Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 195, win! (one more)

Although it has been several years since Fu Fengcheng left the 11th Battalion, everyone in the 11th Battalion still respects him.

Whether those who have been honed in his hands or those who have just joined in the past two years, they all admire Master Fu, the **** who has reshaped the Eleventh Battalion.

This afternoon, the Eleventh Battalion was defeated again by the eldest daughter-in-law. Although losing to a woman does not look good, but everyone is a big man with a generous temperament Make excuses for yourself.

The big deal is to fight back. If you really can't win, you can only admit it.

So, after hearing the news of Yingzuo's illness from Deputy Zhou Yingkou, he was furious and asked them to wash their necks and go back to death, and the good news that they still had a chance to win back Yicheng and compare their marksmanship with the young lady. , The sharpshooters of the 11th Battalion are eager to sign up.

Whether it was once killed by Leng Sa, or the one who left the game early and never learned Leng Sa's ability.

One more person to win back a little face, and the mood of the camp will be better.

"Fu...that, Fu Yucheng, are you going?" the person sitting next to him asked Fu Yucheng, who was eating with his head down, with his elbow.

Fu Yucheng raised his head, looked at the questioner and shook his head. Fu Yucheng usually couldn't talk to these people, but tonight he was even more silent.

The few people sitting together did not embarrass him, but asked curiously, "Is this young lady really so powerful?"

"Can you kill more than 20 of us alone if you're not good?"

"Fourth Young Master, have you seen the marksmanship of the First Young Master's wife?"

Fu Yucheng shook his head, he really had never seen it before.

"Oh, it's a pity that our marksmanship is not good, otherwise we have to go up and compete. I heard that we vomited blood in the camp seat, and when we went back, we didn't train us to vomit blood?" The young soldier said with a bitter face.

Fu Yucheng hesitated for a moment, "The camp...the camp seat is so strict?" Fu Yucheng only met the battalion commander on the first day of his arrival at the eleventh camp, and he felt like a middle-aged man with a good temper.

"Hey, our battalion was trained with the young masters back then. The young masters have been gone for several years. Why is our 11th battalion still the ace of the 9th Brigade?"

"Why?"

"Because... our battalion is not human." The young man gritted his teeth and said, "He trained us the same way the young master trained him back then. So the people from the eleventh battalion, the entire ninth brigade and even the second army, rushed over. Yes."

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Many people can do things quickly, and soon a temporary shooting range was set up on the river beach.

The surroundings were filled with torches, and the whole valley was illuminated like daylight.

A total of 20 people with outstanding marksmanship were selected by the Eleventh Battalion, including Zhou Yan, and Leng Sa couldn't help feeling a little happy when he saw it. Several of them looked familiar, as if they were her defeats in the afternoon.

"Young madam, please?" Zhou Yan smiled.

Leng Sa stood up, reached out and took the gun from Xu Shaoming next to him, looked at Zhou Yan and raised his eyebrows: "How do you compare?"

Zhou Yan pointed to the shooting range in front of him and said with a smile, "Young madam, you are faster and more accurate than anyone else in the first round."

The temporary shooting range ahead is not a target for ordinary training. It's hundreds of various bottles from nowhere. There are soda bottles, cans and even the sour plum soup bottles they just drank, glass, porcelain, iron, aluminum of various materials, sizes and shapes.

Although there is fire in the night, the bottles are hung in the air by a thin rope. There is a small wind tonight. As soon as the wind blows, the bottles are slowly swaying in the air like swaying wind chimes.

This is a lot more interesting than a normal fixed target.

Leng Sa checked the gun in his hand and calmly said, "Let's start."

"Seven people in a group, Mrs. Young Master please first?" Zhou Yan laughed.

Smiles coldly, "I'd better invite you first, my queen."

Zhou Yan said, "This is not good, the visitor is a guest."

Leng Sa smiled and said: "I'm afraid the brothers from the 11th Battalion will not have the courage to shoot."

"..." Although you politely call us brother, although you are the daughter-in-law of the eldest son, you still arrogantly make people want to beat you up.

Zhou Yan glanced at the subordinates whose eyes were about to burst into flames, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Then thank you, Mrs. Young Master, for your courtesy."

Smile coldly: "You are polite."

"Did you hear me? The young lady was afraid that it would hit you so that you came first? Why don't you thank the young lady?" Zhou Yan glanced at the people next to him, and didn't mind adding another fire.

"Thank you, Mrs. Young Master!" The nineteen soldiers roared in unison, which sounded less like a thank you and more like a declaration of war.

It started very soon. The seven sharpshooters from the 11th Battalion stepped out first, raised their guns and aimed their guns. After hearing the order of Mao Chunsheng, who was acting as the referee next to him, they fired.

The person who shoots the most in one minute wins. If there are several people with the same number, whoever has the most effective shots wins.

Everyone is using an N-6 pistol produced by the arsenal of the six southern provinces. The effective range can reach 100 meters.

Leng Sa stood aside and watched with interest, and a minute passed quickly.

The sharpshooter of the Eleventh Battalion is indeed not weak. On a night like this, it's not bad for a distance of more than 50 meters.

