Feng Shan is a very trustworthy person. Although he was the first batch, he did not rush to shoot, but honestly waited for Chen Shuhao behind him.
Mo Shangyun still had certain expectations for this game. After loosening the seat belt and opening the car window, he focused on watching with binoculars.
Yan Tianxing was dumbfounded by her posture.
"As for being so interested?" Yan Tianxing asked aside, slightly approaching Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun took time to look at him, "It's okay."
She had been looking forward to this match for a while.
On the one hand, he is looking forward to the result, and on the other hand, he wants to see the skills of Yan Tianxing's snipers.
In a sense, it also has a certain relationship with Yan Tianxing, but there is no reason to explain it to Yan Tianxing in such detail.
Seeing that she was excited, Yan Tianxing did not disturb her, but just made a gesture to Feng Shan when the game was about to start - go all out.
Since Mo Shangjun was watching, if his soldiers didn't behave better, his face wouldn't go away.
Feng Shan saw it, so after being stunned for a while, he decisively decided not to release any water at all.
Outside the car, the rain gradually increased, dripping, a little splashed on the window, the water splashed everywhere, and then jumped into the car.
Mo Shangjun didn't notice it, he put his elbows on the car window and continued to observe with the binoculars.
Others were running in a hurry and shooting nervously, but at this moment, they all became foils.
Most of the people who completed the shooting first, as long as they knew that Feng Shan and Chen Shuhao would compete, they would choose to come over and watch.
In their view, this is not only a duel between two sharpshooters, but also a duel between land and sea.
It's about their dignity!
"what happened?"
Subei, who was wearing a raincoat, came over, stopped outside the car door, and looked at Mo Shangyun, who was watching with a telescope with a little curiosity.
What are you doing
Even Mo Shangyun was so fascinated by it.
"The two of them are better than marksmanship." Mo Shangjun replied very readily.
"… "
Subei's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak for a while.
Seeing that there was something wrong with Subei's expression, Mo Shangjun looked at her suspiciously and asked with a smile, "What?"
"nothing."
Speaking lightly, Subei shrugged.
Last night, I happened to see Feng Shan's marksmanship - at night, without night vision goggles, in a very dark environment, he casually shot a bird flying through the air.
Such marksmanship is completely acceptable.
His teammates were flat, which was obviously normal in the eyes of his teammates. That said, he didn't perform exceptionally well last night.
Similarly, this morning, she also saw Chen Shuhao's marksmanship.
Marksmanship is ok - although the shot missed the target, it should be the opponent running too fast.
However, Chen Shuhao was too anxious.
All the performances make people feel that she is in a hurry.
She is eager to get grades, she is eager to express herself, she is eager to do something. However, when she can't make any achievements, she will become more and more anxious, and this kind of emotion will cause her certain psychological pressure, which will cause her later performance to become more and more unstable, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and there are many Shouldn't be wrong.
That does not work.
In the morning, Subei wanted to talk to Duan Zimu about this person, but Duan Zimu didn't pay attention to anyone except Mo Shangyun, so Subei gave up.
Right now, the results of the competition between the two are self-evident.
"It looks like you have a result." Mo Shangyun hooked his lips and said with a half-smile.
"What about you?" Subei gave her a sideways glance.
Mo Shangyun chuckled, "Wait for the result."
Staring at her twice, Subei didn't pierce her, raised his brows slightly, and left first.
She didn't have time to watch the game that was a foregone conclusion.
Mo Shangjun didn't care, and continued to watch on the sidelines leisurely.
The game is not long, Feng Shan and Chen Shuhao just need to shoot with guns, 10 bullets, even if they take their time one by one, they will only last for one minute.
Feng Shan fired the bullets continuously within 10 seconds, and then put down the gun readily.
Bad weather, the influence of wind and rain... Mo Shangjun observed it with a telescope, and every shot was perfect, and every 10 shots were 10 rings.
"sharp."
Mo Shangyun praised sincerely.
In sunny weather, it's not a big deal to be able to make a hundred hits, and many people in this group can do it. However, under the influence of various environmental factors, it takes countless experiences and calculations to calculate the influence of wind direction, rain and other factors on the direction of the bullet and then adjust it.
Mo Shangjun thinks that under such conditions, she can hit all 10 bullets on target, but if she can hit all the shots... She has absolutely no confidence.
"Who are you praising?"
Yan Tianxing asked coolly from the side.
The movement of holding the telescope paused, Mo Shangjun coughed lightly, then turned his head to look at Yan Tianxing, "I praise you for bringing your soldiers well."
This kind of compliment, which made Mo Shangyun quite uncomfortable, fell in Yan Tianxing's ears, but it was very useful.
Seeing Yan Tianxing's satisfied expression, Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but find out with his conscience, and joked: "I said, are you ashamed of you being stingy?"
Yan Tianxing squinted his eyes without changing his face, and said calmly: "My woman, you can only praise me."
Mo Shangyun was startled, and almost missed smashing the binoculars in his hand at the squat guy.
What a lie!
"Why don't I praise another woman so you can feel it?" Yan Tianxing said, holding her shoulders, his actions were intimate and ambiguous, but his words were teasing.
Mo Shangyun sneered, and then said slowly, "You try?"
Those smiling eyes seemed to tell Yan Tianxing - if you dare to boast, I will sew your mouth.
Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows proudly, "I dare not try."
After he finished speaking, he patted Mo Shangyun's head.
Rolling his eyes at him, Mo Shangyun heard the gunshots stop, and was too lazy to care about him. When he picked up the binoculars to look, he saw Chen Shuhao put down the gun.
Unlike Feng Shan, Chen Shuhao was more nervous, and even the action of firing the gun was slightly trembling.
A face, pale and pale.
Squinting, Mo Shangyun shifted his gaze and looked at Chen Shuhao's target paper.
Seven rounds and ten rings, two rounds with nine rings, and one... Missing target.
Yan Tianxing glanced in the direction she was looking, with a calm expression, but almost assuredly commented: "She is not mentally qualified."
402, tsk, toothache