Sister, you miss me

Shooting is a multiple test of a person's talent, technology, perseverance, physical ability, and psychology. At the same time, it also consumes a lot of bullets.

Which sharpshooter was not fed with bullets?

Sun Desheng was in the barracks all day, and someday he would not waste thousands of bullets. He didn't believe that Yang Feng had this convenience.

If he fails in fighting, he wants to save face in shooting.

"And me, Huang He." said a guy with naturally yellow hair.

"Lan Xiang." He was another big man, only a finger shorter than Sun Desheng.

"Xin Dongfang." This guy is thin and tall, and wears a pair of glasses.

The names of these guys are very strange. After they reported their home, they laughed at the scene.

But it seems to have no effect on them, it seems to be used to it.

Yang Feng was somewhat interested in this Xin Dongfang. As a member of the Excalibur Bureau, he was wearing glasses. Could it be that he was a technical soldier. Perhaps, there was something extraordinary.

After the four people signed up, the others wanted to come quietly. Yang Feng estimated that these four people were the best in marksmanship.

Next, Nie Kangtian's words confirmed Yang Feng's judgment.

Nie Kangtian said: "Sun Desheng, Huang He, Lan Xiang, and Xin Dongfang are the best marksman among you. Today, the target for the competition is the knife target."

As soon as Nie Kangtian said this, the scene took a breath.

Broken knife target, even in the international special forces competition, is a very difficult project.

The four of Sun Desheng looked at each other, their expressions a little complicated.

On the other hand, Yang Feng was expressionless.

At this time, a soldier said to Nie Kangtian: "Boss, if they can't even hit, how can the winner be determined?"

"Keep playing until the winner is determined."

what?

Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, but Nie Kangtian did not expect to give such a powerful explanation.

Not long after, everyone came to the shooting range.

Only five people participated in the competition, but the audience exceeded a hundred people. In addition, there were also gunmen reporting targets. In short, the entire military camp was in action.

The five people each received a domestic 95-type sniper rifle, and the target was a target one kilometer away.

Five people skillfully disassembled the guns into parts, then quickly assembled them and loaded the bullets.

The broken knife target is like this: the bullet hits it, and the bullet is to be split apart by the blade, and at the same time, two equal semicircles are left in the bullseye.

The five people all lay down, took aim, and waited for Nie Kangtian's order.

At this moment, a strong wind blew in the camp.

The wind was blowing in the sand, blowing the big guy's face, all eyes could not even be opened.

Sun Desheng turned his head and shouted, "Boss, how can you fight this? Let's find time to compare!"

Before the words fell, Yang Feng's gun went off.

Everyone instinctively breathed.

How can such a gale hit a target thousands of meters away?No matter how strong the computing power is, no matter how much compensation is given, it won't work.You know, the sudden gale is also an extremely unstable factor.

Who did this kid named Yang Feng think he was, so he rashly shot?

Moreover, Yang Feng fired only one shot, then dropped the sniper rifle, as if he had completed the task, got up and retreated to Nie Kangtian.

Sun Desheng's mouth moved. Seeing that Nie Kangtian hadn't expressed his opinion, he had to ask: "Boss..."

"Shoot! There is so much nonsense. If you are not as skilled as people, just say that once you are on the battlefield, is it because of the bad weather conditions that you stop fighting?"

Sun Desheng was also aggrieved by Nie Kangtian's reprimand.

The four exchanged glances, and all smiled bitterly.

Forget it, just hit it, no matter what the result is, finish the bullet first.

They even forgot that Yang Feng just shot.

And the five of them have all shot their magazines.

When they stood up one by one, the wind stopped.

God seemed to be joking with them.

Sun Desheng immediately raised his hand to report: "Boss, let us have another wave, or one shot will work."

Nie Kangtian smiled faintly, "Wait a minute, report the target first."

The military jeep screamed and rushed to a kilometer away, and soon went back and forth, bringing back a target.

Nie Kangtian frowned and said, "Why, only one piece?"

At this moment, no one knows which target this is.

The soldier replied: "Report to the general that only one target has a bullet hole."

The four of Sun Desheng looked at each other, still guessing who hit the target by mistake and hit the target.

At this time, the soldier directly erected the target in his hand.

It turned out to be the "1" number, and just in the bullseye, there are two regular semicircles.

The scene was silent.

This target belongs to Yang Feng. In other words, Yang Feng completed the most difficult project in the International Special Forces Competition with a single bullet in the wind and sand just now?

This, why is this so hard to believe?

After a long while, Sun Desheng opened his mouth and said: "This luck is also great!"

"Yes, yeah, I should buy a lottery ticket."

"..."

Others were ready to agree, but they felt Nie Kangtian's cold eyes.

Nie Kangtian screamed: "Incompetence is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you can't face your own weaknesses. Such a person is a proud soldier on the battlefield, and the proud soldier will lose!"

Sun Desheng pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Nie Kangtian sneered: "I know you are not convinced, so let's give you a chance and do it again."

"Yeah."

The four of them nodded.

Nie Kangtian added: "But Xiaofeng doesn't have to fight, it depends on your level."

"Oh." Sun Desheng replied, and immediately said again: "Boss, there is no wind now, even if we hit, we won't be able to win."

Nie Kangtian couldn't laugh or cry: "Even if you hit it, it's not a victory, but let's play it first."