The soldiers watching the battle cheered, and the atmosphere in the valley became more and more lively.

The staff officer of the 9th Brigade asked with a smile: "Young madam, what do you think of the people in the 11th battalion?"

Smiles coldly: "Very good."

The grades are really good.

The Second Army itself is the most elite of the six southern provinces except the First Army. The Eleventh Battalion is the trump card of the Nine Brigades, and the ones selected here are naturally the most elite among the elites.

General Lu also laughed when he heard the words, "Young Master, who do you think will win the first place tonight?"

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer, but looked up at Leng Sa.

Leng Sa blinked, expressing her gratitude to Mr. Fu for his love.

General Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the young master is very confident in the young lady, Xiao Zhou, do you see it? Be careful, if you lose again, it will not just be a shame for our nine brigade." Heaven can be famous in the whole army, and the speed of gossip in this army is quite astonishing.

Zhou Yan stood at attention and replied, "Yes, traveler!"

One minute for each set, even with the addition of scoring time is fast.

The first two rounds of the talk were over, and it was the last group's turn that included Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

Leng Sa looked at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Deputy Camp Zhou, please?"

"Young lady please."

The seven people walked to a fixed position and stood still. Mao Chunsheng saw that the seven people were ready, and just said, "Start!"

"Bump bump!" The sound of gunfire resounded through the valley again in a split second.

Everyone only saw Leng Sa standing there, raising his hand and shooting as if he didn't need to aim or hesitate at all, and the bottle swaying gently in the breeze not far ahead instantly shattered to the ground.

N-6 has 20 rounds of bullets, and everyone saw Leng Sa emptying one of the magazines at a very fast speed and then changing his face to another to continue.

Whether it's the speed of changing the magazine or the speed of the shot, it's quite astonishing. If it weren't for the constant explosion of bottles ahead, everyone would think she was shooting with her eyes open.

"So fast!" One couldn't help but whisper. They even had the feeling that the gun itself was limiting her speed, which might have been faster otherwise.

When the time is up, the gunfire suddenly stops.

Everyone couldn't help turning their heads to look at Leng Sa, who looked at Zhou Yan a little embarrassedly.

She really didn't come here on purpose.

Soon someone counted the scores, and the two highest in this group were Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

Fifty-two Leng Sa and forty-six Zhou Yan.

However, Leng Sa really only fired fifty-two shots, while Zhou Yan fired fifty.

Leng Sa is not very satisfied with the guy in his hand. It is said that the rate of fire of this thing can reach 100, but in fact Leng Sa thinks that this refers to the most ideal state and regardless of the performance, a slight problem will greatly affect the effect. .

It's not that Leng Sa is dissatisfied with the rate of fire, after all, it's not necessary to pursue the rate of fire of a submachine gun for this kind of defense.

It is said that the effective range is more than 100, but in fact, the bullet starts to float 50 meters away.

Of course, for ordinary people, the distance of the pistol is enough, so most soldiers in the six southern provinces are quite satisfied with it.

Zhou Yan looked at Leng Sa and couldn't help but wipe off a sweat.

This... the distance seems to be a little far away.

Even though Zhou Yan's grades were already the best among the twenty, he was still lower than Leng Sa's in terms of quantity and efficiency.

Although Zhou Yan was shocked, he was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.

Although I was shocked, I readily admitted, "I lost, the young lady is amazing."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "I accept it."

"Continue?" Zhou Yan had an excited look in his eyes. Although he lost to Leng Sa, the excitement of meeting a master was far more important to Zhou Yan than the frustration of losing.

Leng Sa doesn't care either, "Whatever."

Zhou Yan said to the person next to him: "Change the target! Change the gun!"

Soon someone started fiddling, this time not shooting a bottle fifty meters away, but a flag hanging from a tree on a distant hillside.

This time, there were even fewer people participating, including Leng Sa and Zhou Yan, there were only six people in total.

A total of ten flags hang on the hillside, and everyone shoots freely at the same time.

Soon, the six people changed into rifles, and Leng Sa raised his gun to aim this time but did not rush to fire.

With night vision and no scope, it is not easy to hit a target 400 meters away. The flagpole supporting the flag is smaller than the bottle just now. The requirement is to hit the flag down, so it's useless if you hit the flag itself.

The people who dare to stand up at this moment are really people with outstanding talent and strength.

After all, it's hard to say whether people with average vision can see the target clearly, let alone shooting.

The others, like Leng Sa, did not act in a hurry.

Everyone behind them couldn't help but watch the six people with bated breath. No one was as noisy as before for fear of affecting the performance of the six people.

"Bang!" A young man who was two people away from Leng Sa shot first.

However, it was a pity that the shot didn't hit. Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry. The young man was also a little frustrated, but he quickly cheered up and aimed again.

Leng Sa narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

"Bang!"

The flag fell slowly in the darkness.

There was a cheer again in the river valley, and the soldiers of the Eleventh Battalion obviously couldn't care less about me at this moment.

"Bang!" This time it was Zhou Yan.

The sound of gunshot after shot rang out in the river valley, sometimes accompanied by cheers of people, and the once quiet river valley was noisy tonight.

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