Special Forces: Class Reunion, I Parachute In A Tank

At this time, Ling Feng had already fired several shots in a row.

The students in other classes are still aiming.

Hearing the continuous gunshots, he couldn't help but glance over curiously.

This guy is absolutely an idiot who doesn't know how to shoot!

How can anyone stand up and hit a target of 200 meters?

Do you think you are special forces?

But Ling Feng simply ignored their thoughts.

In less than five seconds, Ling Feng had already fired ten bullets from the rifle.

Then he pulled out his pistol and quickly loaded it.

aim.

bang bang bang...

Pistols fire faster.

In less than three seconds, all ten bullets were fired.

As for the students in the other nine classes, up to now, they hadn't fired a single shot.

All the gunshots in the audience belonged to Ling Feng.

In an instant, the whole place was in chaos.

Gao Zhan was so angry that he rushed up and asked Ling Feng, "Ling Feng! What are you doing?"

"Are you shooting?"

"You're wasting bullets!"

"Have you ever shot like this?"

Ling Feng looked puzzled, "Is there anything wrong with shooting like this?"

Gao Zhan held his forehead.

Where did this get recruited from?

Has the leader lost his mind? If such relatives dare to send in, aren't they afraid of smashing the signboard of the national super first-class military university of the National Defense University?

Is there anything wrong?

It's all fucking wrong, right? !

Not to mention that you are shooting a 200-meter target standing up, but if you keep shooting, because of the recoil of the gun, you don't know which bump your bullets are going to fly into.

Gao Zhan suppressed his anger, "Let me ask you, why do you shoot standing up instead of lying down?"

"Does it have to be stipulated to fight on the stomach?" Ling Feng asked back.

"There is no rule. But playing on the stomach is more stable, don't you know?"

"Know."

Ling Feng nodded, "But to me, lying on my stomach and standing are the same."

"And...the weather here is a little humid, and the ground is a little dirty. I'm afraid that if I get down on the ground, my clothes will be dirty and it's not easy to wash. Anyway, the results are the same. Why do you want to get your clothes dirty?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Gao Zhan, but everyone in the company was shown by Ling Feng.

A soldier is actually afraid of getting dirty!

Is this guy indistinguishable?

After a while, you come out with a zero egg, and let everyone in Class 8 accompany you to clean and wash the toilet, so you won't be afraid of getting dirty?

And everyone in class 8 was completely angry!

Is it important whether your clothes are dirty or not, or the honor of the class!

Gao Zhan took a deep breath, he felt that his hand was about to move.

Nima's.

Even when I brought up new recruits in the local army, I was never so angry!

"Then why don't you aim and fire continuously?"

"Don't you know the recoil of rifles and pistols? Can you hit the target like this?"

Ling Feng explained: "I aimed. Moreover, this little recoil has no effect on me."

"At such a short distance, you can fill the circle with just a few hits, so don't worry too much about it."

Lying in a trough!

Hearing Ling Feng's words, the audience erupted instantly!

You can fill the ring with just hitting, do you dare to blow up your awesomeness?

This is a target of 200 meters.

Do you think it is twenty meters?

Even if it's twenty meters, if you hit it at the firing speed you just did, it's not bad if you can pass it!

You two hundred meters, with this firing speed, you still want to hit the full ring!

What the hell are you dreaming and not waking up?

Shall I give you a break, go back to sleep, wake up and say it again?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Gao Zhan laughed back angrily.

At his level, he has never seen such an arrogant soldier.

But it was the first time in this life that someone as arrogant as Ling Feng had no boundaries.

"Aren't you afraid of getting dirty? I'll take a look later. If it's not a full ring, I'll let you climb ten laps around this shooting range!"

"yes."

Ling Feng didn't bother to say anything more.

Let's just look at the results.

Everyone was waiting, when the results came out, Ling Feng's face would be slapped like this.

"Damn it! If duck eggs are cracked, let him clean this time alone!"

The students in Class 8 said angrily.

Soon, the students in the other nine classes also finished playing one after another.

The target ditch also began to report targets.

Start with class one.

Not surprisingly, the last one's score was not much different from that of the previous students, and basically remained in the range of 70 to 85 rings.

And at this time, finally arrived at the eighth class, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

The company commander Gao Zhan's intercom came out with the trembling voice of the target reporter: "Rifle shooting, eighth squad...one hundred rings!"

boom!

When everyone heard this voice, they instantly felt like five thunders were hitting their heads.

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