"How did this Bai Yi do it?"

"Is that still a shell gun? How is it more stable than a left-handed Browning?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I would never have believed that a shell gun could hit accurately like this!"

"No, there must be a trick to this. It will be over later, and I have to go and ask Bai Yi for advice..."

Zhao Zhen, who was so close, was not the only one who was surprised. The people watching around him were also impressed. Naturally, they could see the horror of Bai Yi's left-hand shell gun. Even before Bai Yi finished shooting, there were already a lot of comments around him.

Those who were shocked, surprised, envious, jealous, and many who were waiting for the end of asking for advice, all of them, had long ago thrown Zhao Zhen's superb marksmanship into a corner.

No matter how good Zhao Zhen's marksmanship is, it is not as shocking as Bai Yi's. Even if the target is slightly worse, it doesn't matter. After all, subversive things are always more eye-catching than ordinary things, even if

Traditional things have been pushed to the extreme, but they are still no match for the disruptive new things, not to mention that Bai Yi's shooting accuracy is not bad either.

"Bo Yi...he actually..."

Just as everyone was talking about it, Lao Zheng and Lao He in the crowd were dumbfounded looking at Bai Yi's calm shooting posture, with his mouth open and unable to say a word. Thinking about it, he was shaking his head and saying

Bai Yi was trying to hold on, he was young, and he was going to suffer a loss, but he didn't expect that they would just fire back and slap all his words back unchanged.

At this moment, Lao Zheng and Lao He only felt that their faces were burning, but they were glad that they were just commenting in private and did not really confront Bai Yi, otherwise their old faces would really be lost to their grandma's house.

Lao Zheng and Lao He still had a chance to be lucky, but Zhao Zhen didn't even have a chance.

Seeing that everyone around him was turning their attention to Bai Yi, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but secretly regret it. He thought that when he first met Bai Yi, he was planning to introduce a competition mechanism among the technicians and let Bai Yi compete with Master Zhan.

However, he did not expect that the world is unpredictable. After Master Zhan encountered a wall in the maintenance of steam boilers, he started to behave with his tail between his legs.

Even though his apprentices came out to fight against the injustice, Master Zhan never faced Bai Yi directly. It was good for him, because Li Jinglin ran up to the front desk regardless of it and confronted Bai Yi. It would be okay if he won, but now,

Bai Yi's shot with the shell gun leveled directly eclipsed all his proud marksmanship!

But regrets are regrets, but Zhao Zhen is not completely desperate. Bai Yi's shell gun is very impressive, but the Browning in his left hand is not very good, and there are even some problems, not to mention that the one he is blocking is Browning himself.

In addition, the final victory or defeat is determined by the number of targets. Zhao Zhen is still very confident in this regard. After all, his reputation as a sharpshooter is not just for show.

"Bang~bang~"

Just when regret and hope were intertwined in Zhao Zhen's mind, Bai Yi had already fired the last two bullets. Seeing this, Zhao Zhen's energy suddenly spiked, and his ears stood up high, waiting for the target reporter's results.

Report, a moment later, the target reporter's shout faintly spread throughout the shooting range: "Chief Bai, ten bullets, 80 rings, excellent!"

"Ten rounds of bullets, 80 rings, haha, it missed the target, it definitely missed the target!" After hearing this result, Zhao Zhen, who was suppressed by Bai Yi's shell gun shooting skills before, immediately jumped up excitedly: "The Browning on Bai Yi's left hand just shook.

Two hits, those two hits definitely missed the target, I can guarantee that, I can guarantee it with a human head!"

"Chief Zhao is right, there are indeed two Browning bullets missing from the target!"

As if to verify Zhao Zhen's statement, the target reporter immediately reported the situation truthfully. After hearing this, Zhao Zhen laughed even more excitedly. His score was 98 rings, and Bai Yi's score was 80 rings. The same was true.

Excellent, but the gold content is very different. All his bullets hit the target, but two of Bai Yi's bullets missed the target. You must know that for a gun shooter, missing the target is the most shameful thing.

No matter how good the other bullets are, they will be overshadowed by the miss of one bullet, let alone two rounds. Now that Bai Yi's Browning pistol has missed the target, no matter how good his shell gun is.

Unable to cover up the shame of missing the target, Zhao Zhen's previous gloomy expression was swept away, and his head was raised high, like a victorious rooster.

However, the people around him sighed with regret, even Lao Zheng and Lao Ge. They had been impressed by Bai Yi's previous marksmanship, but they didn't expect that in the end, something went wrong with Browning.

You must know that it doesn't matter to Zhao Zhen no matter how good the shell gun is. What he is staring at is Browning.

In fact, this is indeed the case. After going around in this way, isn't it just to prove that Bai Yi has tampered with the Browning M1903 pistol? Now the fact that it missed the target is right in front of us, even if Bai Yi opens his mouth another 10,000 times.

