Liang Yiyi thought to himself, "Didn't you come to me to convince me? Then I'll convince you! I'll make you bow down to me!"
Seeing Liang Yiyi finally relent, the Second Battalion Commander hurriedly asked, "What are the conditions? Tell me now!"
"People from your two battalions will compete against me alone. You have the final say on the events and rules, but there must be a winner and a loser in any competition. My condition is that the two losing battalions must each provide extra meals for the winning battalion for a week, and also be responsible for washing its clothes for a month." Liang Yiyi had an expression that said, "Look how considerate I am," which made the second battalion commander feel a toothache.
The Third Battalion Commander looked at Liang Yiyi and smiled, "If you lose, will your Battalion Commander agree to your terms?"
Zhang Gu felt a surge of anger rising from his body! He thought to himself: If I say no, will you guys stop competing?
Liang Yiyi shook his head and chuckled, saying, "You don't need our battalion commander's consent. If I lose, I'll just give you two battalions extra meals for a week, and I'll pay for that. The rest is laundry, which is even easier to handle. I'll take care of it all by myself, and then I can make sure you all have clean clothes, right?"
Zhang Gu felt that if he didn't express his opinion at this point, he would be in trouble, so he finally spoke up: "Our First Battalion is not one that can't afford to lose. Liang Yiyi, go ahead and compete without worry. If you lose, the entire First Battalion will back you up! If anything goes wrong, we'll shoulder the responsibility together. We won't put all the pressure on you alone!"
The second and third battalion commanders saw that Zhang Gu had nodded. Since they were the ones who started the trouble, they thought, let’s have a competition!
The two of them discussed for a while and soon came to a conclusion.
Today, there will be three rounds: shooting, weighted running, and combat. Each battalion will send one player per round. Of course, the First Battalion will only have Liang Yi. A win earns three points, second place two points, and third place zero points. The team with the highest score wins.
This is the rule—Jia Dongsheng thought to himself: If there's one, it's completely useless, okay?
Soon the first shooting game began.
The one who came out from the second battalion to join the battle was Zhang Junjie, a person Liang Yiyi knew.
The soldier of the third battalion was called Peng Xintong. It was said that Peng Xintong's marksmanship was unmatched and he had always been the invincible marksman in the third battalion.
The three of them were going to conduct a 300-meter target shooting.
The people in the second company no longer suffered from back pain and leg cramps. They were all in high spirits and stood by to cheer Liang Yiyi on.
"Liang Yiyi, come on. It doesn't matter if you lose. Everyone will help you wash your clothes. All you have to do is try your best in the competition."
"Hey, you really don't know how to talk. What you said is so depressing. Look at me, Liang Yiyi is invincible, Liang Yiyi will definitely win..."
The area around this person immediately became a vacuum.
Seeing that all three were ready, the Third Battalion Commander was about to start the match when Liang Yiyi interrupted, "Third Battalion Commander, I'd like to ask, if all three of us score full rings, how will we determine the winner? We can't just keep trying if we can't decide who's better in one go, right? How long will the match last then?"
The third battalion commander looked at Liang Yiyi and asked with a smile, "So, what good suggestions do you have?"
"Why not start timing from the moment we take the gun apart, reassemble it, and then shoot. Each person will have twenty rounds of bullets. Whoever has the higher speed and the highest number of targets will win," Liang Yiyi said.
The Third Battalion Commander turned to look at Peng Xintong and Zhang Junjie, "Do you two agree with this proposal?"
Zhang Junjie was already secretly proud when he heard Liang Yiyi say that disassembling and assembling guns would be included in the competition. He was the fastest gun assembler in their camp, and this rule was tailor-made for him.
When he heard the question from the third battalion commander, he immediately nodded in agreement, his expression as if he was afraid that Liang Yiyi would go back on his word.
Peng Xintong also nodded.
Seeing that none of the three had any objection and the first and second battalion commanders were ready to start timing, the third battalion commander immediately announced the start of the competition.
As he started, the three people in the field also started moving.
The Type 95 automatic rifles in their hands were quickly disassembled as they moved.
But the soldiers watching soon discovered that the movements of these three people were very different. Strictly speaking, the movements of Liang Yiyi, Peng Xintong, and Zhang Junjie were very different.
In fact, Peng Xintong and Zhang Junjie were not slow, at least they were much faster than most people at the scene, but that was just fast.
But Liang Yiyi was different. Her hands were like butterflies, gently caressing the gun, and the gun was taken apart without her noticing. Then she raised her hand to signal, and continued to assemble the parts one by one. Those who watched her movements seemed to see Liang Yiyi's hands dancing a graceful dance, as if playing a moving piece on the piano.
Just as Zhang Junjie was about to install the machine hammer, he heard an exclamation of "Wow" from the crowd. There seemed to be a hint of regret and some emotion in the exclamation, which made Zhang Junjie very puzzled, but he did not dare to be distracted, so he could only silently speed up.
What were the soldiers saying? Liang Yiyi had already assembled the gun and was aiming at the target.
As she finished assembling, the people who were attracted felt that they were not satisfied yet. When they saw that the other two people had not finished assembling yet, they immediately exclaimed "Wow"!
But Liang Yiyi's performance immediately afterwards shocked everyone!
Just when Zhang Junjie had installed the machine hammer and had not yet had time to remove a part, and before Peng Xintong finished wondering, clear gunshots were heard from the shooting range. However, this gunshot was not just a single one, but a series!
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