Before Jiang Yuman could figure out what was going on, thunderous cheers suddenly came from the other side.
The aunt and sister-in-law looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw people from the Fifth Battalion rushing into the military boxing competition arena and throwing Xiang Lifeng high into the air.
"It seems that the gold medal in military boxing also belongs to the 22nd Division." Someone nearby said.
Jiang Yuman subconsciously glanced at Fu Haitang, and seeing her staring over there in a daze, she was wondering if she had come to her senses a little, so she moved closer.
"Sister-in-law," Fu Haitang lowered her voice, "Xiang Lifeng can't beat my brother, it's just that the two competitions conflicted, otherwise the gold medal would definitely go to my brother."
As she spoke, Fu Haitang's eyes were firm, and when she saw Jiang Yuman looking at her, she nodded.
Jiang Yuman: “…….”
I thought she had come to her senses, but I didn't expect she was secretly comparing.
But that's okay.
Xiang Lifeng is a man with a lot of problems. The more straightforward Haitang is, the greater the test will be for him.
If one day he could really impress Haitang, his bad smell would probably be cured.
Even if there isn't one, don't worry. With so many men, you will always find someone who is compatible with you in all aspects.
Jiang Yuman thought as she looked at the field. At this time, all the targets had been set up and the competition had already begun.
Moving target shooting cannot be carried out at the same time, but is carried out sequentially, and the results are reported according to the number of shooting rings.
Compared to when he left in the morning, Chu Wenzhou's condition was much better. When it was his turn, he reacted quickly and fired continuously with his gun.
The referee's voice sounded immediately, "Representative of the 16th Division, ten bullets, ten targets hit, eighty-nine rings in one shot."
The opening was so exciting that there were cheers all around.
Moving target shooting is not limited to being fixed, the shooting point is moving at any time, and each target has only five seconds of aiming and shooting time. The requirements are extremely harsh, and many people cannot even concentrate fully.
All hits, eighty-nine rings, this achievement is already quite excellent, even other people in the Divine Front Camp may not be able to do it.
The palms of Xu Si'er and Ji Fangshu were full of sweat. They let go of each other's hands, looked at each other, and breathed a sigh of relief.
With this achievement, the Sixteenth Division saved its reputation.
Back then, Fu Jingchen of the Shenfeng Camp had a best score of only ninety rings. How could he achieve that score every time?
Just one link away, they still have hope.
The other soldiers surrounding the 16th Division were even more excited. They had suffered a lot of grievances in the morning, and they let it all out at this moment.
"In weighted cross-country shooting, the most important thing is familiarity with the site. Wenzhou suffered a loss this morning."
"Yes, you have the ability to shoot from a moving target. You just suffered from unfamiliarity without a target. You still managed to get third place without a target. You are really amazing."
"If you ask me, moving target shooting is the most difficult. It's really amazing to get first place in this."
They seemed to want to let out the air that was held in their chests, without holding back their voices at all.
Not to mention outside the venue, even inside the venue everyone could hear it clearly.
Chu Wenzhou changed his impatience in the morning. He stood aside with a relaxed look, looking at Fu Jingchen leisurely.
Fu Jingchen turned his head and saw his smug profile. Thinking of him asking his wife's name, a dark light flashed in his eyes.
After a moment, he picked up the gun.
"Bang, bang, bang--" The gunshots rang out one after another, hitting the target one after another.
As the last shot was about to be fired, everyone in the Shenfeng Camp held their breath.
As a result, Fu Jingchen did not aim at the tenth target, but his hand tilted and hit the ninth target directly.
"Representative of the 22nd Division, ten bullets, nine hit the target, one missed the target, total 90 rings."
As soon as the referee called out the number, the whole audience was in an uproar.
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