, what else can be said?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen cleared his throat. He was just about to explain why Li Jinglin was artificially failed because of Bai Yi's miss and his own reality, but he didn't expect it. Before he could speak, a commanding tone came out.

There was a blast in his ears: "Er Niu, open your bull's eyes wide and take a look. Did I miss the target?"

Zhao Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that it was actually Bai Yi, who was ordering the target reporter in the distance as if nothing had happened. Looking at the nonchalant face, Zhao Zhen's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He remembered that he had repaired four

When working on the steam boiler in workshop No. 1, Bai Yi had such an indifferent attitude. As a result...

As if to prove Zhao Zhen's thoughts, before his thoughts were over, the soldier Niu Er, who was carefully checking the target, suddenly exclaimed "Ah~~", and then shouted incredulously with a broken gong voice.

: "'Chuan Tanghulu', 'Chuan Tanghulu', yes, it's 'Chuan Tanghulu'!"

Niu Er shouted, then stretched out his hand as if picking up a treasure, put the target that Bai Yi had just hit on his shoulder, turned around and ran back with his thighs open, shouting as he ran: "Chief Bai hit one"

Sugar-coated haws on a stick'!"

People around them rushed forward one after another. When they saw the target, almost everyone took a breath. Although the 7.65mm bullets of the Browning M1903 pistol and the 7.63mm bullets of the shell gun were not much different in caliber, they were different in caliber.

The bullet holes on the target can still be distinguished.

The dense number of bullet holes within the 10th ring is nothing. The key is that the two 7.65mm bullet holes on the upper left and lower right have a clear semicircular extension. It is obviously caused by bullets entering the same bullet hole.

In the local dialect of Northeast China, it is called "candied haws on a stick".

If that's all, it's okay. It's not unusual for someone with good marksmanship to shoot a "candied haws on a stick", but the problem is that the 7.65mm bullets and 7.63mm bullets are intertwined on Bai Yi's target.

Easily thread two different bullets together.

But Bai Yi accurately found the position of the 7.65mm bullet hole in the chaotic bullet holes, and used the same bullet to pass through it. Such prediction ability and accurate control level simply surpassed that of a sharpshooter.

The scope has reached an unattainable height. Even Zhao Zhen, who achieved excellent results in the competition, will be eclipsed in front of such marksmanship.

Because of this, when everyone turned back to look at Bai Yi, the regret and doubt in their eyes disappeared, leaving only deep admiration. However, among the many eyes, there was another look of despair, which was different.

Unlike others, its owner is none other than Zhao Zhen, the head of the technical section who instigated this competition.

He spared a big circle and prepared to let Bai Yi jump into the pit with his unparalleled marksmanship. However, he found that after the pit was dug, it was not Bai Yi who jumped in, but himself. He lost, badly.

Thoroughly, even the marksmanship he was proud of became useless in the face of Bai Yi's flat shot with the shell gun and Browning's "candied haws of sugar".

Only then did he understand why Bai Yi had such a tone of being a master giving advice to ordinary people when he was shooting targets. It was not because of others, but because he really had that ability. It was ridiculous that he actually wanted to challenge him, but it was ridiculous.

Afterwards, a strong feeling of unwillingness surged into his heart. He had attributes

Because of his pride, he couldn't let Li Jinglin look down on him. Even if he lost, he still had to fight for a breath, so Zhao Zhen's eyes narrowed and he shouted at Bai Yi: "You have such shooting skills, why do you still need to fight?"

You were timid in the big competition half a year ago, why don't you compete in the last one with dignity?"

"I was a reconnaissance staff officer at the time and was sent by the Wild Division to perform terrain survey tasks south of the South-Manchuria Railway. Otherwise, if I had participated, do you think you would have achieved such good results?"

Bai Yi didn't hide anything and retorted directly. Then he threw the Browning M1903 pistol in his hand towards Zhao Zhen and continued: "It turns out that there is nothing wrong with this gun and its accuracy is very good. If you can't get good results, just

Can you blame yourself for not being good at shooting?"

Zhao Zhen almost subconsciously picked up the thrown pistol, and his slightly dark face was filled with burning pain. Bai Yi was obviously talking about Li Jinglin, but he was not talking about him anymore. One of them hit "skewered sugar haws", while the other

Another shot hit the 8th ring, who was better and worse was judged.

Ashamed, Zhao Zhen wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but before he could find a suitable crack, a cold voice penetrated the crowd and landed on Bai Yi: "If you use a modified firearm, you can win

If I compete, I will improve my marksmanship to a level that no one can match. Can I understand that if I also have a modified gun with outstanding performance, I can also be a sharpshooter? Chief Bai, do you think that is right?

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Chapter completed!