Interstellar Rebirth: The Admiral’s Wife is Good and Wild

Chapter 174 Competition

Xuan Ping from Team Cheng Feng was the first to go up, that is, he was the first soldier to propose a competition.

The fifty-meter target was shot three times, bang bang bang, and the smart display on the side of the field showed the results: eight rings, nine rings, ten rings.

Immediately the stadium burst into cheers and applause, and Qu Tong also clapped.

Generally, pistol shooting starts from 20 meters and 30 meters and increases upwards, but they started with a 50-meter target, which is a very good result.

Xuan Ping bared his big teeth and was a little proud: "Madam, you are showing your shame."

Cheng Feng kicked him over: "It's really ugly, next one."

Xuan Ping twisted his butt and successfully dodged Cheng Feng's kick, making way for others to get in.

One after another everyone got on, leaving only Wen You, Chengfeng and Qu Tong.

Wen You and Cheng Feng came together, and the soldiers on both sides immediately cheered for their captain.

One look at this posture, and you can tell that the two of them usually compete with each other.

In the end, Wen Youqi missed the ninth, ninth and tenth rings by one move.

The wind becomes ten rings, nine rings, ten rings.

Cheng Feng blew the muzzle of his gun coolly and looked at Wen You provocatively.

Wen You glared at him, then turned to Qu Tong: "Tong Tong, come up and destroy his arrogance."

Qu Tong spread his hands and said helplessly: "I can't guarantee it."

Qu Tong stepped forward and basically fired without much aim.

The bullet flew out with a "whoosh" sound, and the cartridge case automatically popped out.

Everyone looked at the display screen, the seventh ring...

Qu Tong touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

The scene was quiet for a while.

Xuan Ping applauded enthusiastically: "Madam, it is already very impressive to have such good results for the first time."

Then there was applause one after another.

"Yes, when I hit 50 meters for the first time, I missed the target directly."

"Yes, Madam must be unfamiliar with the Admiral's guns."

"Come on, ma'am, the next shot will definitely hit the 10th ring."

Qu Tong watched everyone bragging and twitched the corners of his lips.

Wen You rolled her eyes at Qu Tong: "Can you aim well? Our boss is still here, how can you let him down?"

Qu Tong turned his head to look at Si Yuting. The man's eyes were always as clear as snow. It seemed that no matter what she did, she could not cause him any trouble.

"I've always been like this when shooting, and I haven't received professional training." Qu Tong said naturally.

It would be weird if she aimed professionally.

She didn't mean not to fight well. She was indeed not very familiar with Si Yuting's gun.

"Our boss is a professional. Madam, you can ask our boss to give you private lessons." Cheng Feng took the opportunity to glance at Si Yuting and teased.

Other soldiers followed suit.

Qu Tong smiled: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

The corners of Si Yuting's lips seemed to curl up, and he said very lightly: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

As soon as the words changed, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "However, as long as you hit the target, gestures are not important, just like your performance in the league."

"Your Highness is right." Qu Tong smiled calmly and raised his pistol again, seriously but not standardly.

Everyone then remembered that Qu Tong was always instant in the league and didn't take much aim at all. They couldn't help but look forward to the third game.

The second shot, the eighth ring, was mediocre.

But Qu Tong found some touch and quickly fired the second shot, 10 rings.

"Madam is amazing!"

Everyone started the second session lively.

The effect was ideal. After Qu Tong got used to it, he could basically hit.

Although the second game was not based on the number of rounds, Qu Tong was basically able to hit the center point, and as the soldier said before, he was completely crushed.

All the soldiers were convinced of their defeat, and their praise was sincere.

The third game is also the most difficult one.

The training machine sprays out 20 flying saucers randomly, and the one with the most hits wins.

This not only requires prediction, but also shooting quickly and accurately, otherwise if you miss one accidentally, the rhythm will be easily messed up later.

"Madam, you go first!"

A group of people were looking forward to Qu Tong's wonderful performance, but Cheng Feng reached out to stop him: "Aren't you afraid that Madam will get in first and you won't dare to get in after being beaten?"

"That's right, I'll go first then."

Xuan Ping was the first to attack in a high-spirited manner. He was as fierce as a tiger in one move, and his score was 15 or 15 at a glance.

"Eh~" came the sighs from the crowd below.

"Hey, hey, maybe you are not as good as me?" Xuan Ping raised his head and walked back to the team.

As expected, everyone's record hovered around 15.

Wen You hit 19, and proudly provoked Cheng Feng, who only hit 18.

Just as Qu Tong was about to step forward, Cheng Feng felt that based on Qu Tong's previous performance, this one was not difficult at all, so he suggested, "How about I show you, madam, the level of hell?"

"What is the level of hell?" Qu Tong raised his eyebrows.

"It's a level that only our generals can pass." Cheng Feng smiled with squinted eyes and rubbed his palms. It seemed that as soon as Qu Tong agreed, he would immediately adjust the mode to the most difficult level.

Qu Tong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Cheng Feng immediately changed the mode, then pointed at Xuan Ping and said: "Xuan Ping comes out and demonstrates to Madam."

Xuan Ping came out: "Report! I can't do it!"

Chengfeng pointed to the soldier next to him again. Before he could speak, the soldier spoke first: "I can't report it either."

The other soldiers also looked left and right, but they didn't pick up on Cheng Feng.

It's not like they haven't seen the difficulty of this project. They usually practice fine, but if they perform at such a scummy level in front of the wife, wouldn't they be embarrassed and lose their fortune?

Cheng Feng secretly cursed his men for not living up to expectations and turned his attention to Team Wen You.

Wen You showed a threatening smile: "Thank you for the invitation, get out!"

In the end, Chengfeng could only grit his teeth and do it on his own.

Cheng Feng posed, and then asked Wen You to help her click the start button.

I saw that the machine that sprayed flying saucers was far away, spraying flying saucers in a mess from three different directions. Within five seconds, all 20 flying saucers were in the sky, and within 10 seconds, all 20 flying saucers landed.

Gunshots rang out intensively, 14 minutes.

Chengfeng stroked his forehead and took a long breath. Fortunately, he performed exceptionally and did not achieve single-digit results.

Then he turned around and said to Qu Tong with a smile: "Madam, it's your turn."

Qu Tong was speechless, this was indeed difficult.

If the interstellar guns hadn't been improved, no one would have been able to do it.

Qu Tong had to pay attention.

I asked Si Yuting for bullets and filled the magazine with exactly 20 bullets.

Qu Tong rolled up his sleeves, walked to the fixed shooting platform, and raised his gun.

Si Yuting happened to be standing at the edge of the stage, and when he turned his head, he could see the azure mark under Qu Tong's white wrist, which was fresher than what he saw in the video last time.

It doesn't look like a tattoo, but more like a birthmark, which is just half covered by Guang Nao's bracelet.

When Qu Tong raised his hand, his whole temperament changed. He looked forward, focused and sharp.

The gunfire rang out, the gunfire ended, the scene was silent for a moment, and then burst into fierce cheers.

"Mighty Madam!"

"Madam is domineering!"

"Hold the grass, Madam is so awesome, she's almost as good as the general."

Si Yuting raised his eyebrows and looked at Qu Tong's score, 19 points, which is very good.

It is hard to imagine that a little girl without professional training and no mental strength could achieve this result.

Although his soldiers are all well-rounded and not specialized in this field, and cannot compare to the Sixth Army's special sniper team, their marksmanship can overwhelm most people.

Qu Tong was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and turned around calmly. He happened to look at Si Yuting, handed the gun back, and raised his lips with a smile:

"Your Highness, I would like to see your marksmanship."