Chapter 174 Competition
Xuanping from Chengfeng’s team was the first to go up, and he was also the first soldier to propose a competition.
The target is fifty meters away. After three shots, the smart display on the side of the venue shows the results: eight rings, nine rings, and ten rings.
Suddenly, cheers and applause broke out in the venue, and Qu Tong also applauded.
Generally, pistol shooting starts from 20 meters or 30 meters and increases upwards, but they started with the 50-meter target, which is a very good result.
Xuan Ping bared his teeth, a little proudly: "Madam, I am sorry for showing off my ugliness."
Cheng Feng kicked it and said, "It's really ugly. Next one."
Xuanping twisted his butt and successfully dodged Chengfeng's kick, making way for others to come up.
Everyone came up one after another, leaving only Wen You, Cheng Feng and Qu Tong.
Wen You and Cheng Feng attacked together, and immediately the soldiers on both sides cheered for their captain.
Just by looking at the situation, you can tell that these two people compete with each other a lot.
In the end, Wen Youqi was just one move away from scoring nine rings, nine rings, and ten rings.
And Cheng Feng’s numbers are ten rings, nine rings, and ten rings.
Cheng Feng blew at the muzzle of the gun in a cool manner and looked at Wen You provocatively.
Wen You glared at him, then turned to look at Qu Tong: "Tong Tong, go ahead and put an end to his arrogance."
Qu Tong spread his hands and said helplessly: "I can't guarantee it."
Qu Tong stepped forward and fired without much aiming.
With a "whoosh" sound, the bullet flew out and the shell was automatically ejected.
Everyone looked at the display screen. Seven rings...
Qu Tong touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
The scene was quiet for a while.
Xuan Ping clapped his hands enthusiastically: "Madam, it's amazing that you achieved such a good result for the first time."
Then there was continued applause.
"Yes, I missed the target the first time I shot 50 meters."
"Yes, madam is definitely not familiar with the Admiral's gun."
"Come on, ma'am. Make sure you hit the 10th ring with your next shot."
Qu Tong looked at everyone praising him and twitched the corners of his lips.
Wen You rolled his eyes at Qu Tong and said, "Can you aim well? Our boss is still here, how can you let him down?"
Qu Tong tilted her head to look at Si Yuting. The man's eyes were always as clear as snow, and it seemed that no matter what she did, it would not cause any ripples in him.
"This is how I've always shot. I haven't received any professional training." Qu Tong said naturally.
It would be strange if she aimed professionally.
She didn't mean to fight badly on purpose. She was just not very familiar with Si Yuting's gun.
"Our boss is professional. Madam, you can ask our boss to give you private lessons." Cheng Feng took the opportunity to glance at Si Yuting and teased.
The other soldiers followed suit.
Qu Tong smiled: "What do you think, Your Highness?"
Si Yuting's lips curled up, and he said lightly: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
As soon as the words were spoken, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "But as long as you hit the target, the gesture is not important, just like your performance in the league."
"Your Highness is right." Qu Tong smiled frankly and raised his pistol again, seriously but not correctly.
Everyone then remembered that Qu Tong's attacks in the league were all instant and he didn't really have to aim, so they couldn't help but look forward to the third game even more.
The second shot, eight rings, a mediocre result.
But Qu Tong found the feel for the shot and soon fired the third shot, hitting 10 rings.
"Madam is amazing!"
Everyone started the second game with great enthusiasm.
The effect was ideal. After Qu Tong got used to it, he could basically hit the target.
Although the second game was not based on the number of rings, Qu Tong was able to basically hit the center point, just as the soldier had said before, completely crushing the opponent.
The soldiers accepted their defeat with a sincere heart and praised themselves sincerely.
The third game is also the most difficult one.
The training machine sprays out 20 flying saucers at random, and the one who hits more wins.
This not only requires foresight, but also requires quick, accurate and ruthless shooting. Otherwise, if you miss one by mistake, the rhythm will easily be disrupted.
"Madam, you go first!"
A group of people were looking forward to Qu Tong's wonderful performance, but Cheng Feng stopped them with his hand: "Aren't you afraid that your wife will go on first and be too discouraged to go on?"
"Yeah, I'll go first then."
Xuanping was the first to go up with high spirits and vigor. He moved as ferociously as a tiger and his record was 15.
"Eh~" There were sighs from the crowd below.
"Huh? Maybe you are not as good as me." Xuan Ping raised his head and walked back to the team.
As expected, everyone's record hovered around 15.
Wen You scored 19, and proudly challenged Cheng Feng who only scored 18.
Qu Tong was about to step forward, but Cheng Feng felt that based on Qu Tong's performance in the previous round, this would not be difficult at all, so he suggested, "How about showing you, Madam, the level of hell?"
"What level is hell?" Qu Tong raised his eyebrows.
"It's a level that only our admirals can pass." Cheng Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled, rubbing his palms. It seemed that as long as Qu Tong agreed, he would immediately adjust the mode to the most difficult one.
Qu Tong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Cheng Feng immediately adjusted the mode, then pointed at Xuan Ping and said, "Xuan Ping, step out and demonstrate it to Madam."
Xuan Ping stepped out: "Report! I can't do it!"
Cheng Feng pointed at the soldier next to him, but before he could speak, the soldier spoke first: "Report, I can't do it either."
The other soldiers also looked left and right, but refused to respond.
It's not like they haven't seen the difficulty of this project. It's fine for them to practice it normally, but it would be embarrassing if they performed at such a poor level in front of their wives.
Cheng Feng secretly cursed his men for not living up to their expectations and turned his attention to Wen You's team.
Wen You gave a threatening smile: "Thanks for the invitation, get out!"
In the end, Cheng Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth and do it himself.
Cheng Feng got into position and then let Wen You help him click start.
The machine that was spraying flying saucers was seen moving farther away, and it was spraying flying saucers in a disorderly manner from three different directions. Within five seconds, all 20 flying saucers were in the sky, and within 10 seconds, all 20 flying saucers had landed.
Gunfire rang out densely, 14 minutes.
Cheng Feng stroked his forehead and took a long breath. Fortunately, he performed beyond expectations and did not get a single-digit score.
Then he turned around and smiled at Qu Tong, "Madam, it's your turn."
Qu Tong was shocked. This was indeed difficult.
If the interstellar guns hadn't been improved, I'm afraid no one would be able to do it.
Qu Tong had to take it seriously.
I asked Si Yuting for bullets to fill the magazine, exactly 20 bullets.
Qu Tong rolled up his sleeves, walked to the fixed shooting platform and raised his gun.
Si Yuting happened to be standing at the edge of the stage. When he turned around, he could see the sky-blue mark under Qu Tong's fair wrist, which was clearer than the last time he saw it in the video.
It doesn't look like a tattoo, but more like a birthmark, which is half covered by the bracelet on the optical computer.
When Qu Tong raised his hand, his entire temperament changed. He looked straight ahead, focused and sharp.
The gunshots rang out, then stopped, there was silence for a moment, and then there was an outbreak of intense cheers.
"Madam is mighty!"
"Madam is so domineering!"
"My god, Madam is so awesome, she's almost as good as an admiral."
Si Yuting raised his eyebrows and looked at Qu Tong's score, 19 points, very good.
It is hard to imagine that a little girl without professional training and mental strength can achieve this result.
Although the soldiers under his command are well-rounded and not specialized in one area, and cannot compare with the special sniper team of the Sixth Legion, their marksmanship still crushes most people.
Qu Tong was neither arrogant nor impatient. He turned back calmly and met Si Yuting's eyes. He handed the gun back and smiled:
"Your Highness, I would like to see your marksmanship."
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