Chapter 936: Ten shots one hole

More than ten minutes before the hotel fell into madness.
Ye Hao and Hong Xiaoren were already standing in the shooting area.
"The rules are very simple. Shoot the target fifty meters ahead. Everyone has ten bullets. Whoever has the highest number of rings in the end wins. Whoever starts first.
The instructor captain stood beside them.
"You start first, otherwise I'm worried that you won't even have a chance to play." Ye Hao smiled and looked at Hong Xiaoren next to him.
"I have been playing guns since I was eight years old. I still don't believe you can be better than me!" Hong Xiaoren picked up the Type 95 rifle in front of him and aimed at the target in front.
Adjust your breathing, your eyes are three points and one line, your fingers are slowly squeezed on the trigger.
Hong Xiaoren’s actions are very standard, and the soldiers and instructors next to him are amazed.
This kid is a soldier.
With a little training, it is not impossible to go to special forces.
Bang
Bang
Bang
After shooting a few shots in a row.
The muzzle in Hong Xiaoren's hand was still smoking.
"Report to the target."
The instructor captain shouted to the soldier next to him.
The soldier trot past immediately.
At this moment, almost all the students' hearts were hanging in their throats.
This kind of shooting duel, they have only seen it in TV series and movies, this is the first time in their lives that they have really seen this kind of occasion.
Hong Xiaoren was also very nervous at the moment. He hoped that his grades could be better, otherwise he would really bleed.
"Report. Shooting results: four ten rings, six nine rings. A total of 94 rings."
Pop pop
The instructor captain applauded first, and the surrounding soldiers and instructors also applauded.
The students who did not know why also began to applaud.
"Fifty-meter shooting, 94 ring. This is also a pretty good result in our army, boy. Have you considered joining the army after graduation?"
The instructor captain looked at this Hong Xiaoren with admiration.
Hong Xiaoren breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. This result was much better than before.
His usual best result is only around 90 rings, this time it is really super level.
"It's your turn." Hong Xiaoren handed the gun to Ye Hao.
I want to see how you can beat my 94th ring.
Ye Hao took the gun, removed the empty magazine, picked up the magazine with ten live ammunition next to it, and pressed it on.
At this time, the front target had been replaced with a new target paper, and the soldiers retreated to a safe distance.
"You can shoot..." Before the instructor captain finished speaking, there was a gunshot in his ear.
呯呯呯...
Raise the gun, aim, shoot, close the gun.
Ye Hao's movements before and after were done in one go, almost completed all the movements in less than a second, hitting all ten bullets.
This made the students who originally wanted to pay tribute to Ye Hao's shooting process stupid.
I didn't expect it to end so soon.
"Student Ye Hao doesn't seem to be aiming at all, just pick up the gun and shoot directly? This is a bit too exaggerated, right?"
"It feels a bit too pretentious. If a bullet misses the target, then classmate Ye Hao will bleed heavily."
There are already whispering voices among the students.
"You can report to the target." Ye Hao said.
The instructor captain recovered, he shouted at the soldier in the distance: "Report the target."
Hong Xiaoren looked at Ye Hao, his face was very bad.
He felt insulted and despised.
Ye Hao's shooting was completely different from his own. Just now, his shooting was targeted and targeted.
And Ye Hao's is a short-term rapid fire!
It is very difficult to fire in a short time, because the gun will produce recoil during the shooting. If you keep shooting, the muzzle will slowly move up.
If you want to keep the bullet from deviating too much in rapid fire, you need a skill, which is a word often used in shooting: pressure gun.
This pressure gun is not a pressure gun in shooting games, it's easy to move the mouse.
You need to have a good gun control posture, shooting action, and all aspects must be calculated accurately.
But anyway, this time the game is about shooting results, not shooting difficulty.
Hong Xiaoren turned his head to look at the soldier who was counting targets.
The soldier's expression was very strange at the moment, and he didn't speak for a long time.
"What's the matter? Report the target soon!" The instructor captain urged.
The soldier turned around and stood up straight: "Report. The target... There is only one eye on the target, ten rings. In addition... the other nine shots missed the target."
Missing!
Everyone was stunned.
Ten shots and nine shots missed the target?
The students boiled again.
"Look, let Ye Hao pretend to be forced. Now the ship has capsized in the gutter. Ten shots and nine shots missed the target, even if I went up, I would not be better than him."
"I have something delicious today."
"This face crackles."
Hong Xiaoren went from surprise to surprise.
Ten shots and nine shots missed the target.
Hahaha.
Just now I thought that this kid had no interest, it turned out to be a fake.
That's right, the advantage of fighting guns does not mean that shooting is great.
"Student Ye Hao, don't forget our bet. Our lunch is up to you." Hong Xiaoren looked at Ye Hao like a winner.
But Ye Hao stood there without changing his face, looking at the distant target with his eyes.
At this moment, the instructor captain came out suddenly and walked towards the target fifty meters away.
"Captain. I can't count it wrong, there is only one shot hole here. The other nine shots missed the target." Seeing the captain coming, the soldier thought he suspected that he had reported the wrong target.
The instructor captain ignored him, but walked straight behind the target.
"Come here and see what the target number is." The instructor captain's voice came from behind the target.
The target soldier came over.
The students in the distance didn't understand what the was doing, didn't all the results have come out.
A few seconds later, the soldier who reported the target came out again, and the expression on his face was even more weird at this moment.
He raised his hand high: "Report. The number of targets reported just now is wrong, not ten rings. It is one hundred rings!"
One hundred rings?
All students feel whether their ears have misheard.
Didn’t it just say that ten shots and nine shots missed the target, why is this a hundred rings?
Does one hundred rings mean full rings?
Hong Xiaoren was stunned.
"Student Hong Xiaoren, don't forget our bet. Our lunch is up to you." The same words came out of Ye Hao's mouth.
After speaking, Ye Hao turned and walked back to the camp of his class.
One hundred rings?
After Hong Xiaoren's mind paused, he had an idea.
He hurried towards the shooting range.
"Hey. No entry into the shooting range without permission!" Immediately there were soldiers who wanted to intercept Hong Xiaoren.
The instructor captain stopped them: "Let him see with his own eyes, otherwise he will not be convinced. It's a pity that a genius has encountered a monster."
Hong Xiaoren ran to the target, there was indeed only one hole in the target paper.
Hong Xiaoren walked behind the target with a sullen face.
He looked at the special "wall" standing behind the target in disbelief.
A hole is just behind the hole on the tenth ring of the target, showing a straight line.
There are a lot of bullets in the hole, one by one, like soldiers lined up, quite neatly.
Not reconciled, Hong Xiaoren stretched out his hand to pull out the bullet from the hole.
Ten!
Hong Xiaoren looked at the ten warheads in his hand, and he was silent.
Hong Xiaoren now knows why there is only one hole in the target.
It wasn't that ten shots and nine shots missed the target at all, but that all ten shots were shot in a hole!
Ten shots and one hole.
Ten shots per hole!
He asked himself, this technique, he needs to practice for a few years before he can develop it.
Just now he thought that Ye Hao was insulting him.
Hehe, people's skills are better than their own, and there is no insult.
Hong Xiaoren clenched the ten warheads in his hand and walked out, looking at the instructor captain.
"Instructor, can I leave these ten warheads." The instructor captain looked at him: "Yeah."