Chapter 9

Angry eyes, like sharp blade, mixed with the light of fire.

Mo Shang Yun was calm, but in a pair of long and narrow Phoenix eyes, the faint smile and laziness disappeared a little bit, and only a school of austerity remained in the dark eyes.

"Objection?" Ning eyebrow cold eye, ink on Yun a word, clear and cold.

"Yes

A word roared out of everyone's throat, sonorous and forceful, soaring into the sky, almost exhausted all his strength.

Mo shangyun's eyes swept over and saw the angry faces. The anger that imitated the essence of anger came from the gathering layer of strong murderous spirit.

After half a ring, Mo shangyun said, "well, I'll give you two hours to prove it to me."

The people in the line, blinking at the bottom of their eyes, are shocked, but more confidence and ambition!

They're not rookies!

They have the ability!

They can do it!

Therefore, no matter what means Mo shangyun plays, they will die to finish it!

"Two events," continued Mo shangyun, "shooting, pistols, rifles, 20 rounds of ammunition, three positions of exchange; 400 meters obstacle, five times, all based on my results, 10% of the people surpass me, I apologize to all of you."

“……”

At that time, the hostile and angry sight was reduced by half.

More are confused and puzzled.

Based on her score, only 10% of the people can surpass her?

Only 10%?!

It's no more than a dozen people!

She's a girl, she's really so confident?!

Dog day, less than 30%, where are their faces?!

"Come or not?" With his hands around his chest, Mo shangyun raised his eyebrows at them.

"Come on

The roar of one voice almost frightened the next company.

"Company commander long." He turned his head and threw his whistle to Lang Yan. Mo shangyun said, "help to be a judge."

"Good."

Raising his hand to take over the whistle, Lang Yan responded quickly.

As far as the situation is concerned, it is necessary to have a match before the gang of cubs can stop.

But -

he was kind of expecting the kids to lose.

*

since Mo shangyun's achievements are the main ones, Mo shangyun should demonstrate the two events first.

Next to the training ground is the shooting range. When a group of people rush past, the pistols, rifles and two magazines are all ready in advance.

On the open shooting range, the cold wind swept and howled, and the atmosphere was solemn and serious.

Mo shangyun and Lang Yan walk in front of each other. The whole line follows the rear in an orderly manner, even with the same pace.

"Do you want to time it?"

Stop, Lang Yan asked Mo shangyun.

"No

Mo shangyun shrugged his shoulders.

"Well."

Lang Yan nodded.

The line-up behind them stopped one after another. Everyone's expression was heavy, and their eyes fell on Mo shangyun.

In full view of the public, Mo shangyun went to the shooting point.

He took the rifle, loaded the magazine, took aim in the prone position, pulled the safety, and pulled the trigger directly.

Like clouds and flowing water, it can be accomplished in one breath!

"Bang Bang Bang --"

the gunshot sounded deafening.

The onlookers held their breath and watched her shooting action without blinking. The standard posture was like a textbook. Without years of training accumulation, it could not be practiced!

The sound of a gun shot, and the vast open space, whistling through their ears, they do not turn their eyes, but feel tired, some breathless.

With the alternation of lying, kneeling and standing positions, and the exchange of two guns, Mo shangyun did not stop at all and did not even have time to aim. She was only responsible for shooting!

However, in other people's eyes, they are gaping.

Experts know if there is one!

They are all trained with guns. How can they not see the standard of Mo shangyun's movements?!

After half a ring, Mo shangyun, who had finished two magazines, took the gun back.

"Are you and her alumni?"

Lang Yan retreats a few steps, arrives at Lin Qi body side, pick eyebrow to ask a way.

"Report, yes!"

Lin Qi stood at attention and answered clearly.

She made some helpless, Lang Yan sighed and continued to ask, "do you know her?"

"Report, I don't understand!" Lin Qi is still inflexible answer.

After thinking about it, Lang Yan changed his way and asked, "know me?"

"Report, she doesn't know me!"

Lin Qi replied with a straight face.

"Poof."

Lang Yan couldn't help laughing.Slightly Leng, Lin Qi looked at him strangely.

With a restrained look, Lang Yan coughed softly and pretended to be serious. "Just talk about her. What do you know about her?"

Understand the meaning of Lang Yan, Lin Qi thought for a while, and then said, "their college, someone has evaluated her."

"Oh?"

"She's the kind of person who will work as hard as she wants." Lin Qi said, one word at a time.

This is what others think of Mo shangyun.

In fact, she is more inclined to "Mo shangyun is the kind of person who shows the corresponding ability whatever he wants".

In other words, when Mo shangyun rarely or even didn't try her best, she had heard that if she wanted to win a scholarship, even if she had the ability to get full marks in every subject, she would still keep at 90 points.

Of course, it's just hearsay.

Mo shangyun is one of the ten unsolved mysteries of their college.

"So, she didn't do her best?" Lang Yan asked with interest.

"I don't think she's giving full play," Lin Qi said

Lang Yan nodded.

Between the two people talking, the target examiner has recorded the data and comes towards Lang Yan.

On the way past Mo shangyun, he specially stopped and glanced at her with strange eyes.

"Company commander."

The paper for recording data was handed to Lang Yan.

Lang Yan's sight swept over, the fundus of his eyes suddenly showed a color of amazement.

The man who recorded the data took a careful look at him and then quietly backed away.

"Well," Lang Yan folded the piece of paper after scanning twice, and then stepped back two steps. The light from the corner of his eyes glanced at Mo shangyun unconsciously. When he calmed down his sight, he took it back and raised his voice to announce, "190 rings!"

Twenty rounds of bullets, 190 rings, not to mention a hundred hits, on average, is 9.5 rings per shot, which is an extremely excellent result.

You know, five bullets and fifty rings are easy, but with Mo shangyun's speed and posture change, plus the exchange of pistols and rifles, 20 rounds can achieve such a result, which is several grades higher than ordinary people.

But --

as long as it is not 200 rings, it is not insurmountable!

As a result, although these people feel some pressure, but they can play such a result, by no means no one!

"Let's go."

Waving his hand, Lang Yan motioned them to go to the 400 meter barrier.

The whole line, immediately brush and turn around, in a neat and orderly forward step, toward the training ground.

Mo shangyun followed them.

As for Lang Yan, he stood where he was, watching them leave, and then quietly breathed out his breath and opened the paper in his hand.

Twenty bullets, one miss, 190 rings.

A total of 19 shots, all hit 10 rings.

Wipe!

He didn't believe that one shot was not deliberately missed!

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