Chapter 164: Haven’t you been slapped in the face enough times?
Lin Siqiao paused. It was the first time she saw Lu Jianchuan wearing tights and holding a weapon.
In fact, Lin Siqiao was not sure that the gun he was holding was the right one, because in her opinion, these guns all looked similar.
This is not the point. The point is that Lu Jianchuan is so cool!
At this time, the bayonet performance team had already left the venue in an orderly manner. As the representative of the shooting event, Lu Jianchuan was the next to go on stage.
There were cheers all around, and Lin Siqiao also shouted loudly along with everyone else.
“Come on—Come on—”
She thought Lu Jianchuan couldn't hear her, after all, there were too many people shouting "Come on!"
But what Lin Siqiao didn't know was that Lu Jianchuan's attention had always been on the stands.
The moment he heard the voice, Lu Jianchuan looked back.
The stands were packed with people, but his eyes still caught Lin Siqiao's figure at the first moment.
No one can resist the fact that his beloved girl is cheering for him.
Neither can Lu Jianchuan.
Each shout of encouragement was like the sound of nature, which not only gave the man confidence, but also ignited the fighting spirit in his heart.
Lu Jianchuan rolled his Adam's apple and said nothing.
He just looked determined and gave a standard military salute towards the stands.
Lin Siqiao knew that Lu Jianchuan wanted to tell her that he was already prepared and wanted her to rest assured.
Lin Siqiao had no doubt about Lu Jianchuan's strength.
But this weather...
Lin Siqiao glanced at the endless snowfall and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.
But it seems that there is no point in worrying, as Lu Jianchuan begins to appear on the scene.
Lin Siqiao could only collect his thoughts and do his job seriously.
"The next person to appear is Lu Jianchuan, a representative of a certain regiment in the eastern part of the country. The event he will demonstrate is rapid shooting at a chest target at 150 meters..."
Lin Siqiao emphasized how bad the weather was today and what made this project difficult.
However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Peter's sneer.
Lin Siqiao frowned and glanced at him.
"Excuse me, please continue."
Pete apologized in a very perfunctory manner, but his attitude was obviously extremely arrogant.
He has lost all shame, so there is no need for Lin Siqiao to indulge him.
"Mr. Pete, it's such an important occasion, everyone is watching the game seriously."
"I wonder what you are trying to say by making such a shrill laugh?"
"I didn't mean to express anything, I just wanted to laugh."
"Really? Then you have a really low sense of humor!"
Lin Siqiao looked him up and down and snorted coldly.
"This shouldn't be the case, Mr. Peter. You're almost thirty years old, how come you haven't even learned the word respect yet?"
"Translator Lin, you are really going too far."
"I'm sorry, I just can't stand you losing your composure in such an important occasion!"
Lin Siqiao kindly reminded him.
"Mr. Pete, you have to know that your words and actions now represent your side."
"Your laughter just now not only interrupted my translation, but also disturbed everyone's mood of watching the game."
"I said this because you came from afar and I consider you a friend. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother to say anything."
"you!"
Pete touched his heart and was so angry that he didn't want to say anything.
"What's wrong with me?"
Lin Siqiao looked innocent and harmless. "Did I say something wrong? Why do you seem so unhappy?"
Minister Wu pinched his nose, and it was obvious that he was having a hard time holding back his laughter.
"Xiao Lin, stop teasing Mr. Pete."
Minister Wu's words defined the matter as just a joke between the two of them.
Mr. Johnson couldn't say anything about this, after all, it was Pitt who was rude first.
"Okay, I understand."
Lin Siqiao nodded perfunctorily, but unexpectedly, Pete moved closer.
This time he spoke quietly, but his words were very telling.
"40 seconds, 40 targets, 3 reloads, all with a Type 54 semi-automatic rifle that has been eliminated by the country?"
"Translator Lin, you Chinese are just bragging..."
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The sudden sound of gunfire on the training ground interrupted Pete's next words.
Lin Siqiao was also a little frightened.
It has to be said that Lu Jianchuan's timing in firing the gun was absolutely brilliant, but Lin Siqiao was totally unprepared.
She had indeed tried indoor shooting, but the guns in such places were all silenced, and she also wore noise-isolating headphones.
This was the first time that Lin Siqiao had ever heard gunshots at such a close distance.
For a moment, Lin Siqiao felt like he had tinnitus.
She subconsciously covered her ears, but her eyes were reluctant to leave the training ground.
The bang bang sounds continued and everyone held their breath, fearing that their voices would affect the people on the training ground.
For a moment, the only sounds on the field were gunshots and the whistling wind.
Snowflakes were also falling, but they had no effect on Lu Jianchuan.
After long-term training, muscles have already developed their own memories.
When to pull the trigger and how to focus are no longer issues that Lu Jianchuan needs to consider.
What he needs to do now is to stay calm, follow his own pace, and proceed step by step.
Forty seconds is just a blink of an eye.
It was not until thunderous cheers broke out on the training ground that Lin Siqiao's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled down.
He glanced at Pete next to him, and his face looked extremely ugly.
But Lin Siqiao had no intention of letting him go.
Wasn't his attitude very arrogant just now? Why are you mute now?
"Mr. Pete, are you satisfied with this boast?"
“…”
There was only silence in response to her, but Mr. Johnson led the applause.
"Wu, this is the first time I've seen such an exciting game."
"I've heard that all of your Chinese soldiers are sharpshooters. Today I've really opened my eyes."
"No, no."
"It's just practice makes perfect. I'm still no match for you guys."
Minister Wu humbly practiced Tai Chi as the two of them flattered each other.
The next round of competition has begun.
The ones who took the stage this time were Liu Tiezhu's family, a militia representative from Liujiawan, Tong County, who were the "old, weak and young" that Representative Fang had just mentioned.
But Representative Fang was smart this time. He said nothing and just watched the audience quietly.
I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be too late for them to ridicule me after the results came out.
They would be totally wrong to think so.
The first to take the stage were the Liu family's grandparents and grandchildren.
When Liu Tiezhu, who was already 63 years old, came out with his 11-year-old grandson.
The whole audience was excited, and Lin Siqiao's palms turned red from clapping.
The grandfather and grandson demonstrated target shooting at a chest ring target.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that the old ones are old and the young ones are young.
But the strength of the two was not bad at all. After the grandfather and grandson looked at each other, they started fighting with their Type 38 rifles.
As expected, all targets were hit.
While everyone was still sighing that old ginger is still spicy, the Liu family's red army of women had already made preparations.
The event they competed in today was rapid shooting. Each person had 50 bullets, and only those that hit the bull's eye counted.
After this round, although there were few people who hit all the targets, the one with the least hit 47 shots, which was a good score.
The last person to appear was Liu Guifa, the eldest son of the Liu family, and the sound of him pulling the trigger was heard.
The wine bottles a hundred meters away were all broken into pieces.
The cheers from outside the stadium continued.
Representative Fang on the stage was so excited that he broke out in a cold sweat in such a cold weather.
The only thing they were thankful for was that they kept their mouths shut, otherwise their faces would have been swollen.
But then again, haven’t they been slapped in the face enough times since they came to China this time?
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