Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 133 An Unprecedented Coincidence

"Target No. 3, ring 44!"

After the results were announced, there was another uproar at the scene.

The first battalion commander couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Jianduo.

The soldiers of the fourth company cheered.

Zhang Jian is a soldier of the fourth company, which is the honor of the fourth company.

Even Fatty Wei, who has always been in various lanes with Zhang Jian, couldn't help giving a thumbs up at this time and boasted: "Not to mention, this guy's marksmanship is okay."

After finishing speaking, I felt that I still owed something, and added another sentence: "It's a pity that Li Zheng, Li Zheng must be no worse than him."

"Target No. 4..."

The recorder started repeating almost the same words again like a mantra.

The big guy's heart picked up again, and his neck stretched again.

Target No. 4 belongs to Li Zheng.

This is Li Zheng's achievement.

The walkie-talkie in the recorder's hand beeped twice, and then the voice of the target announcer came.

"Target No. 4, ring 44..."

"Wow! What happened!"

This time, the scene exploded.

3 44 rings.

Skillful.

It's no ordinary coincidence.

Even Zhang Wenqing and several division heads were surprised.

"Isn't this what you agreed upon?"

Zhang Wenqing couldn't help laughing.

"Everything is a ring number."

"Target No. 5..."

Then, it was time to announce the results of Zhuang Haoran, the big hit, four in a row and two in a row.

The most nervous person present was Wen Lei.

The palms of my hands were full of sweat, and after rubbing them again and again, they were still wet.

"Damn it..."

Suddenly, a hilarious sentence came out of the walkie-talkie in the recorder's hand.

The recorder held the walkie-talkie and asked the other party: "What's wrong?"

There was silence for a while, as if checking something.

At the end, the walkie-talkie rang: "You won't believe it, it's still 44..."

The recorder is also petrified.

As a shooting range recorder at least a hundred times, 4 consecutive 44 rings, I have never seen it.

"See clearly?"

The recorder is a clerk, so he couldn't help asking.

"Make no mistake."

The target caller at the other end was also a veteran. He felt that his profession was offended, so he directly replied on the walkie-talkie: "If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."

The recorder didn't ask any questions this time, and directly recorded the results on paper.

Next, the results of another soldier from the third battalion were announced.

Fortunately, there were no 44 rings, a 38 ring, and a 39 ring this time.

The three battalions were wiped out.

The third battalion commander's face was darker than that of the black whirlwind Li Kui.

The battalion commander was not happy either.

I thought that I could eliminate other opponents except Zhuang Haoran in one round, but I didn't expect that the two soldiers in this row could also play 44.

He also wanted to say hell.

So I asked Zhang Wenqing: "Deputy teacher, four 4, how to deal with this?"

Zhang Wenqing said, "Let's fight again."

Playing another round, it can't be the same number of rings, right?

So, the remaining 4 soldiers who had hit the 44th ring got down again, with five bullets again.

This time, after the gunfire stopped, everyone craned their necks to wait for the news.

This time, the wait was longer.

For 5 minutes, there was no movement from the target announcer.

Everyone was a little anxious and began to speculate.

"Is there a mistake, it takes so long to report a target?"

"Yes, it's not a baby, the baby is born!"

"Could it be another wrong target?"

All kinds of speculation are flying in the sky.

Zhang Wenqing, the deputy division commander, was also full of doubts, and called a soldier to ask what was going on.

The soldier ran all the way towards the target trench.

When I got to the target, I saw several target announcers gathered around the target and looked at it again and again, watching one after another.

"What's the matter with you! It's been so long since I've reported the target, the deputy commander asked me to ask what you guys are doing!"

Several target announcers turned their heads, and one of them pointed at the target and made a gesture of please.

"Come and see for yourself."

The old soldier frowned and walked up to the target. After seeing it, he was dumbfounded...

The ring number was finally announced through the walkie-talkie.

"Target No. 2, 45..."

"Target No. 3, 45..."

"Target No. 4, 45..."

"Target No. 5, 45..."

……

The whole place was silent.

Holding the walkie-talkie, the recorder couldn't bear it after listening to the target report, and asked again: "Are you sure the number of rings is okay?!"

"No problem!" The target reporter looked a little irritable: "The deputy division commander has sent someone to look over, why don't you come over and look by yourself?"

The recorder was stunned for a moment, and then began to record the results again, cursing again while recording: "Today is really a hell."

Twice in a row, 4 people and 4 targets, the same number of rings.

Zhang Wenqing has led troops for many years, and today is an eye-opener.

"Isn't there something wrong with the gun?" He couldn't help laughing, and turned around to joke with several battalion commanders: "Say, do you still want to fight?"

Of course, the first battalion commander refused to admit defeat. He had full confidence in Li Yunpeng and said loudly, "Of course we will fight! There can only be one number one."

Zhang Wenqing asked Liang Hu, the commander of the Second Battalion, "What do you think?"

Liang Hu said: "I do whatever I want."

The commander of the third battalion didn't need to ask, he made his own statement: "My soldiers are all eliminated, I don't care how I decide."

When Zhang Wenqing was thinking about another round, Li Yunpeng, who was shooting on the ground, raised his hand.

"report!"

The on-site commander looked up and asked, "Say!"

Li Yunpeng looked around, looked at the other three opponents, mustered up his courage, and said his thoughts loudly: "I request to increase the difficulty!"

The on-site commander asked: "What difficulty do you want to increase?"

Li Yunpeng said: "I want to hit a moving target! It's no fun to hit a fixed target!"

His words, like a grenade thrown among the crowd, exploded with a bang, shocking many people.

Even the veterans are not calm.

200 meters moving target?
This is really interesting.

The commander asked again: "You mean the moving target of the 200-meter breast ring target?"

Li Yunpeng's voice was still full of confidence: "Yes! That's right! Because the enemies on the battlefield are not dead, they are alive, and they won't stand there for you to aim at!"

The commander felt that what the recruit said made sense, but he couldn't make a decision about this kind of thing, so he turned and ran to Zhang Wenqing.

"Deputy Commander Zhang, the recruit at target position 2 has made a request. He wants to shoot a moving target."

The smile on Zhang Wenqing's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by surprise: "200-meter moving target? Are you talking about a boutonniere target or a bust target?"

The commander replied: "He meant the breast ring. He said that the enemy on the battlefield is alive and will not stand there and let himself shoot."

Zhang Wenqing stood up and said, "Okay!"

He personally came to the shooting ground, looked at the four recruits, and swept over each of them with approval and pride in his eyes.

"Have you all heard that? He proposed to hit a 200-meter moving target. How many of you agree?"

Zhuang Haoran knew the difficulty of this rule, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I agree!"

Zhang Jian saw that Zhuang Haoran agreed, how could he admit defeat, even if there was a sea of ​​fire in front of him, he would jump down at this moment.

"I agree!"

Zhang Wenqing asked Li Zheng, "What about you?"

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