Chapter 532: Magical

"What is she doing?"
"Oh, mother! Isn't she going to shoot with her eyes closed?"
"Is there such a cow?"
Some people didn't believe it and raised questions.
"Could it be because your eyes are tired? So close and rest?"
"It's also possible that you have no confidence and are nervous?"
"No..." Someone yelled suddenly, "She is still looking for a gun."
Many are scouts with poisoned eyes! And everyone seems to be a professional soldier, very professional! What kind of person weighs a few kilograms, just look at it.
They could see that the female soldier was not acting on purpose, she was serious.
Many officers on the rostrum also looked surprised.
Even Haiyunbing was surprised to ask Su Hai next to him, "She really has such a magical ability?" Shooting with closed eyes, as far as he knows, only sharpshooters who play guns all the time have this feeling. .
This does not guarantee 100% success. A 40% success rate is already amazing!
"Maybe!" Su Hai was faintly excited.
Xu Qigang looked at Sheng Ning intently, without disguising the brilliance and appreciation in his eyes.
His little daughter-in-law is indeed the best. I think Xu Qigang and He De can find his little wife. When we first met, he was ready to die alone. Because he could not see any attention in her eyes at all, it can be said that she has no impression of herself.
But at the second meeting, the surprise she brought to her was simply the greatest gift of his life.
Her love is the best everything in his life.
Sheng Ning found the touch, sinking to feel the wind, the warmth of the sun shining on her body, and the sound of the sun jumping on her skin.
Then she pressed the trigger, moved it once, and moved the pistol once.
At the end of the three shots, she opened her eyes and put the gun down before vaguely feeling that her hands were shaking, her legs were shaking, and her whole body was shaking.
The scene was silent, and everyone's hearts were hanging in the air.
The old man couldn't even stand nervously, he needed Meng Xingzhi's support.
The members of the Thirty-Ninth Division in the audience swallowed nervously, their eyes fixed on Sheng Ning on the stage.
For fear of missed, bad position!
"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings...Three shots and ten rings, three shots and three targets all ten rings..." The person who reported the count was almost screaming hoarse, repeating repeatedly, dancing with excitement.
The scene was quiet for three minutes, and countless people either had their jaws dropped or their eyes were about to come out.
There are still a lot of constant rubbing ears, suspecting that I heard it wrong.
"Yeah..." The members of the Thirty-Ninth Division went crazy with joy.
Yang Wenying finally breathed a sigh of relief, she had just tightened her whole body, and now she relaxed, she felt all over her body sweat.
"That's amazing!" Qiu Bai had star-eyed eyes, "I don't know if I want to keep her in the art troupe. Are we a bit too selfish like this?" Such sharpshooters put her in other positions. , Maybe it will be more valuable.
"Don't! If you let her go, I will try my best with you." She just guessed that Chen Huaying would be transferred. If Shengning is being transferred, who would she go to?
She has nowhere to cry.
Chen Huaying is different. Her ambition is not to be a literary soldier. But Sheng Ning really loves Ping dance, and she is very talented.
Such people should be in the art troupe.
"Don't worry, I can't bear it!"