Chapter 335

"Come on! It's a mule or a horse. Let's take it out for a walk

Ye Feng patted the 82 bars in his hand, and looked at Liu Feng with reluctance to show weakness: "but drillmaster Liu, you have to keep your word. If I play better than you in a distance far away than you, you can remember to fulfill the bet."

"Don't worry."

Liu Feng disdained to wave his hand and said: "you don't have to play better than me. As long as you can shoot at the target, I will eat all the shells without saying a word!"

He sneered in his heart. The boy is so crazy that he can hit a target one kilometer away with the 82nd bar. He wants to be better than himself. First hit the target and then blow the bull.

"No, I don't like to bully people. I'll win only if I get a better result than you one kilometer away. But you'd better pray to God now, so that the old man can take advantage of my ten shots to change you a tooth that can bite a steel core bullet

Ye Feng a smile, and then to Nie Qingwu stretched out his hand, way: "Nie drillmaster, give me a new magazine."

Nie Qingwu also wanted to see if ye Feng had this ability. After hesitating for a moment, he handed the magazine to Ye Feng, and then held the walkie talkie to inform the reporter that he had moved the target to a kilometer away.

At this time, after hearing the news, the students of other classes also looked at the shooting range one after another.

And the other group of instructors, when they heard that Ye Feng was going to challenge the target a thousand meters away with the 82nd bar, they were all shocked. Their hearts said that the boy was really crazy, and his hide was almost blown to the sky.

A thousand meters away, the target paper has turned into a small black shadow. It is extremely difficult to reach the target, let alone to achieve better results than Liu Feng, the well-known marksman of the whole army.

Shocked, all instructors with students around the shooting range, intending to see the excitement.

The target was quickly set up, and the target paper 1000 meters away looked only the size of the nail plate.

1000 meters. Can this be done?

Looking at the target paper, and then at Ye Feng, Nie Qingwu's eyes flashed a touch of curiosity.

Although it is not easy to know Ye Feng, she really doubts that this guy can hit the target.

As for the rest of the instructors, they have been shaking their heads, saying that this is an impossible thing.

Even a real sniper can't shoot more than 90 rings from 1000 meters away with the 82 bar rifle.

Let alone Ye Feng this guy is the first time to touch a gun, is a real novice.

Even they all set Ye Feng as a negative example, warning the freshmen not to be as ambitious as this guy. As soon as they touch the gun, they dream of becoming a sharpshooter.

"It's not too late for you to regret now. Just apologize and I can end the farce."

Liu Feng holds his hands in front of his chest, looking at Ye Feng complacently, sneering.

"If it's a farce, I'll see later."

Ye Feng makes a quiet voice, then lies down on the ground, puts the butt of the gun against his shoulder, throws his internal force into his eyes, and constantly corrects the angle according to his keen judgment.

"A waste of bullets..."

Looking at his appearance, Liu Feng shrugs his shoulders and disdains his face.

Bang!

But before he finished speaking, Ye Feng quickly pulled the trigger and shot out.

The bullet flew at a high speed, taking all the hearts in the field into the air.

No one knows what the final result of this shot will be. But as far as they feel, the most likely miss is.

One kilometer away, the target paper can no longer be seen, and only the reporter can give back the information.

Shasha

A shot was fired, and after a pause, a burst of radio noise came out of Nie Qingwu's walkie talkie.

Hum!

Liu Feng shrugged his shoulders in disdain, as if he knew what the result was without listening to the content.

It's a joke for a novice to challenge a target 1000 meters away!

"One hit, ten rings!"

After a brief silence, the voice of the target was obviously full of excitement from the walkie talkie.

Hit it!

Ten rings!

The crowd is boiling, all people's eyes brush to gather on Ye Feng's body.

No one could have thought that Ye Feng could be shot with this shot, not to mention the score of ten rings.

They can't believe that their ears, a freshman just touching a gun, can hit ten rings a thousand meters away!

This is no longer unimaginable can describe, but a true miracle!

Bang!

But at the moment, Ye Feng did not pay attention to the noise and shock of the outside world, calmly pulled the trigger again.

The clear and crisp gunfire, one after another, like fried beans!

The ten shots were soon over, the scene was as silent as death, and everyone was waiting for the final result from the announcer.

It must not exceed 90 rings. His first shot must be a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!Liu Feng's face has no previous arrogance, only uneasy and uneasy, he kept praying in his heart, hoping that Ye Feng's first shot was only hit by mistake, and the last nine shots had better miss the target.

"Report to Nie team, ten shots on target, and one hundred rings accumulated! The brothers all want to come to see the sharpshooter and hope Nie team will approve it! "

A moment later, there was an excited voice from the radio.

Ten shots, ten rings!

"God, my ears are OK, is that true?"

"A new record is born! One thousand meters and one hundred rings. It seems that our old eight and two bars can still serve for a few more years. "

There was an incredible feeling from the instructor.

As they said, 1000 meters, 100 rings, this is a new record.

It is the most brilliant brilliance of the eight two bars, which has a different complex for the Chinese army.

In addition to Wang Zihao, who wanted to find his self-esteem while shooting, and his friends, all the freshmen who came to the military training base to participate in military training cheered and jumped.

Ye Feng played such a result, is no longer a person's pride, but belongs to their group of Freshmen's pride.

Yes, he did!

Liu Feng looks as if dead gray, murmurs unceasingly, looks at the target paper kilometer away, returns slowly but God.

One thousand meters, a new record that he had been dreaming of but could not touch, was actually achieved by Ye Feng.

Such a cruel reality is hard for him to accept.

"I want to see the target paper!"

Finally, Liu Feng shook his hands to Nie Qingwu.

Nie Qingwu sighed. She knew that Liu Feng was dying, but she still said to the radio target: "you can come here and bring the target paper."

After a while, the reporter came, along with them, and the paper.

At the center of the ten rings of the target paper, the holes shot by the ten bullets are clearly visible.

The broken bullet hole, like a big mouth, in the merciless ridicule of Liu Feng.