Offstage, Fu Haitang's palms were sweaty as she held Jiang Yuman's hand, "Sister-in-law, I'm nervous."

"Don't be nervous,"

Xiang Lifeng came over at some point and said, "Since Fu Jingchen participated in this project, the gold medal has always been in the 22nd Division."

When he said this, his feelings of admiration were more than complicated.

He can win the gold medal in weighted cross-country shooting every season, and can also lead the Shenfeng Battalion he formed to win the first place in the group for two consecutive seasons. No wonder Zheng Liujiang treats him like the apple of his eye.

Fu Haitang was startled when he heard his voice coming from behind him, and the hand holding Jiang Yumen trembled for a moment.

She really didn't know what to say, so she could only nod politely.

Then, his eyes returned to the field.

Xiang Lifeng saw this, he felt mixed emotions and his face unconsciously showed a little bit of it.

Jiang Yuman smiled secretly, but she didn't focus on this for too long, as the chattering sounds from the sidelines soon attracted her attention.

She looked towards the field and saw that Fu Jingchen had returned to his designated position. There were still three minutes left before the stipulated eight minutes.

He took off his backpack, took a deep breath and fell to the ground, gripping the gun tightly, his profile cold and focused.

Chu Yuzhou, who was following closely behind, had trembling hands. He could only bite his forearm and use the pain to calm himself down a little.

Then he fell to the ground, aiming his gun.

At this moment, whether on the stage or beside the training ground, everyone's heart was in their throat.

Jiang Yuman and Fu Haitang held hands tightly, and both of them looked at the scene intently.

In the sight of the crowd,

Fu Jingchen stared into the distance, his eyes calm and confident, as if there was a barrier between him and the surroundings, and no other sound could reach his ears.

After aiming at the bull's eye, he slowly raised his finger and then pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and targets fell one after another.

With fifty seconds left, he had taken off his gloves and stood up.

The referee's voice came from a distance, "Representative of the 22nd Division, ten rings, ten rings..." and repeated it five times.

The people around the training ground were stunned at first, but when they realized what was happening, they burst into thunderous applause.

Zheng Liujiang on the stage had been waiting with his eyes wide open. When he saw all the targets fall down and heard that all the rings were ten, he jumped up from his seat.

I was the first to finish the weighted cross-country shooting. There were five targets in total, and I hit them all, with five ten-rings!

Hahahaha, he's really proud of himself.

How can that guy from the 16th Division win? Unless he can hit five eleven rings!

The soldiers in the Shenfeng Battalion who were not participating in the competition were so excited that they blushed as if they had returned to their roots. "Our battalion commander, this is the battalion commander of our Shenfeng Battalion!"

Damn it, how could the battalion commander be so powerful? These people should know what kind of crushing pressure they face every day, right?

Fu Haitang was also very excited, and even Xiang Lifeng applauded, convinced.

Amidst the cheers and applause,

Jiang Yuman, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at the only figure standing at the shooting point. She felt her heart suddenly thumped and her breathing quickened.