Could it be possible that there were details that Ye Jian shot just now that she hadn't noticed? No, I noticed everything. According to the gun shooting, ten bullets were shot out in a row without even a single aiming action. Isn't it casual
Ye Jian took back the pistol, unloaded the magazine by the way, turned around and smiled at the political commissar: "Then guess if I made a perfect shot?"
"If you guess based on my experience, you have missed the target with ten shots, and none of them aimed."
The political commissar opened his mouth, and with one sentence, Ye Ying saw hope. There was a kind of excitement of discovering the new world. The whole person couldn't help being happy. She must be playing casually, perfect? Hahaha, this would be a joke!
But then, the political commissar came again with a "but..."
Ye Ying's heart hung high, but what? But what? Say it! Say it! She stared at a political commissar who "but" stopped again, wishing to rush up and let him finish the whole sentence!
"But, judging from your proficiency in loading a gun, it doesn't seem to be a casual shot, so I don't really guess whether you have a perfect shot."
Ye Jian laughed. Only Xia Jinyuan knew how he fired the gun. Instead, he looked at Ye Ying, who was cold, hot, distorted, and smiling again. Raised an eyebrow and said, "Ye Ying, how about you guess how many rings I hit?"
After being "but" by the political commissar, Ye Ying, who was suffering from the cold in the ice, heard the words and tried to make herself look calm. She pulled out a stiff smile, "I don't know, but the political commissars If you say that you are shooting too casually, I think the political commissar must be right. How can there be ten rings if you shoot too casually."
She wanted to say: It must be all off-target! But the political commissar’s "but" made her afraid to say.
Seeing her stiff smile, Ye Jian glanced at her lightly, and then said to the political commissar: "Instructor Huang admires me. For his appreciation, how could I lose."
His gaze swept over Ye Ying's increasingly stiff expression, and then said: "In order to let Ye Ying know that there is a favorite called "Appreciation", how can I lose. Please ask the comrades in the trenches to report the ring number. Bar."
Ye Ying felt that her heart was hanging in her throat again, "Thump thump thump thump" jumping really fast, really fast, it must be off target, it must be off target! How could she be hitting the target just so casually!
The political commissar looked at Ye Jian's stern face, and his interest became stronger. This girl is a bit interesting, and she can toss people.
I took the walkie-talkie in the documentary's hand, cleared his throat and asked, "After the target is shot, I shoot ten bullets and see how many rings are."
There is no reminder that the target shooting is complete, even if it is an empty bullet, the soldiers in the trench cannot climb out to check the target. With two "received" sounds from the walkie-talkie, all the students opened their necks and held their breath. Quietly listening to what kind of numbers will be reported inside.
There was an electronic sound of "Shushasha", and the result came in less than a minute, "Ten bullets actually fired, and the actual number of rings is 100."
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The whole audience crashed. It was a real crash. The whole class screamed after hearing the number of rings,... 100 rings, all in, all in! Ten bullets were all hit! Not just casually, but earnestly! 100 rings! OMG! Really hit it all.