Cui Weinan's face turned dark after returning from testing the target.

Zhuangyan shouted to him more than ten meters away: "Cui Pai, what's the result?"

Cui Weinan shook her head, said nothing, and returned to the field with a dark face and sat back in the team.

The person next to him asked him the same question, but finally became anxious and said, "Isn't it okay for me to treat Coke?"

This tone was obviously lost.

And he lost completely.

Zhuang Yan said to Yu Qunchao: "It seems that the instructor is very powerful!"

Yu Qunchao said: "Why are they our instructors if they are not powerful? Do you think the headquarters sent them to make fun of it?"

Solemn and smiling.

Yu Qunchao smiled when he found out that Zhuangyan was always smiling.

This made Yu Qunchao feel a little nervous, because he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking with a solemn smile.

Later, I thought about it and I was thinking about what I was thinking!

As for this game, it’s useless to decide the winner when it comes to the court.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost a bit before he even started, and before he knew it, he was brought into the pit by the gripping and heartless look of Zhuangyan.

In fact, Zhuang Yan said it right when he talked with Yan Ming before.

The high place is cold.

People are like this.

When you become famous, the burden on your shoulders will be heavy.

Under the reputation, it is actually very tiring.

Like Zhuangyan, no one knows who he is. He is resistant to two shits on his shoulders. His military rank is the lowest in the team's manpower, and the biggest halo on his head is the number one in the group shooting.

This kind of title is captured in the reserve team, and any one is more solemn and dazzling.

If a person reaches the lowest point, he will be stressed out.

His feet are already naked, and at worst they will be sawed. Are they afraid that he will wear shoes?

"Are you two ready? You are ready to go up and take your seat for me." The old white-haired man came over and said, "Hurry up, I'll get my fucked up early later, and there's still something going on in the evening!"

Zhuangyan's heart skipped a beat this time.

If the instructor says there is an activity, don’t think about the benefits, anyway, there is no benefit.

"Report to the instructor, I'm ready!" Yu Qunchao was the first to answer.

Zhuang Yan also said, "I have no problem either."

Old Baimao waved his hand with a stopwatch: "Get in the car! Whoever wins will compete with the instructor No. 2, whoever wins will win the instructor No. 2, I have another big prize here!"

Grand Prize?

His solemn appetite was immediately hung up.

No training?

Or qualify directly?

After getting in the car, he said to Yu Qunchao solemnly and smiled, "Veteran, show mercy later."

Yu Qunchao felt solemn and annoyed, and it was not easy to attack. He was polite and didn't hit someone with a smile, right?

I just really annoyed this guy, I am familiar with him, as if I knew him in my previous life.

"Okay, okay, no mercy, no guns are too scared, everyone is doing their best!"

Seeing Yu Qunchao impatient, solemn and happy.

This is what he wants.

Yu Qun surpasses his annoyance, the more beneficial it is to him.

Shooting requires calmness and stability, and more or less, it will have an impact on your mind.

For people like Yu Qunchao, it’s really impossible to interfere with him with other methods.

But if you stick to him, he will definitely be upset.

Speaking of which, it is quite terrifying to be solemn.

Anyway, I have been willing to give it my best, so I have to make some face for the "Red Arrow" team.

Originally, the winning or losing of the training type is just a matter of having fun, and everyone has some fun in boring training, betting on Coke and other things.

However, when Lao Te from other regions was talking about the "Red Arrow" brigade, he said that his army had withered in recent years, and that sounded like a piercing ear.

When everyone bet, none of them bet on their teams, they bet on the No. 2 Instructor and Yu Qunchao, and no one could bet on the "Red Arrow" team.

Although Zhuang Yan didn't say anything at that time, he had already felt a breath in his stomach, and he insisted on letting these ignorant people take off their glasses.

What's more, he was an unknown soldier and it was nothing if he lost. He came up with the "Bei Gun King" who had already become famous, and see what he could do.

The two climbed into the car, the driver hung up the gear, deliberately stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed forward and drove out.

"Check ammunition and load bullets."

Old Baimao stood behind the two of them, leaned against the carriage board and issued the first command.

Zhuang Yan and Yu Qun skillfully loaded the live ammunition magazine, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and then closed the insurance.

The truck is moving forward at a constant speed.

Yu Qunchao suddenly noticed that when Zhuang Yan took off the gun, he wrapped the strap around the arm on the side of the group.

This tiny move is confusing.

Snipers were shooting in a standing position. Most of the special forces used 85 snipers at that time, most of them used the same method of ending guns as rifles.

Rely on practice more and keep your hands steady.

The old white-haired also noticed the little move of Zhuangyan.

He didn't say anything, just glanced at it.

Bang-

The truck shook violently.

Entered the 30-meter shooting area.

"Start shooting!"

With the order of the old white-haired man, the old men who were stretching their necks and staring at the trucks all the time, suddenly their hearts rose to their throats.

Almost at the same time, Zhuang Yan and Yu Qunchao raised their guns at the same time.

Who will win?

A huge question mark popped up in everyone's mind.

可以—

Almost at the same time, the two guns fired together.

The first one to appear this time is a photo of a scarred man, on the left first position.

As soon as the gun fires, the target falls.

It seems that he has hit the target.

However, no one can see the order.

The old white-haired eyes lit up.

This competition seems to be a bit impressive.

Judging from the movement and speed just now, Lao Baimao felt that the two were evenly matched.

Even he has a hard time distinguishing who fires first.

In terms of time, it is almost consistent.

The old men watching the game behind immediately became lively.

"Shot the gun at the same time?"

"Who fired the gun first?"

"Who hit the ball first? Does anyone see clearly?"

"It's the gun to fire at the same time."

"No, I heard it seemed like Yu Qunchao fired the gun first."

"Bad! Your 'Divine Sword' is too protective of your own people. It's obviously solemn! When I heard it, solemn sounded the gun first."

"Come on, it's all right to see the result later. What's the point!"
To be continued...