Weighted cross-country shooting is the pinnacle competition event, and each division only sends one representative to participate.
Jiang Yuman followed Fu Jingchen's gaze and saw Chu Dongzhou, as the representative of the 16th Division, wearing a weighted backpack at the starting point.
She instantly understood what he meant, chuckled and winked, "놖 Waiting for your gold medal."
As he spoke, his tone was filled with trust and unconscious intimacy.
Looking at her, Fu Jingchen's eyes softened and his fingers hanging at his sides curled up.
But before he could make any move, Liu Yu came over anxiously, "Captain, what are you still doing here? The game is about to start."
After he finished speaking, he noticed Jiang Yuman again and instantly tightened his jaw, "Sister-in-law." A hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
They were so blind that they only thought about the battalion commander's game time and didn't even notice who was across from him.
Jiang Yuman responded, and after a few moments he became as obedient as a quail. She laughed secretly, turned her head and looked at Fu Jingchen, not missing the hint of depression in his deep eyes.
"Go get ready," she said considerately, "We're waiting for your good news."
Fu Jingchen looked at her bright and cold eyes, hummed, and turned to go to the venue.
Liu Yu and his friends quickly followed.
Jiang Yuman found Fu Haitang at the sidelines. The two of them had a good position. Standing here, they could see the starting point.
There are thousands of training grounds and several competitions are being held at the same time, but most of the attention is paid to the weighted cross-country shooting event.
Chu Yuzhou was surrounded by so many people that he didn't notice the figure he was thinking about among the crowd on the sidelines.
Seeing Fu Jingchen coming to his side and preparing, a determination flashed in his eyes, and the moment the timer was pressed, he ran out at the first moment.
Just like that, more than a dozen figures left their original place in full view of everyone and headed towards the winding slope behind the training ground.
At the same time, guards brought several telescopes to the rostrum for the senior officials to observe.
Wei Liao looked at the two people standing almost side by side in the mirror and was very surprised. "I remember that Jingchen was always in the front in previous years, but this year there is still one behind."
"I've already said that our Sixteenth Division will also have a strong team this year." Mo Fanghai glanced at Zheng Liujiang from the corner of his eye, "This year's number one, this will be interesting."
Zheng Liujiang snorted at his shamelessness, "So what if we can run almost as well? Is running the most difficult part of weighted cross-country shooting?"
The most difficult part was running with a load of 50 kilograms within the prescribed time and then recovering quickly to shoot.
"You!" Mo Fanghai was so angry that he felt dizzy.
Just as he was about to say something sarcastic, Zheng Liujiang held up the telescope and said with a smug smile: "I just caught up with you, and now I'm behind you again."
Hearing this, Commander Mo Fanghai's face changed and he picked up the telescope to continue tracking.
In the telescope, the top two who were originally very close to each other suddenly opened up a lot of distance.
The numbers on the backpacks distinguished their identities. The "22" on the first backpack made their identities clear.
"You are chasing, so it's normal for some to be ahead and some to be behind." Mo Fanghai continued to be stubborn, "What difference does it make if you are a few steps slower?"
In fact, there is a difference. There is a specified time for weighted cross-country shooting. If you run to the destination beyond that time, you will not even be qualified to pick up the gun and shoot.
If the front is fast, there will be more time for shooting. Correspondingly, running faster will make you more tired and test your control and grabbing ability more.
Every aspect of this project requires challenging the limits, so it is called the peak competition project.
In general, the verbal battles on the stage are no less intense than the weighted cross-country shooting.
Offstage, Fu Haitang's palms were sweaty as she squeezed Jiang Yuman's hand, "Sister-in-law, I'm so 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 won the gold medal in weighted cross-country shooting every year, and led the Shenfeng Battalion he formed to win the first place in the group for two consecutive years. No wonder Zheng Liujiang treated 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 just nodded 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 secretly laughed, but she didn't pay too much attention to it. The chattering sounds on 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 Zhou, who followed closely behind, had trembling hands. He simply bit his forearm and let the pain calm him down a little.
Then he fell down, also aiming his gun.
At this moment, whether on the rostrum or beside the training ground, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Jiang Yuman and Fu Haitang held hands tightly, and both of them looked at the scene intently.
In the public's sight,
Fu Jingchen stared at 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, and then they responded and burst into thunderous applause.
On the stage, Zheng Liujiang 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. I hit all five targets, and they all scored five ten-rings!
Hahahaha, he is so proud.
How can that guy from the 16th Division win? Unless he comes out with five eleventh rings!
The soldiers in the Shenfeng Battalion who were not competing were so excited that they blushed as if they had returned to their roots. "Our battalion commander, this is the commander of our Shenfeng Battalion!"
God damn it, how could the battalion commander be so powerful? These people should know what kind of crushing 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 lone figure standing at the shooting point. She felt her heart thumped for a moment and her breathing quickened.
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