Chapter 118: Country Boy's Counterattack

On the informal training ground, especially the place for this kind of brother to have fun, it is already a good score to hit the seventh ring, and ten bullets at seventy, that is already the level of the lower soldiers.
Song Ye, who was familiar with all this information, finally understood why Bai Zhibin suddenly had such confidence.
However, she looked up at the ruthless teenager who stood there silently loading bullets and inspecting the spring, without any worries on her face.
"If you have time to talk nonsense, you might as well watch, how can I break your record." Xu Zihang's voice dropped, and he had quickly raised his gun with his gun in his hand and aimed at a target 50 meters away. It took only three seconds. With a slam, the first shot was released.
Subsequently, he quickly released a second shot, his eyebrows were tense and quickly entered the state of preparation for war, and he did not even breathe greatly, and every muscle in his body reached the best shooting state.
When the young man reacted and hurriedly cursed and released the first shot, Xu Zihang's fifth bullet had been released.
Song Ye ’s training has always advocated actual combat. Such a fixed-point target does n’t actually have much practice meaning, and the enemy ca n’t stand still and let you fight, so she shoots at the teenager. Speed ​​requirements are high.
Bang Bang ... Five consecutive shots in the back, Xu Zihang didn't pause in the middle, until the last shot was released, he put down the gun in his hand, removed the magazine inside it, and stood calmly after checking the equipment. next to.
The young man next door was able to hit the third shot. The gap in speed made the young man's emotions more tense and frowned. He must work hard to breathe deeply to overcome the pressure and not shake his hands, but once his mind is dispersed, he Has lost sight.
At the end of the first game, everyone in the room was silent until the results of the youth were announced on the big screen, sixty-seven rings.
"Good job!" Bai Zhibin first stood up, his face flushed with redness and faint blue veins. He stepped forward and patted the young man's shoulder. "Although it did not reach the optimal level, it was enough to kill many newbies in seconds." His medicine stone was brought back by them. In this battle, victory is not allowed.
"Hehe, Bai Shao, we will do our best for your business." The young man wiped the sweat from his palms, thanking himself that he hadn't messed up because of the tension.
But then another screen lit up, everyone could not help but look up, but was instantly shocked by the score above.
"Eighty-six rings ... impossible ..." Staring at the number, Bai Zhibin felt his head humming, and he couldn't hear other voices for a long time.
There was a scream of excitement around, looking at the gun targets that the system was moving closer to, and where the top was densely close to the key position, there were actually several shots that were within ten rings. Such a sight was frightening.
"In the first game, you lost." Song Ye stood on the side, speaking coldly, and declared the victory of the game, "Chuanzi, the next one for you."
The person she taught herself knew what the marksmanship was.
But Bai Zhibin wasn't clear. He had lost a game, and he couldn't lose again. "In the next game, I will play."
He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stand in the shooting position. A young man behind him began touting and shouting, "Shao Bai, crush them with your score of 85 rings and let them see what a sharpshooter is."
The eighty-fifth ring is one less than Xu Zihang just now, but this is enough to make Bai Zhibin be a sharpshooter in this club. Although the result of that time was somewhat lucky, after that, he can never break the record However, he did not think that Wang Tiechuan in front of him was as powerful as Xu Zihang.
However, it is a clay bun from the countryside. It is impossible to have more experience with a gun than him. No matter how good luck is, it is impossible to score high.
He took it for granted that Xu Zihang was the best gunner in that team, so there was no pressure in the current game. After adjusting the gun, he aimed and fired at the same time as Wang Tiechuan.
Bang Bang ... While in speed, Wang Tiechuan was slightly faster, but Bai Zhibin was disdainful.
Idiot, you hit the gun with the right head, not the speed. You will cry when you hit an empty target.
Thinking about it this way, Bai Zhibin concentrated his energy and maintained his own rhythm until the end of the second game, where he scored at the top of the screen.
Eighty two rings.
At the moment when applause rang behind him, he raised his corner of his mouth and looked at Song Ye with a cold look. "Boy, I'll be in another round later, don't cover your things and refuse to give me back." Obviously already feel that they will win.
After all, it is very rare for an amateur to score such a score.
Suddenly, the cheering around came to an abrupt end, and everything became quiet.
Bai Zhibin was suspicious, and just wanted to ask something, but saw Song Ye's icy face slowly evoking a touch of radian, just like the cold moonlight in the sky, beautiful but without a trace of temperature.
With a sudden rumbling in his heart, he looked up suddenly and looked at the screen above Wang Tiechuan.
Eighty nine rings.
Bai Zhibin took a step back, his confident face was full of shock at the moment.
Are these people Song Ye brought all monsters?
"You have lost." The two winners in the first two games won. The third game was no longer necessary. Song Yeyun announced the result lightly. He was not happy and proud, as if everything was for the same reason.
But this self-confidence crushed Bai Zhibin's self-esteem severely. He gritted his teeth and watched the medicine stone fall into Song Ye's hands. His heart was full of unwillingness, and when his mind turned sharply, he had an idea and stood still Footsteps suddenly said: "The game is a matter for both of us. From start to finish, you haven't even played a game, which is obviously unfair."
Song Yegang took the agreement into his pocket, heard the words, and glanced at it slightly. "So?"
Seeing a bit guilty at first glance, Bai Zhibin's breath paused, but he continued arrogantly: "If you have the ability, come down and compare with me. Whoever wins is the master of the medicine stone, dare?"
"Well, you lie, you clearly say that even if you win two games in a row, Song Ye has already won two games, and you want to overturn the previous results, why." Wang Qianqian also rushed out to defend Song Ye, this is Bai Zhibin. They started to provoke them first, and it was cheaper to win him a medicine stone.
"So what, the previous ones are not counted, he did not play, that is not a game." Bai Zhibin also really ignored the face and played rogue, so angry that Wang Qianqian wanted to scratch him.
Song Ye went straight to the gun stand and picked up a pistol. "Okay, then the game will be decided."