The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village

Zhang Yong and Lu Gao were very nervous when they heard this, and when they wanted to do something, the shooting competition below had already started.

The weapons used by the two sides are common standard pistols, with a total of five sets of bullets and thirty-five targets. Because it is a friendly match, there is no specified time requirement for winning or losing, but both sides are required to complete the shooting within five minutes.

Among them, 15 fixed targets are set according to 10 meters, 15 meters, and 25 meters. The rest are all the most difficult moving targets, including mixed moving targets, and it is difficult to hit all 35 bullets. It is undoubtedly very exaggerated.

Zhao Qi's best score was 30 shots, all of which failed on the final mixed moving target, but his score is already the highest record in the whole district, and the second record is even less than his. Two launches were recorded.

For this kind of practice, Zhao Qi is already familiar with it and can't be more familiar with it, and this is his home field, and he can know the position of each target with his eyes closed.

And the opponent didn't have time to adapt to the positions of these gun targets, let alone be able to compare with himself.

That's why Zhao Qi felt that Ye Qiu was making a fuss out of a molehill.

"Get ready, start!"

After receiving the order from the podium, a signalling waved and shouted at the two people.

Zhao Qi's face tightened, and he was about to start acting.

Rocky twisted his neck, flashed him a playful grin, and suddenly raised his pistol and yanked the trigger.

Zhao Qi's eyes widened suddenly.

"What is this guy doing? Now he has not reached the shooting position at all. The distance must be at least 15 meters, and he wants to design a 10-meter target, which is also 25 meters away, but this distance is also for me. One hundred percent sure, this guy wants to show me off?"

Zhao Qi thought of this and understood, and sneered.

next moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of voices sounded.

Soon there was a surprised voice from the observers: "The 10-meter target was hit!"

It's just when Zhao Qi thought that Rocky was just showing his hand first, and then he would go to the shooting point to continue designing.

Rocky showed him a provocative smile again, raised his hand and quickly changed the magazine, and pulled the trigger suddenly.

bang bang bang!

The observer's voice sounded: "The 15-meter target is all hit!"

In fact, this distance has reached 30 meters, and the accuracy of normal pistol bullets at this distance is actually very poor. Even a sharpshooter cannot control it well.

Zhao Qi was not 100% sure about this distance, but this guy actually hit all five shots!

This caused a cold sweat to break out on his head, and he stared fixedly at the other party, wanting to see if he would stand still and shoot next time.

And Rocky told him directly with actions that the distance of 40 meters is not a problem for him!

"Bang bang bang!"

The observer shouted in shock: "All five shots from the 25-meter target!"

Rocky whistled, looked at Zhao Qi contemptuously, and then rushed forward, regardless of Zhao Qi, and started to go straight to the shooting area of ​​the moving target.

Zhao Qi's head was covered with cold sweat, holding the gun in his hand firmly, his eyes were full of ferociousness.

This is Chi Guoguo's provocation!

If he hadn't stood still and shot like Rocky, even if he won the opponent in the end, it would not be honorable for him to win, and it could even be said to be a shame, because he didn't even have the guts to challenge others.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi gritted his teeth, raised his hand and slammed the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

"All five shots from the 10-meter target!"

The observer shouted excitedly, cheering for his idol.

But Zhao Qi's hands were full of sweat, and he didn't feel any sense of relief in his heart. Instead, he felt that his hands were heavy, and even felt that there was no way to compare.

But if there is no comparison, then the embarrassment will only be greater.

He quickly changed the magazine, then aimed at the target, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Eh..." The observer lost his voice for a while, and then said after a while: "Four out of five shots, one shot missed the target."

the stands.

There was a sneering smile on Jierbaf's face, he glanced at Zhang Hezhi beside him, but didn't say much.

Zhang Hezhi's expression didn't change much, but everyone knew how unhappy he was right now.

And the soldiers of the Zhihe base who were sitting beside them also had serious faces.

Zhao Qi's face also turned pale, and his body was already wet with sweat. When he took out a new magazine with some trembling.

"10-meter moving target, all five hits!"

"15-meter moving target, all five hits!"

"25 meters moving target, all five hits!"

"30-meter mixed moving target, five rounds...all hits!"

Rocky had already finished the game directly, walked towards Zhao Qi, smiled contemptuously at him, and said, "Do you still dare to compare?"

All 35 rounds were hit, and the most difficult mixed moving target did not stump the opponent at all.

Zhao Qi's face was a little pale.

Rocky laughed loudly: "It seems that your Eastern soldiers are nothing more than that!"

This voice was extremely harsh in Zhao Qi's ears, and it also made him completely lose all mentality.

Ye Qiu glanced at it and said, "Zhao Qi has no way to compete."

Zhang Yong and Lu Gao were shocked when they heard this: "Then what should we do?"

Ye Qiu flexed his wrist, and said with a sigh: "Oh, I can't help it. Who told me not to see Lao Zhang ashamed, so I have to go down and meet them."

After speaking, he patted the shoulders of the two people and said, "Let me tell you what a top professional soldier is."

After the words fell, he jumped off the three-meter-high stand and walked towards Zhao Qi.

Zhang Yong and Lu Gao looked excited, but they quickly thought of a question: "I've missed one target, so there's no way to win the rest of the target?"

On the high platform.

Someone saw Ye Qiu go down and suddenly shouted, "What is he doing?"

Zhang Hezhi took a look, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Gilbuff, it seems that the people you have prepared are of good strength. This is due to my lack of hospitality. Now let's change people and compete."

Gilbuff smiled and said, "No problem."

Anyway, Dongfang has already missed the target once, even if he can't win the rest of the strikes, he doesn't care at all.

"Give me the gun!"

Zhao Qi held a gun, looked at Ye Qiu who was coming, and gritted his teeth, "What are you doing here?"

Ye Qiu sneered and said, "Can you still compete in this state? Look at Lao Zhang for yourself, and he probably agrees to change."

Zhao Qi subconsciously looked towards the high platform, and saw Zhang Hezhi nodding to him.

Zhao Qi was breathless, but he also knew his situation, he was really not sure to compare, and it was a shame for him to retreat, but no matter how humiliating it was, it was not worse than Dongfang's embarrassment.

Thinking of this, he handed the gun to Ye Qiu: "Don't lose too embarrassingly."

Ye Qiu took the gun and the magazine without checking it. He casually raised the gun in his hand and said, "lose? The word 'lose' has never been in my dictionary!"