"Come on! Whether it's a mule or a horse, let's take it out for a walk!"
Ye Feng patted the 82-bar in his hand, looked at Liu Feng unwillingly and said, "But Coach Liu, you have to keep your word. If I can score better than you at a longer distance, you must remember to fulfill the bet then."
"rest assured."
Liu Feng waved his hand disdainfully and said, "You don't have to perform better than me. As long as you can hit the target every time, I will eat all the bullet shells without saying a word!"
He sneered in his heart, this kid was really too arrogant, he used an 82-bar to shoot at a target a thousand meters away, and he wanted to shoot better than himself. He should hit the target first before bragging about it.
"No, I don't like bullying. I have to score better than you at a distance of one thousand meters to win. But you'd better pray to God now, so that he can replace your teeth with a pair that can chew steel-core bullets while I fire these ten shots."
Ye Feng smiled, then stretched out his hand to Nie Qingwu and said, "Instructor Nie, give me a new magazine."
Nie Qingwu also wanted to see if Ye Feng had this ability. After hesitating for a moment, he handed the magazine to Ye Feng, then held the walkie-talkie to notify the target reporter to move the target one thousand meters away.
At this time, students from other classes heard the noise and looked towards the shooting range.
As for the other instructors, when they heard that Ye Feng was going to use the 82-bar to challenge the target one thousand meters away, they were all shocked and thought that this kid was really crazy and was bragging to the sky.
One thousand meters away, the target paper had turned into a small black shadow. It was extremely difficult to get on the target, let alone to achieve a better result than Liu Feng, the recognized sharpshooter in the entire army.
Shocked, all the instructors brought their students to gather around the shooting range to watch the excitement.
The target was quickly erected, and the target paper looked only the size of a fingernail from a thousand meters away.
One thousand meters, can this be done
After looking at the target paper and then at Ye Feng, Nie Qingwu's eyes flashed with curiosity.
Although she knew that Ye Feng was no simple man, she really doubted whether this guy could hit the target paper.
As for the rest of the instructors, they kept shaking their heads, saying that this was simply an impossible thing to do.
Even a real sniper cannot use a rifle like the Type 82 to score more than 90 rings at a distance of 1,000 meters.
Not to mention that this guy Ye Feng was touching a gun for the first time, he was a complete novice.
They even set Ye Feng as a negative example and warned the freshmen under their command not to be as ambitious as this guy who dreamed of becoming a sharpshooter as soon as he touched a gun.
"It's not too late for you to regret now. Just apologize to me and I can put an end to this farce."
Liu Feng folded his hands in front of his chest, looked at Ye Feng smugly, and said sarcastically.
"Whether it's a farce or not, we'll know soon."
Ye Feng spoke calmly, then lay on the ground, placed the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and put his internal force into his eyes, constantly adjusting the angle based on his keen judgment.
"Waste of bullets..."
Looking at his appearance, Liu Feng shrugged and said with disdain.
boom!
But before he could finish his words, Ye Feng pulled the trigger and fired a shot.
The bullet flew at high speed, carrying everyone's heart in the field into the air.
No one knew what the final result of this shot would be, but they felt that the chances of it missing the target were the highest.
A thousand meters away, the target paper can no longer be seen, and the only information provided can be fed back by the target reporter.
rustle…
A shot was fired, and after a pause, a burst of radio noise before a call came from Nie Qingwu's walkie-talkie.
snort!
Liu Feng shrugged disdainfully, as if he knew the result without even having to listen to the content.
It's a joke for a novice who touches a gun for the first time to challenge a target one thousand meters away!
"One target hit, ten rings!"
After a brief silence, the target reporter's voice, which was obviously filled with excitement, came from the walkie-talkie.
Hit it!
Ten rings!
The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Feng.
No one expected that Ye Feng would be able to hit the target with this shot, let alone expect that this shot would score ten rings.
They simply couldn't believe their ears. A freshman who had just touched a gun could actually hit the ten-ring from a thousand meters away with one shot!
This is no longer something that can be described as unbelievable, but rather an absolute miracle!
boom!
But at this moment, Ye Feng ignored the noise and shock from the outside world and calmly pulled the trigger again.
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out one after another, just like frying beans!
The ten shots were finished quickly, and the scene was as silent as death, with everyone waiting for the final result given by the target reporter.
It will definitely not exceed ninety rings. His first shot must have been just a blind cat catching a dead mouse!
The arrogance on Liu Feng's face was gone, only nervousness and uneasiness remained. He kept praying in his heart, hoping that Ye Feng's first shot was just an accidental hit, and that the next nine shots would preferably miss the target.
"Reporting to Captain Nie, ten shots hit the target, accumulating one hundred rings! The brothers all want to come and see this sharpshooter, I hope Captain Nie will approve!"
A moment later, the target reporter's excited voice came from the intercom.
All ten shots hit the target, and every shot was a perfect score!
"Oh my god, is there anything wrong with my ears? Is this true?!"
"A new record has been set! One thousand meters, one hundred rings. It looks like our old 82-bar can still serve for a few more years."
An instructor exclaimed in disbelief.
As they say, one thousand meters, one hundred rings, this is a new record.
It is the Type 82 rifle, an old rifle that has a special sentiment for the Chinese army, that has shown the most brilliant glory.
Except for Wang Zihao, who wanted to regain his self-esteem during the target practice, and his few friends, all the freshmen who came to the military training base to participate in the military training cheered and jumped.
Ye Feng’s achievements are no longer just his pride, but the pride of this group of freshmen.
He hit it, he hit it!
Liu Feng looked ashen, muttering to himself, staring at the target paper a thousand meters away, unable to come back to his senses.
One thousand meters, this new record that he had long dreamed of but could not reach, was actually achieved by Ye Feng.
Such a cruel reality was really hard for him to accept.
"I want to see the target paper!"
Finally, Liu Feng said to Nie Qingwu with trembling hands.
Nie Qingwu sighed. She knew Liu Feng was struggling to death, but she still said to the target reporter on the intercom: "You can come over and bring target paper."
After a while, the target reporter arrived, and with them came the target paper.
At the center of the ten rings on the target paper, the bullet holes from the ten bullets are clearly visible.
The broken bullet holes were like open mouths, mocking Liu Feng mercilessly.