Did they hear it right? Missing target! Ninety rings! Can these two words exist at the same time?
Doesn't this mean that all of Fu Jingchen's previous nine shots were ten rings?
Realizing this, not to mention everyone else, even the Shenfeng Battalion was stunned.
After they realized what was happening, they grabbed the guardrail and cheered. If they hadn't been concerned about the face of the Shenfeng Camp, they might have climbed up directly.
In contrast, the members of the Sixteenth Division changed their previous complacent attitude and looked at the scene with pale faces and disbelief.
"Didn't they say that their battalion commander's best score was ninety rings?" someone whispered.
Before, Fu Jingchen hit ten targets and his best score was ninety rings. This time he only hit nine targets, so why was it still ninety rings?
"It is indeed ninety rings," Fan Qiang has good hearing and smiled leisurely after hearing this, "It doesn't need to be too many rings, just enough is fine."
It is extremely harmful and insulting.
The Sixteenth Division was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He stiffened his neck and said, "Isn't the difficulty of moving target shooting based on the number of hits? The number of rings should be ranked after the number of targets hit."
"The military competition is against the rules. You, the Sixteenth Division, still want to go back on your word? Why are you so unwilling to lose?"
Ma Laosan frowned at first, then he suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, you think you can only get third place, not first place."
Everyone from the Sixteenth Division: “……”
How could they know that the words they said could turn into stabbing attacks in the blink of an eye?
But then again, just because they said the missing third one was very powerful, the commander of the Shenfeng Battalion should let them see the missing first one?
What is the grudge between the two sides? Is it necessary to be so humiliating?
They were full of doubts and felt aggrieved, while Jiang Yuman on the other side felt helpless and amused.
Chu Wenzhou had already embarrassed himself in the morning competition, but he didn't expect that he could embarrass himself even more in the afternoon...
Looking at the figure with his back to her in the arena, and thinking of his rare childish yet competitive side, Jiang Yuman actually tasted a hint of sweetness from it.
But at this moment, Fu Haitang turned around to join in the fun, "Sister-in-law, are you no longer angry now?"
As she spoke, she blinked her eyes with a teasing look on her face.
Jiang Yuman raised her chin slightly, and her smiling eyes told her the answer.
While their side was having a great time, Mo Fanghai and Commander Xu were not so happy.
Commander Xu was so angry when he heard that the 22nd Division won the game in such a way that he turned around and went to the rostrum.
On the rostrum, Mo Fanghai's face turned pale, while Zheng Liujiang sighed in a series of sighs.
"When did Jingchen improve so fast? He can even get nine out of ten in moving target shooting. It's really amazing, amazing!"
Mo Fanghai snorted, clearly showing his dissatisfaction.
Zheng Liujiang had been annoyed with him for a long time, and took the opportunity to say: "But you need to correct this careless habit. You see, the last shot actually missed the target!"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, luckily the second place was 89 rings, otherwise there's no way we could win!"
Wei Liao: “…….”
"Zheng Liujiang," Mo Fanghai felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and he stood up from his seat in an instant, "Don't take advantage of me here, I think the Shenfeng Battalion has been greatly influenced by you! You even dared to miss the target on purpose."
Zheng Liujiang smiled playfully, "Just tell me whether you won or not?"
Mo Fanghai covered his chest in anger.
The commander's guard soon came over with the medals, but he turned his head without even looking at them. The second medal was still won by Commander Xu.
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