The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 29 The Battle of Sharpshooters (for further reading)

"Wait! I admire Company Commander Wu's marksmanship, but this competition is not over yet!"

But when he sighed and was about to admit defeat, he saw Zhang Taofang, who was full of fighting spirit, stood up and spoke first.

"Of course, I also ask Comrade Zhang to teach me a thing or two."

Wu Qianli looked at this battle hero with great interest, looking forward to his performance.

But at the same time, I also have some doubts. I have already hit 10 10 rings in this situation. Is this Taofang still going to move the target to 400 meters?

In that case, the chance of hitting is much smaller. It seems that it is already very difficult to get from 80 points to 90 points, but it is several levels more difficult than before to get from 90 points to full marks.

"What's the point of hitting a fixed target? On the battlefield, will the enemy just stay where they are, waiting for us to aim and shoot? Please help me change to a moving target."

"Oh, yes, just maintain the current distance."

After Zhang Taofang finished speaking, he added another sentence, and he also gave Wu Qianli a slightly provocative look.

He didn't have any malicious intentions, but he really refused to admit defeat in the matter of marksmanship, but he didn't want to take advantage of Wu Qianli, so he simply shot a 200-meter moving target.

"The 200-meter movement, I think he is not bragging, I admit that his marksmanship may indeed be not bad, but how could it be possible to reach this point."

Wu Wanli thought in disbelief in his heart, and everyone else was shocked by this sentence.

But with the lesson of being slapped in the face for questioning, they also fell silent, watching the marksmanship show silently.

Shooting a moving target, as the name suggests, is to let the reporter run quickly in the tunnel, and then the soldiers in the distance need to raise their guns to hit the moving target, which is extremely difficult.

After all, if you want to hit a moving target at a long distance, let alone ten rings, even if you don't miss the target, you can still count as a good marksmanship.

As the target announcer started running in the tunnel carrying the targets one by one, Zhang Taofang also took a deep breath, the complacency on his face just now disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

He also tore off a small piece of cloth and tied it near the muzzle of the gun. Then we held our breath and watched the moving target silently, but we didn't shoot the gun as quickly as before.

The other people watched Zhang Taofang raise the gun and aimed again and again, feeling a little impatient, but they didn't make a sound to disturb.

However, more and more people gathered around this shooting range. Everyone also heard about this competition and ran over to watch the excitement.

"Hehe, isn't that Zhang Gunshen? The distance is probably 200 meters, and he still has to shoot a moving target."

A rather skinny recruit scratched the back of his head, looking at the moving target that was a little dazzled, he couldn't help shaking his head, feeling a little dizzy.

"Don't underestimate this kid, he was the one who came to our camp with a gun last time to find someone to gesticulate, and there is no one who can shoot more accurately than him."

A veteran with a beard around his mouth cast a glance at the recruit and said slowly.

During this kind of discussion, everyone also got news from each other. Knowing the previous results of this competition, they all took a breath, calmed down, and watched Zhang Taofang's performance quietly.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Two consecutive gunshots broke the silence in the shooting range, and the flash of fire from the gun muzzle made Zhang Taofang's calm face red.

After the previous sizing and estimation, he seized the opportunity to shoot continuously, and the muffled noise piercing through the wind and snow and the occasional flashes of fire were like the beating of a heavy drum, hitting everyone's heartbeat one after another. superior.

Everyone held their breath immediately, nervously watching Zhang Taofang raise his gun and shoot.

After ten gunshots, Zhang Taofang rubbed her head, feeling a little tired all over her body.

But his eyes were still piercing, and he stood there confidently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Wu Qianli.

"First shot, ten rings!"

"Second shot, ten rings!"

"Third shot, ten rings!"

"..."

As the target reporter held the ring again and again, his voice gradually became higher, and the surrounding soldiers also let out louder exclamations.

"Tenth gun, ten rings!"

Until the announcement of the ten rings at the end, Zhang Taofang felt a little bit relieved.

Although he was sure that his grades would not be too bad, but to reach ten ten rings in such a distance would depend on a bit of luck after all.

"Brother Yu, this... this kid can really hit so accurately? Eh... Then my brother is considered a loser."

Wu Wanli drooped his head in a daze, obviously Wu Qianli's defeat made him a little frustrated.

"You bastard, what are you doing there with your head down? Isn't it normal for you to win and lose in this marksmanship test? It's not like we can't afford to lose."

"Remember, never let these little things dampen your fighting spirit."

Yu Congrong was also silent for a while listening to the sound of target reporting, but when he saw Wu Wanli's dejected look, he became a little angry, and quickly rubbed his head to teach him a lesson.

"To be honest, even if we lose this round, our company commander will definitely rank among the best marksmanship in the entire Ninth Army."

Ping He, who had been silent all this time, stretched out his palm, feeling the slightest bit of cold wind, and spoke.

"I just heard that this guy is a good marksman, but I didn't expect to have reached this point. No, I have to find a way to get this Taofang into my hands."

Zhang Li was stunned for a few seconds in shock, and then he didn't think about winning or losing the game. After all, everyone felt that the overall situation was settled, and now he began to think about how to poach people.

"Company Commander Wu, let's go. Although we won this round, it was all due to luck."

"I still have some things about marksmanship that I want to discuss with you. I hope Company Commander Wu will not hide his secrets."

Zhang Taofang was also smiling, and slowly walked towards Wu Qianli and said, but there was no complacency or showing off in her eyes, but was full of sincerity.

To be honest, it is not easy to meet someone who is a match for chess, and he cherishes it very much.

"It's okay to discuss marksmanship, but who said I lost now."

Wu Qianli looked at Zhang Taofang, and a burning fighting spirit rose in his heart, which constantly stimulated the nerves in his brain, making him extremely excited.

That's right, he respected this hero who had killed countless enemies for his country, but that didn't mean he would easily admit defeat.

Even in the face of a master who has been verified by history in the world before, he still has the courage to show his sword and fight hard. If he doesn't continue to compete and admit defeat, isn't he a coward.

"Drip—congratulations to the host, you have obtained the new task of shining the sword—defeat sharpshooter Zhang Taofang, and you will receive top rewards!"

At this time, the long-lost system notification sound reverberated in Wu Qianli's mind again, which made Wu Qianli, who wanted to continue fighting, feel a little more joy in his heart.

"Bragging! It's all like this, what is there to compare it to! If you lose, you lose. Don't lose this person."

At this moment, an onlooker soldier listened to Wu Qianli's refusal to admit defeat, but he was a little disdainful, and spoke aggressively.

Although most of the other onlookers didn't say Wu Qianli face to face, they all started whispering.

And from their eyes, it can be seen that they don't believe in Wu Qianli, and they even say this because they feel that Wu Qianli can't afford to lose.

But Wu Qianli didn't care about those people's doubts at all. Instead, he silently picked up the Mosin Nagan in his hand, gently wiped off the snow particles on it, and said slowly.

"It's still the same distance, continue to shoot the moving target, but... I also want to move and hit!"

(End of this chapter)