The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Could it be that there were details that Ye Jian didn't notice when he shot just now? No, Quan noticed that according to the gun fire, ten bullets were fired in a row, without even aiming, isn't it casual?

Ye Jian retracted the pistol, unloaded the magazine by the way, turned around and smiled at the political commissar, "Then guess if I shot a perfect one?"

"If I guess based on my experience, nine out of ten of your ten shots missed the target, and none of them took aim."

The political commissar opened his mouth, and with one sentence, Ye Ying saw hope. She was excited to discover the new world, and she couldn't help but feel happy. She... must have played casually, perfect? Hahaha, this is going to be a joke!

But then, the political commissar came again with a "but..."

Ye Ying's heart was hanging high and high, but what? But what? Say it! Say it! She stared fixedly at a political commissar who stopped after "but", wishing she could rush up and let him finish the whole sentence!

"However, judging from your proficiency in loading the gun just now, it doesn't seem like you were shooting casually, so I really can't guess whether you have shot perfectly or not."

Ye Jian laughed, and only Xia Jinyuan here knew how he fired the gun. Instead, he looked at Ye Ying, who was cold, hot, distorted, and smiling again. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Student Ye Ying, why don't you come and guess how many rings I have done?"

Ye Ying, who was caught in the cold by the political commissar's "but", heard the words, and tried to make herself look calm, she pulled out a stiff smile, "I don't know, but the political commissar is When you say that you shoot too casually, I think the political commissar must be right, how can you get ten rings if you shoot too casually."

She really wanted to say: It must have all missed the target! But the political commissar's "but" made her dare not say it.

Seeing her stiff smile like a mould, Ye Jian glanced at her lightly, and then said to the political commissar, "Instructor Huang appreciates me. For his appreciation, how could I lose."

His gaze swept over Ye Ying, whose expression was becoming more and more stiff, and he said: "In order to let Ye Ying know that there is a kind of liking called "appreciation", how can I lose? Please ask the comrades in the trench to report the ring number." Bar."

Ye Ying felt her heart was hanging in her throat again, "plop plop plop" jumped really fast, really fast, it must have missed the target, it must have missed the target! How could she hit the target if she just hit the target so casually!

The political commissar looked at Ye Jian's earnest face, and became more interested. This girl is a bit interesting, and she is quite capable of tossing people around.

He took the walkie-talkie in the clerk's hand, cleared his throat and asked, "After shooting the target, shoot ten bullets and see how many rings there are."

There was no reminder that the shooting was over, and even if it was a blank bomb, it was impossible for the soldiers in the trench to climb out to check the target. Following the two "received" from the walkie-talkie, all the students stretched their necks and held their breath Listen quietly to what kind of numbers will be reported inside.

There was an electronic sound of "rustling" and the result came within a minute, "Ten bullets were actually fired, and the actual number of rings was 100."

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The whole audience burst into an uproar, that was a real uproar, the whole class immediately screamed after hearing the ring number,... 100 rings, all hits, all hits! All ten bullets hit! It's not a random fight, it's a serious fight! 100 rings! God! Really hit it all.