"There are forty rounds in total. Toss the head or tail of the silver to determine who will shoot first." The chief referee explained the rules.

Chen Tianhua is most familiar with mounted shooting. Over the years, he has become very good at mounted shooting in actual combat. In his previous life, he had been practicing flying saucers and moving targets, and he could shoot fast. Therefore, the more bullets, the better for him.

However, twenty-five paper balloons, a distance of 200 meters, and forty bullets are enough, and may not be used up.

In a confrontational shooting competition, the one who shoots last often has to bear greater psychological pressure.

Therefore, Chen Tianhua wanted to fight first, but Death Eye knew this better.

Two people toss silver coins to decide who will hit first.

Chen Tianhua's luck was not good enough, and he lost to the Eye of Death in the Silver Toss. He could only prepare and fight later.

Five riders, acting as moving targets, stood on the starting line with their horses, with a horizontal distance of five meters between each horse.

At the beginning of the race, the horse accelerates when it bursts out. After entering forty or fifty meters, the horse runs at a constant speed. Because it is not a horse racing competition and does not require full sprint, the rider will gallop the horse to run at a constant speed until the finish line.

Gunners usually start shooting after they have passed 40 meters, because it is easy to aim and shoot only when running at a constant speed.

Another very important point is that the gunman's own horse should keep basically the same uniform speed as the rider, so that the hit rate of sideways shooting in a line is high.

To achieve this, it requires tacit cooperation between the gunner and the war horse. The war horse must run as evenly and smoothly as possible, which is what people often call "the unity of man and horse."

It sounds like a few words, but in reality it’s very difficult. It doesn’t take a day to freeze three feet.

After the riders and gunners were in place, the referee yelled:

"Now take your places!"

"Bang…"

With the sound of a gunshot, five riders rushed forward like arrows.

The Death Eye in the shooting position is riding a maroon Japanese horse. He also urges the horse to keep up, trying to be in line with the leading horse.

After forty meters, he immediately raised his gun and started shooting.

"Bang…"

After a gunshot, a cloud of red mist erupted over the head horse rider, which was the fragments of red paper balloons scattered in the air after being hit.

Immediately afterwards, Death Eye continuously pulled the bolt and shot.

"Bang…"

"..."

Two hundred meters is very fast for a running war horse. Instead of sprinting at full strength, it is completed at a constant speed, which is only about 25 seconds.

This requires too much rapid fire for the shooter, who basically doesn't have time to aim, and relies entirely on his own muscle memory and subconscious actions.

Death Eye fired a total of six shots, with an average of one shot every four seconds. The rate was very high. His results in the first round were quite good, with four hits and only one balloon missing.

The five riders in the second group were already on the starting line, and Chen Tianhua also rode into the shooting position.

Chen Er, Gu Zhunian, and dozens of their team members who were more than thirty meters away from him couldn't help shouting: "Young Master, come on!"

They actually called it the big name of the past.

Li Xinghong on the side quickly waved his hand to ask everyone to quiet down.

With the referee's command and the sound of a gun, the competition began.

Chen Tianhua also jumped out of the horse and immediately raised his gun to shoot.

"Bang...bang..."

After the two gunshots, none of the red paper balloons on the five riders were broken and were still flying in the wind.

Maybe it was because he was unfamiliar with the venue, or it should be said that the war horses were not familiar with the venue environment, or the cooperation was not tacit, but Chen Tianhua's first two shots actually missed.

The scene could only be described as horrific. Everyone was silent for a moment. The members of the third association even covered their eyes with their hands in regret.

The only people present at the scene were the proud expression of the Death Eye and the cold arcs hanging from the corners of the Japanese instructors' mouths.

"Bang…"

"Bang…"

"..."

Later, Chen Tianhua fired five shots in a row, hitting only two balloons.

In this round of results, Chen Tianhua fired seven times in a row, with an average of one shot every three and a half seconds. His gun speed was fast, but he only hit two. Three other balloons followed the rider across the finish line.

Back at the starting line, Death Eye and Chen Tianhua looked at each other, both trying to put psychological pressure on the other.

The second round has begun.

Death Eyes rode his horse again and stood in the shooting position, holding his head high and full of confidence.

As the starting gun sounded, he and the riders started running almost at the same time, followed by a burst of gunfire.

The ending is as beautiful as the first time, in the fourth grade.

Chen Tianhua ignored the cheers of the Japanese personnel and the contemptuous looks they cast.

He did not rest and look around, but kept galloping back and forth outside the shooting line. He wanted his big dark horse to adapt to the venue and surrounding environment of this flag camp campus as soon as possible.

"Old Hei, it's up to you to do your best, old man!" He lowered his head and kissed the big black horse's cheek with his own face.

"Huh...huh..." The big dark horse finally responded. He is very understanding of human nature.

Speaking of this big dark horse, it is very legendary and has great military achievements. In the past few years, I have followed Chen Tianhua since the bandit suppression in the winter of that year. I have experienced countless battles, big and small, and has truly come from the bloody storm.

Miraculously, when they were attacked at Yamawangpo that year, the big black horse carried its owner into the forest. Later, in order to avoid the enemy's pursuit, Chen Tianhua let go of the big black horse and let it find its own way.

Unexpectedly, a month later, the big black horse walked out of the forest on his own and found the New Army barracks.

For a time, the legendary story of the big dark horse and its owner Chen Tianhua became a topic of conversation among the people in the Meiguang Autonomous Region.

Today, the big black horse actually has his own difficulties. He is used to running on rugged mountain roads in the mountains and forests. The riding and shooting range at the Huaikan training base is also built on a hilly area and is not as flat as the flag camp.

But I'm not used to it.

It was time for Chen Tianhua's second round to begin. He rode steadily to the shooting position, ready to face a new round of tests.

This time, the scene was completely silent. Chen Er, Gu Zhunian and other team members did not cheer Chen Tianhua any more.

Because what shooting competition requires is not excitement, but extreme calmness.

Everyone present was a shooting expert, and no one would put any psychological pressure on him at this time.

"Ready... Bang..." As soon as the command was given, several horses and arrows were shot out.

Facing the strong wind, the long black braid flying high behind the head was wrapped around the black horse and galloped away.

I saw Chen Tianhua put a little force on his waist, stepped on the horse stirrups with his feet, stood upright on the horse's back, and lifted his buttocks slightly into the air.

At this time, the big black horse was running more smoothly, and it clearly felt that its owner was about to shoot.

In the strong wind, I saw Chen Tianhua holding his spear flat, followed by a low roar.

With a "bang...", the bullet shot out of the air.

"Bang...bang..."

"..."

He didn't hesitate at all, and fired rapidly, six times in total. The red mist burst out one after another in the sky, and he began to regain his feeling.

After crossing the finish line, he stroked the big black horse's huge head with his hand, blew into the barrel of the gun, and looked up at the results.

The flag bearer's triangular red flag waved a total of five times, a grand slam of five.

"Wow..."

Amidst the cheers of everyone, this time it was Death Eyes who was nervous.
Chapter completed!