There are other simpler physical fitness competitions, such as pull-ups, abdominal rotations, tug-wheel spins...all kinds of them.

Everywhere you can hear screams of encouragement and cheers of celebration after victory.

In addition, since it is a military competition, how can we miss shooting competitions? Sports shooting, fixed-point shooting, blindfolded shooting... There are all kinds of competitions, only Jiang Nian can't think of them, and the excitement is extraordinary.

The sound of the gunshot was so exciting that Jiang Nian was very worried at first that Xiao Anbao couldn't bear it.

Little Anbao was unusual on this day. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and she didn't complain about the hot weather. Not only was she not scared by the sound of the gunfire, but she stared with her eyes wide open, shaking her little head back and forth with the sounds of gunfire, as if she was looking for the rhythm.

This talent is quite extraordinary. Could it be Qin Sanye's inheritance?

"Oh... why did we lose to them... it's so infuriating!" The young soldiers of the flying brigade gnashed their teeth in regret!

Because in the tug-of-war competition that had just ended, they happened to meet Zhao Weidong's company on the opposite side.

The physical fitness of flying soldiers in training is completely different from that of army soldiers. If they are too strong, it will affect the accurate landing point of the parachute jump. Therefore, in the aspect of pure strength, they are inherently inferior to the army and can only be defeated.

"We win! We win! We win! We win!"

In sharp contrast to the flying brigade is the opposing company.

A group of excited young people gathered together excitedly. In the excitement, no one knew who picked up Zhao Xiaobei first and threw him to the ground.

Then, one throw, and another throw.

The little soldiers gathered below, raised their arms high, and formed a blanket, throwing Zhao Xiaobei into the sky again and again.

Zhao Xiaobei was nervous at first, but then he slowly relaxed. It was as if a pair of wings had grown behind his shoulders, allowing him to fly freely in the sky.

The sun was so close to him that he could hardly open his eyes.

"Yiyaya——Fei Fei——"

Xiao Anbao looked at Zhao Xiaobei who was taking off continuously with envy in his eyes.

Jiang Nian quickly covered her little mouth, shook his head and said, "No, you can't."

If An An's shouting was heard by Xue Lin and the others, Jiang Nian would be worried because these soldiers were capable of doing anything and would definitely throw Xiao An Bao away.

She tapped little Anbao's nose and said, "Next time you sit on daddy's shoulders, you can fly too."

All right……

Little Anbao pursed his lips, accepting Jiang Nian's compromise proposal. After all, it was fun to fly with his dad.

Shortly afterwards.

The flying squadron soon regained the face they had lost in the tug-of-war competition.

Qi Wei, Lu Cheng is on the stage!

The event of the Lucheng competition is the first of the pentathlons, which is shooting.

Simple shooting lacks ornamental value, so a lot of obstacles are set up in the middle, such as assembly and disassembly of firearms, from crawling shooting, to sports shooting, to climbing up a five-meter-high building with bare hands, taking down the sniper rifle from the top of the building, and making the final sniper shot from a high place.

It can be said that static, dynamic, and long-distance shooting are all available.

Each company sent out its most powerful sniper to participate in the competition, determined to win the first place.