get the gun now, go down to gather!"

The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became tense, and the sound of Type 97 combat boots stepping on the floor resounded throughout the barracks.

Soon, the team members gathered on the lawn downstairs.

As soon as Zhang Dapao opened his mouth, he said, "It's my fault!"

Everyone was stunned.

The famous Zhang Dapao slapped himself before he could speak. What's wrong?

"There is an urgent change. We don't have eight days to prepare. Due to the changes in the group army's training plan, the competition will be held the day after tomorrow, for one day. If there is a sudden situation, it will be delayed to the end of two days at most. Due to the special nature of our shooting subjects, there is only one shooting range, so each unit has only half a day to familiarize itself with the venue in the two days before the start of the competition. We originally arranged to familiarize ourselves with the venue on the last afternoon, but the shooting range was empty this afternoon and evening. Now people from other units have gone there for live-fire training. We are about to rush over now. At least it is a good thing to be able to play in one group! The more familiar the competition venue, the better!"

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Turn right, target, shooting range, walk in step!"

The 20 top-notch shooting team members of the 1st Division followed Zhang Dapao and advanced all the way to the shooting range.

After passing the training ground, Zhuangyan saw that the top students of other projects in each unit were training on every field that could be used.

The competition plan has changed, and now it is a matter of time. Everyone wants to take the lead in this competition. Everyone here is the top group of soldiers trained in the entire army.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that his hair began to stand up due to excitement. Every time he was with the masters, he felt a sense of warlike excitement. It was not only an honor, but also a rare pride.

The stronger your opponent is, the stronger you prove yourself!

Dry!

Just do it!

You must enter the final round and enter the top three!

That Gao Xiaoyang sounds like a good opponent!

Zhuang Yan now wants to see this legendary sharpshooter immediately. At least first, he can see what level the other party is!

When we arrived at the shooting range, a group of people were already suppressing the target 600 meters in front.

The military teaching team's shooting range has thirty targets, but there are only ten targets at 600 meters. Because the longitudinal distance of the shooting range is not enough, it is pulled at an oblique angle and shoots from the southwest corner to the northeast corner, which is exactly 600 meters.

All the units came here to participate in the competition to shoot at the top of the shooting team. There were only 72 people in total. Lunch had not started yet, so there was enough time for everyone to practice.

Wow—

The gunshot sounded like 85 snipers, and after a moment, the crowd around him burst into applause.

"good!"

"Awesome!"

"So awesome!"

Zhuang Yan noticed that most people were around a few meters behind one of the targets, and seemed to be paying attention to the results of the same shooter.

Long Zhenghua stretched his neck and looked around for a moment, and suddenly said, "Look! That kid is Gao Xiaoyang!"

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