Chapter 936: Ten Guns, One Hole

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Chapter 936: Ten Guns, One Hole

More than ten minutes before the hotel went into madness.

Ye Hao and Hong Xiaoren are already standing in the shooting area.

"The rule is very simple, shoot the target fifty meters ahead. Each person has ten bullets, and whoever has the highest number of rings at the end wins. Whoever starts first."

The instructor captain stood beside the two of them.

"You start first, otherwise I'm worried that you won't even have the chance to play." Ye Hao smiled and looked at Hong Xiaoren next to him.

"I've been playing with guns since I was eight years old. I still don't believe you are better than me!" Hong Xiaoren picked up the Type 95 rifle in front of him and aimed at the target in front of him.

Adjust your breathing, your eyes are three points and one line, and your fingers are slowly pulled on the trigger.

Hong Xiaoren's movements are very standard, and the soldiers and instructors next to him are all amazed

This kid is a soldier.

With a little training, it's not impossible to go to the special forces.

bang

bang

bang

After shooting several shots in succession.

The muzzle of the gun in Hong Xiaoren's hand was still smoking.

"Target."

The captain of the instructor shouted to the soldiers next to him.

The soldier immediately trotted over.

At this moment, the hearts of all the students were almost hanging in their throats.

They have only seen this kind of shooting duel in TV dramas and movies, and this is the first time in their life that they have really seen this kind of occasion.

Hong Xiaoren is also extremely nervous at the moment, he hopes that his grades can be better, otherwise he will really bleed.

"Report. Shooting results: four ten rings, six nine rings. A total of 94 rings."

clap clap clap

The captain of the instructor applauded first, and the surrounding soldiers and instructors also applauded.

The students who didn't know why also started to applaud.

"Fifty-meter shooting, 94 rings. This is quite a good result in our army, young man. Have you considered joining the army after graduation?"

The captain of the instructor looked at Hong Xiaoren with admiration.

Hong Xiaoren also breathed a sigh of relief at the moment, this result was much better than his previous ones.

His usual best score is only around 90 rings, and this time he really performed beyond his standard.

"It's your turn." Hong Xiaoren handed Ye Hao the gun in his hand.

I would like to see how you can achieve better results than my 94 ring.

Ye Hao took the gun, unloaded the empty clip, picked up the clip with ten rounds of live ammunition next to it, and pressed it.

At this time, a new target paper had been replaced on the front target, and the soldiers retreated to a safe distance.

"You can shoot..." Before the captain of the instructor could finish speaking, gunshots sounded in his ears.

bah bah bah...

Raise the gun, aim, shoot, close the gun.

Ye Hao's forward and backward movements were done in one go, and he completed all the movements in less than a second, firing all ten bullets.

This made the students who originally wanted to admire Ye Hao's shooting process dumbfounded.

Didn't expect it to end so soon.

"Student Ye Hao, it seems that he didn't aim at all. He raised his gun and shot directly? This is a bit too exaggerated."

"It feels a bit too pretentious. If a bullet misses the target, then student Ye Hao will bleed profusely."

There are already whispers among the students.

"It's time to report to the target." Ye Hao said.

The instructor captain came back to his senses, and he shouted to the soldiers in the distance: "Report the target."

Hong Xiaoren stared at Ye Hao, his complexion was very bad.

He felt insulted, belittled.

Ye Hao's shooting is completely different from his own. Just now, his shooting belongs to positioning and aiming shooting.

And Ye Hao's is a short-term rapid fire!

It is very difficult to shoot quickly in a short time, because the gun will produce recoil during the shooting process. If you keep shooting, the muzzle will slowly move up.

If you want to prevent the bullet from deflecting too much during rapid fire, you need a skill, which is a word often used in shooting: pressing the gun.

This pressure gun is not the pressure gun in the shooting game, it is as simple as moving the mouse.

You need to have a good gun control posture, shooting action, and accurate calculations in all aspects.

But no matter what, this time the competition is based on shooting results, not shooting difficulty.

Hong Xiaoren turned his head to look at the soldiers who were counting targets.

The soldier's expression was very strange at the moment, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"What's going on? Don't hurry up and report to the target!" The captain of the instructor urged.

The soldier turned around and stood up straight: "Report. The target...the target has only one hole, ten rings. In addition...the other nine shots missed the target."

Missed!

Everyone was stunned.

Ten shots and nine shots missed the target?

The students were boiling again.

"Look, let Ye Hao pretend to be aggressive. Now the boat is overturned in the gutter. Ten shots and nine shots missed the target. Even if I go up, I probably can't be better than him."

"I have something delicious today."

"There was a slap in the face."

Hong Xiaoren went from surprise to surprise.

nine out of ten

The gun misses.

Hahaha.

Just now I thought this kid had no harm, but it turned out to be a fake move.

That's right, just because you're good at shooting doesn't mean you're good at shooting.

"Student Ye Hao, don't forget our bet. Our lunch is up to you." Hong Xiaoren looked at Ye Hao like a winner.

But Ye Hao stood there without changing his face, looking at the target in the distance.

At this moment, the captain of the instructor suddenly walked out and walked towards the target fifty meters away.

"Captain. I can't count wrongly. There is only one bullet hole here. The other nine shots missed the target." Seeing the captain approaching, the soldier thought that he suspected that he had reported the wrong target.

The captain of the instructor ignored him, but walked straight behind the target.

"Come here again and see how many targets there are." The instructor captain's voice came from behind the targets.

The target soldiers came over.

The students in the distance couldn't figure out what the hell was going on, the results had already come out.

A few seconds later, the target soldier came out again, with an even weirder expression on his face.

He raised his hand high: "Report. The number of targets just now was wrong. It's not ten rings. It's one hundred rings!"

One hundred rings?

All students feel that their ears have heard wrong.

Didn't you just say that ten shots and nine shots missed the target, why did this become a hundred rings?

Doesn't a hundred rings mean full rings?

Hong Xiaoren was stunned for a moment.

"Student Hong Xiaoren, don't forget our bet. Our lunch is up to you." The same words came out of Ye Hao's mouth.

After speaking, Ye Hao turned around and walked back to the camp of his class.

One hundred rings?

Hong Xiaoren's mind paused, and he came up with an idea.

He ran quickly towards the shooting range.

"Hey, you are not allowed to enter the shooting range without permission!" Immediately, soldiers wanted to intercept Hong Xiaoren.

The captain of the instructor stopped them: "Let him see for himself, otherwise he will not be convinced. It's a pity, a genius meets a monster."

Hong Xiaoren ran to the target, and there was indeed only one hole in the target paper.

Hong Xiaoren walked behind the target with a gloomy face.

He stared in disbelief at the special "wall" standing behind the target.

A hole is just behind the hole on the tenth ring of the target, presenting a straight line.

There are many bullets in the hole, one by one like soldiers lined up quite neatly.

Not reconciled, Hong Xiaoren stretched out his hand to pick out the warhead from the hole.

Ten!

Hong Xiaoren looked at the ten bullets in his hand, he was silent.

Hong Xiaoren now knows why there is only one hole in the target.

It's not that ten shots and nine shots missed the target at all, but that all ten shots were shot in a hole!

Ten shots and one hole.

Rapid fire ten shots a hole!

He asked himself, this skill, he needs to practice for several years to master it.

Just now he was thinking that Ye Hao was insulting him.

Hehe, his technology is better than his own, so there is no insult at all.

Hong Xiaoren clenched the ten bullets in his hand and walked out. He looked at the captain of the instructor.

"Instructor, can you keep these ten warheads for me?"

The captain of the instructor looked at him: "Yes."

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