The four quickly changed their magazines and aimed at their targets.

It's so immortal, the strange wind blew again.

The wind and sand were too big, my eyes couldn't be opened, and the guns were all shaken. If they were hit, blue smoke would appear from the ancestral grave.

Sun Desheng felt bitter in the hearts of the four of them, and this time they were going to shoot anyway.

Boom, boom...

The sparse gunfire sounded.

The four of them slapped up their magazines and got up unhappy, obviously not hopeful that they could hit the target.

This time the wind lasted for a long time, and there was no sign of stopping for a while.

Nie Kangtian ordered to report to the target immediately.The soldier went back and forth, empty-handed, shook his head with a wry smile, and reported: "General, I have been looking for it for a long time, and no bullet hole was found on the four targets."

"Damn, luck is too bad."

The four of Sun Desheng exchanged glances and said in unison.

Nie Kangtian couldn't bear it. He went up like lightning, one person and one foot, all in the fart and stock.

"Boss, be gentle, it hurts."

The four of them complained together, obviously not afraid of the immediate boss.

Nie Kangtian also couldn't laugh or cry: "You four clubs, you don't have five people and six people on weekdays. You look like the old man and the second man. What's wrong with you today?"

Sun Desheng scratched his head: "So, boss, isn't there an objective reason for this! God is not beautiful!"

The Yellow River Gang said: "Yes, yeah, if Zhuge Liang can't borrow Dongfeng, Cao Cao will not be defeated by Chibi."

Lan Xiang said: "It can be seen that God is often unhappy and can determine the course of history."

Xin Dongfang set up his glasses, but did not speak up after all. Perhaps because he was an intellectual, he was really embarrassed to talk nonsense with his eyes open.

"Shut up!" Nie Kangtian cursed, "You have repeatedly looked for objective reasons, and have repeatedly avoided the main problem, that is, you are not good at learning and your skills are not as good as others, and you are incompetent."

Sun Desheng fought weakly: "Boss, we are out of luck."

Nie Kang's eyes were violently open by the weather, and one hand was red.

Sun Desheng was shocked: "Boss, don't get angry, I'm your soldier!" He was indeed shocked, how can Nie Kangtian's red sand palms be able to contend.

"Boss, in fact, if we want to convince us, there is another way, that is, let Team Yang make another shot."

Xin Dongfang, who hadn't spoken all the time, hit the key when he opened his mouth.

Yang Feng smiled slightly, this person is indeed not simple, his mind is very calm, and his thinking is very clear.

The wind and sand dancing at the scene intensified, if it weren't for Nie Kangtian here, he hadn't given an order, I'm afraid the soldiers would have fled back to the barracks.

After Xin Dongfang finished speaking, everyone looked at Yang Feng.

Nie Kangtian was not good at scolding any more, and said to Yang Feng, "Xiaofeng, look...Of course, you can refuse."

"Just one question." Yang Feng smiled and said, "Is the wind strong enough now?"

Xin Dongfang frowned and nodded when he saw Yang Feng's appearance on his chest, "Not smaller than before."

"Reload."

Yang Feng gave an order that some soldiers had changed the magazine for the sniper rifle. However, what was puzzling was that Yang Feng asked to change four guns.

"Look at it clearly, I only fight once."

Yang Feng walked over, raised the gun with one hand, standing without support, the gunshot sounded.

Regardless of the result, Yang Feng fired the next bullet to the No. 3 target.

By analogy, Yang Feng fired four shots in one breath, still ignoring the results, and went straight back to Nie Kangtian.

Strange to say, the gunfire fell and the wind stopped.

The soldier who reported the target didn't need to order, so he drove over.

In the blink of an eye, he carried back four targets.

Everyone saw that they were so obedient, all four targets were hit.

This time, the big guys looked at Yang Feng like a monster.

Nie Kangtian is always comforting, so he can't help his husband.

It took a long time for Sun Desheng to put the fallen chin back, and then said uncertainly: "Boss, I have a doubt."

"Fart, let go."

"This is what you did in advance."

Before Nie Kangtian said much, Sun Desheng felt countless scornful gazes. He immediately knew that he had failed to speak. Such remarks showed that he could not afford to lose and would be looked down upon.

Nie Kangtian shook his head and shouted loudly, "Who else is not convinced?"

No one answered.

Nie Kangtian raised his head to look at the sky. The gusty wind just screamed, but now the sky is high and the sky is still strangely hot.

However, it does not affect the fighter performance.

"The last project, fighter jet fancy flying, do you have anyone participating?"

Nie Kangtian said.

The soldiers on the scene looked at each other. In this case, Team Yang is really a multi-talented king.

Moreover, the flying technology must not be mixed with the slightest fake. If you are not careful, your life will be explained.

After a full minute, no one signed up.

Nie Kangtian shook his head: "One generation is not as good as one generation!"

"I'm coming." Xin Dongfang stepped forward, resting his eyes, and said lightly.

The big guy suddenly got his spirits. In the Excalibur Game, Xin Dongfang's flying skills had to be second, and no one was ashamed to say that he was first.

Besides flying airplanes, Xin Dongfang is also a master of drone sports. Of course, his drones are assembled and debugged by himself.

In a word, this guy is either flying in actual combat or flying in simulation. It can be described as extremely rich in flying experience.

Here is a good show.