Chapter 1133: Just trust me

Chapter 1133
Wei Xun is not a fool, otherwise, he would not stand out among the elite fighters, nor would he be so arrogant and proud.
He used these three competitions to distract Fang Chuan and Yang Yifan's personal abilities.
In the battle of eight people, the fighters on their side were obviously better than the other.
Moreover, shooting and tactical combat, their team ranks first among the elite teams every year.
Even if Zhang Dejun and his team are very powerful and competitive with them, they just failed again and again.
What's more, now Zhang Dejun and their team, the real masters, are all lost in the historic sites.
"Good!" Fang Chuan agreed.
"This is really difficult." Zhang Dejun whispered to Fang Chuan.
"Don't worry." At this time, Sang Ling, who had not spoken, smiled and said: "Brother Xiaochuan will definitely be able to do it. As long as you believe any words of Brother Xiaochuan, you will win!"
"Huh?" Wei Xun turned his gaze to Sang Ling at this time, his eyes lit up.
The fifteen or six-year-old girl is simply slim, and the temperament of Sang Ling and the half-big loli made him feel more excited.
"What do you look at, haven't you seen a beautiful woman?" Sang Ling immediately sensed Wei Xun's nasty thoughts and said angrily: "Be careful I let Brother Xiaochuan make you deaf again!"
"Huh?" When Wei Xun heard this, he was a little confused, and quickly looked back.
He is not afraid of the heavens and the earth. Now he is deaf with these words, but he is a little afraid. After all, the experience just now was too terrifying.
Fang Chuan waved his hand and said to Zhang Dejun: "Don't worry, if I can't lead you to victory, how can I guarantee to bring you back safely?"
"Good!" Zhang Dejun nodded quickly, "I understand."
"Mr. Fang, I will do whatever you say!" Yang Yifan also said quickly.
Fang Chuan clicked the corner of his mouth, what he needs is such a team!
Then, he turned his gaze to Wei Xun and smiled faintly: "In this case, let's start."
"We will let you know what an elite is." Wei Xun's face also showed strong confidence.
He has some small worries about certain abilities of Fang Chuan, but he has great confidence in his team.
Afterwards, he swaggered and led everyone to the shooting range.
This shooting range is a very modern shooting range. It is a place used by soldiers to contact shooting.
At this moment, there are already many fighters training here.
The match between Wei Xun's team and Fang Chuan's team suddenly spread, and aroused the attention of many people.
"Wei Xun's team is really amazing. Zhang Dejun and his team have only six people left, plus Yang Yifan, and a doctor named Fang Chuan. It's nondescript!"
"They seem to be a bit contradictory!"
"I feel that Zhang Dejun will lose!"
The crowd also surrounded them. They were elite fighters. Relatively speaking, they were freer than ordinary fighters.
They were talking happily one by one, and he was naturally very excited that something like this could happen in this boring barracks.
However, they also agreed that Fang Chuan would lose!
After all, Zhang Dejun and his team were inferior to Wei Xun's team before, and now Zhang Dejun and his team are incomplete.
Moreover, there is a non-combat unit, the doctor!
It's impossible to win!
Fang Chuan naturally listened to these people's words.
Of course there is nothing wrong with him, but Zhang Dejun and the others are unhappy and their faces are deep.
Fang Chuan smiled faintly and waved his hand: "My team, first of all, don't be affected by other words. You just have to believe a little, and I can lead you to victory."
His words are also very contagious, and everyone's emotions have changed a little after a word is said.
Zhang Dejun and the others have an inexplicable trust in each other.
Fang Chuan looked at Wei Xun at this time: "Okay, can we start now?"
"Go ahead, move the target at high speed!" Wei Xun pointed to the exquisite human-shaped target in front of him. "Our elite fighters have the most basic ability to hit non-uniform moving targets."
"And the elite of our elites is to hit high-speed non-uniform targets."
"If you don't have confidence, you can give in directly. Anyway, if you win two games in three games, you have other opportunities."
As he spoke, he revealed strong confidence.
"Moving at high speed?" Everyone was stunned.
They knew that this high-speed moving target was already difficult to hit, not to mention that it was still at a non-uniform speed.
You know, these targets move back and forth, and they are 100 meters apart recently and two hundred meters apart at the farthest.
Such a wide range of targets can be hit, it is already good, not to mention high scores.
"Mr. Fang, have you ever learned to shoot?" Yang Yifan was a little worried, but he had practiced these basic skills in the reserve.
However, Fang Chuan may not be able to do it.
Moreover, Zhang Dejun and others are not too strong in this item.
"No."
Fang Chuan shook his head. He really hadn't learned to shoot. "However, it doesn't matter. I still said that. Believe me, you will be half of the victory."
He said again: "Of course, it's useless for me to say this all the time. I want to tell you with facts."
Afterwards, he waved to Wilson: "Don't say more, you can start."
"it is good!"
Wei Xun clicked the corner of his mouth, and he immediately selected seven sharpshooters from the team, and came to the target platform with him.
Then, he asked people to start entering the parameters of the moving target.
Suddenly, those moving targets began to move back and forth, left and right, irregularly, moving at a speed faster than a 100-meter sprint for ordinary people.
Brush and brush
Not to mention that everyone can hit this moving target, even if it is caught with the naked eye, it is very difficult.
Papa--
But at this moment, Weisson has already started!
Ten shots per person. After the bullets are shot, the computer automatically reads and displays the final score.
Weison was full of self-confidence when he was holding a gun. Every time he pulled the trigger, it also showed his absolute strength.
A wheel bounced past, and Wei Xun actually scored a terrible score of 78 points.
In other words, on such a high-speed and irregularly moving target, Weisson scored an average of 7.8 points.
This is already terrible!
Even if it is an ordinary moving target at a constant speed, some elite fighters cannot achieve such results.
His ability is evident.
Then there was another gunshot, and the other seven people also finished their targets.
An officer in charge of the shooting range, after looking at the system, said to everyone: "Wei Xun team, eight players, a total of 501 points!"
"Oh my God!"
"They deserve to be among the elite!"
When everyone listened, they couldn't help but feel moved. This is equivalent to their average grades being six o'clock.
This is a high-speed moving target!