The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 27: Experts Like Clouds (for further reading)

"Ten guns and ten rings!"

As the soldiers who went to check the shooting situation reported the situation of each shot, Battalion Commander Zhang's face became darker and darker, and he knew that he had hit a hard nail.

"Brother Yu, who do you think our company commander, Brother Pinghe, is the number one sharpshooter of our company?"

Wu Wanli heard the sound of ten rings, originally he admired Wu Qianli the most, but when he saw Pinghe's achievements, he immediately took a breath and was a little shaken.

"Hey, brat, so you haven't seen the world, right? A target that doesn't move like this, and can still shoot in place."

"Let's not talk about Pinghe, even if it were me, I would probably be able to score an average eighth ring. It's just a trifle. Don't blink, it's just an appetizer now."

Yu Congrong was quite envious of Pinghe's superb marksmanship, so he nodded slightly and said.

"Damn it, I'll have to pester Big Brother Pinghe to teach me a few tricks."

Wu Wanli made up his mind secretly in his heart, he just felt that he was a bit too old-fashioned in throwing the grenade before, and it would be cool to shoot a child with one shot.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, indeed, the Seventh Interlude Company, hum, but I'm not a vegetarian either."

Battalion Commander Zhang glanced at Pinghe, nodded slightly, picked up the gun and aimed at the target and shot.

However, since Ping He already had such a good result in front of him, he could only shoot cautiously, aiming well after one shot, and continued to shoot.

Under such slow shooting, he scored six consecutive ten rings, two nine rings, and two nine point five rings.

However, when this Battalion Commander Zhang closed his gun, he did not feel discouraged. Instead, he patted Zhang Taofang on the shoulder full of expectations and whispered to him.

"It's okay, boy, the marksmanship of commanders like me and Company Commander Wu are generally not the best in the army."

"The one he sent should be the highest strength of their seventh interlude company. His own fight may not even be as good as mine, so it's up to you next."

After finishing speaking, Commander Zhang took a meaningful look at Wu Qianli, and nodded with some feeling good about himself, giving way to Zhang Taofang.

"It's just a challenge, isn't it just for fun? Why does Battalion Commander Zhang look so serious?"

Zhang Taofang scratched the back of her head, looked at the ten targets in front of her, and raised the Mosin Nagant rifle in her hand.

After that, although every shot he fired was aiming precisely, it only took a few tenths of a second before the bullets spewed out from the muzzle of the gun.

To outsiders, it looked as if Zhang Taofang hadn't aimed at all, and just poured out the ammunition indiscriminately. Looking at Battalion Commander Zhang, he felt a little flustered.

"Brother Zhang, let's be careful..."

"boom--"

"You're still aiming and hitting..."

"boom--"

Battalion Commander Zhang just wanted to persuade in a low voice, but the rapid gunshots interrupted his words. He simply closed his mouth, raised his hands, and quietly watched Zhang Taofang's performance.

"Don't worry, Battalion Commander Zhang is such a target, if you still have to be careful, then you shouldn't be a soldier."

When the quick ten shots were fired, Zhang Taofang wiped the muzzle of her gun like a normal person, and said with great confidence in her heart.

But Zhang Taofang, who was outspoken, didn't realize how much her sudden words would hurt Zhang Battalion Commander, who was only in his forties.

Battalion Commander Zhang opened his mouth, his head full of black lines, and wanted to refute a few words, but in the end he sighed and didn't say anything.

However, when the soldiers who went to check the target came back and reported the situation of each ring in one voice, Zhang Battalion Commander Zhang's eyebrows instantly relaxed, and he looked at Zhang Taofang with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

"First shot, ten rings!"

"Second shot, ten rings!"

"Third shot, ten rings!"

"..."

"Tenth gun, ten rings!"

Zhang Taofang's seemingly random shooting actually scored ten ten rings.

Even Ping He, the number one sharpshooter of the seventh interlude company, was defeated, and everyone present couldn't help but gasped.

Ping He, who was sitting on the side resting with his eyes slightly squinted, also opened his eyes, looked at the sharpshooter seriously again, and couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart.

"Brother Yu, if we go on like this, will we lose? Why don't we go back and report a letter first, and hide the canned food, after all, we finally bought it with our lives."

Wu Wanli looked at the ten ten rings in a row, and was a little shocked in his heart. Immediately, he looked at Yu Congrong with some small peasant thoughts and said in a low voice.

"Hey, you have a brain, you are thinking about these cheap things all day long."

"I don't think it's necessary to do this. Even Chang's marksmanship is afraid that these few standing targets will fail."

"Since you don't trust the company commander as much as you, why don't we make a bet."

"I bet our company commander not only wins, but also stabilizes the opponent. If you lose, you can wash my socks for me. If you win, I will wash them for you."

Yu Congrong suddenly thought of something, patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder and laughed.

"Fuck, I don't want to gamble. After washing your socks, you probably won't be able to sleep for three days and three nights."

Thinking of Yu Congrong's stinking big feet, Wu Wanli felt a physical nausea, and simply took two steps away from Yu Congrong, and then continued to watch the discussion.

"What's so strange about this? For a sharpshooter like Zhang Taofang, hitting these targets is like a joke, isn't it?"

"However, after all, he entered the court a little earlier, but he doesn't know how strong Zhang Taofang is after two years of youth..."

Wu Qianli murmured and looked at Zhang Taofang, with a fighting spirit sprouting in his heart. He just wanted to compare with this fighting hero to see who was the most accurate in fighting.

"Company Commander Wu, don't let me go, but I really want to taste what it's like to eat canned American luncheon meat, hehe..."

Zhang Taofang, who was only in her twenties, was obviously young and vigorous, and her eyes were sharp.

He didn't have any malice, but it was within the rules to say such a few innocuous words to provoke his opponent.

"Hahaha Company Commander Wu, I'll watch your performance next, teach Zhang Taofang a lesson, let him have a better memory, and prevent him from being so crazy."

Battalion Commander Zhang said so, but he didn't feel that Wu Qianli could still beat Zhang Taofang's record.

After all, with ten ten rings, it is impossible to surpass them no matter what. Even if they let their group win a little bit and get some cigarettes and alcohol, then his face can be regarded as regained.

After taking a panoramic view of everyone's performance, Wu Qianli raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help laughing, and then he said something that everyone didn't expect.

"Hit 50 meters, isn't this bullying our Battalion Commander Zhang? Why don't I hit 150 meters?"

(End of this chapter)