Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangjun wanted to shoot Gu Yinglan, the sharpshooter of the recruit company. After kneeling and training according to the gun, he quickly spread throughout the company. Even the male soldiers heard a little.

The expectations for this competition are so high that they have forgotten the fatigue, dullness, fatigue, and even muscle soreness and weakness during training.

The male soldiers invariably suggested to their respective platoon leaders that after a three-minute war of words, the platoon leader led by Li Liang first compromised and agreed that they would watch this "rare" shooting competition.

They arrived at the shooting range before the start of the game. Outside the group of women soldiers surrounding the half circle, they also surrounded them in a half circle for easy viewing.

"Start!"

Commander Tong, as the referee, blew his whistle when the two were ready.

When the men took a breath, and looked up again, they found that Mo Shangyun was facing away from the box where the mandatory parts were placed, but she did not stop with both hands and assembled the gun at a very fast speed.

Gu Yinglan faced the box face-to-face, occasionally, would take time to look at the ink on the back to assemble the gun.

Mo Shangjun's calm and calm temperament will increase the psychological pressure of his opponent invisible.

Gu Yinglan frowned gently.

"What's going on here? Why do we have Mr. Murong on his back?"

"Yeah, it's too unfair."

"How do you start with assembling guns?"

...

The male soldiers issued many questions.

Because of their over-protection and yelling at Mo Shangyun, the female soldiers gradually began to respond to them.

"Don't talk about it, this is the matter that Mr. Mo raised himself."

"Sister Gu doesn't have many chances to touch the gun. The speed is normal and slower than the length of the company. Therefore, the company will only turn her back to assemble."

"Be quiet, even Mr. Mo has no objection, you should stop yelling. Just look at it."

...

Good men do not fight with women.

Hearing their explanation, the male soldiers gradually closed their mouths.

The female soldiers were also attentive, and did not bother with them. Before Gu Yinglan and Mo Shangyun assembled the guns, they were quiet.

Mo Shangjun and Gu Yinglan were assembled almost at the same time.

Mo Shangyun turned around, picked up the assembled gun, and got up with Gu Yinglan.

However, when the two shot with short guns, many people, including Lin Qi and Tong Lianchang, frowned slightly.

Mo Shangjun initially assembled the gun so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye. If Mo Shangyun kept this speed, the time could be increased by one third, but her speed decreased significantly in the later period.

Kind of... deliberately lower the speed and make Gu Yinglan mean.

"What's going on with her?"

When the gunshots sounded, Commander Tong turned his head and said to Lin Qi.

Her voice could not be hidden, but in the continuous gunfire, only Lin Qi could hear clearly.

Lin Qi's eyes flickered and answered, "I don't know."

I don't know, half-truths, everything can only be guessed.

According to her understanding of Mo Shangjun, Mo Shangjun's individual combat skills have reached a certain height-otherwise she would be difficult to become an instructor in a training camp specializing in training special forces candidates. And now, according to the rumor, Mo Shangyun has been invited by the 907 troops to be one of the instructors selected by the special forces, that is to say, her strength must be above the ordinary special forces.

Each item, even if she has weaknesses, will not be weak.

She didn't think Mo Shangyun would lose.

Naturally, such a powerful person as Mo Shangyun will not make mistakes in such trivial matters.

It must have been intentionally made Gu Yinglan correct.

If you add one more, it is to make Gu Yinglan less psychologically stressed.

For Mo Shangjun, it doesn't matter whether Gu Yinglan wins or not-after all, Mo Shangyun was a bizarre existence that often hides behind his hidden strength during school. Her behavior was just to test Gu Yinglan's ability.

At the same time, watching a good matchup can also boost morale for the recruits present.

On the shooting range, Mo Shangjun's duel with Gu Yinglan soon ended.

The shooting behavior of the two people is very standard, and no one has made a mistake.

While everyone was holding their breath, company commander Tong took up the telescope and looked at the target paper of the two people. She spent more time than everyone thought, and repeatedly confirmed the two target papers.

The final result is-

"Two people, 15 bullets, all in." Tong Lianchang took a deep breath and said the result one by one.

Draw.

The audience was silent for a moment, staring at them dumbly.

Fuck, can all 15 bullets hit? !

With the rifle in his hand, Gu Yinglan squinted at Mo Shangyun and asked her, "Are you still here?"

"Okay."

Hook your lips, the ink should be refreshing.

"How do you compare?" Gu Yinglan asked, grasping the rifle slightly tightly, and it was rare to see the blood boiling after meeting the strong.

Mo Shangyun thought about it, and then said to the company Tong Tong: "Let's go 100 meters further."

The effective range of the Type 95 automatic rifle is 400 meters.

"Yes." Tong Lianlong nodded.

She is also curious about the strength of Mo Shangyun and Gu Yinglan.

She beckoned, let the two put the target back 100 meters, and then restarted the game.

The onlookers looked at them nervously, only to feel that their nerves were tight, which was even more tense than their own shooting.

However, the second result was still stunned.

The two men, with a hundred shots, made no mistakes.

Even though the squad leader and platoon leader repeatedly asked for "quietness", the onlookers couldn't help but explode. They were amazed by the results of the two, and the words in the mouth could not stop the surprise.

"My mother, when can I get this shot?"

"Go dreaming, can't you do this without some talent?"

"This is exactly the same as the sharpshooter I watched on TV. I am not dreaming."

...

Okay.

"Do you compare?" Gu Yinglan looked at Mo Shangyun eagerly.

"100 meters further back?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"Yes." Gu Yinglan nodded.

Hearing the sound, company commander Tong raised his eyebrows and objected: "No, it is beyond the effective range."

Mo Shangyun didn't care, so he retreated: "Then 50 meters."

Mr. Tong: "..."

100 meters is over, 50 meters is over.

Can you still laugh in fifty steps?

What brain circuit is this person!

"I have no objection." Gu Yinglan said.

Mr. Tong: "..."

Is it useless for her to speak?

At this time, Lin Qi also came to the company commander Tong, whispered and persuaded: "Mr. Tong, I think I can try it."

Company Commander Tong raised his eyebrows and gave Lin Qi a suspicious look.

Lin Qi said: "They will not give up regardless of the outcome."

Tong Lianchang slightly pursed his lips, and under the sight of many expectations, he finally made a decision, "OK."

When the words fell, things were so settled.

This time, she didn't even give orders, and the two people who pushed the target backwards voluntarily ran towards that side.

Mo Shangyun put the rifle on his shoulders, arms folded, and looked at the target in front with a smile on his face.

Gu Yinglan glanced at her from time to time.

When I came to the recruit company, I never met a really powerful opponent. Even Qi Qi and Sheng Zi, two highly potential existences, although they have been growing rapidly for more than a month, they are not enough to be her opponents. To the point.

Unexpectedly, there will be a Mo Shangyun.

Not a few years older than her, but like the rumors, it is really a "legend".

Mo Shangyun was killed by Mo Shunyun in her hand, and even her best at shooting, Mo Shangjun could be comparable to her—

Or, even worse.

Thinking of this, Gu Yinglan narrowed his eyes.

This kind of person who can't touch the depth is actually not suitable for being an opponent.

Although I don't understand, it makes people subconsciously feel that it is not bottomed out.

Gu Yinglan withdrew his eyes.

The people watching around gradually stopped talking and turned their attention to the two protagonists. Some people even took a deep breath to prevent themselves from being too nervous.

Soon, the third round of shooting competition is about to start.

"Beep--"

Mr. Tong feared that the sound of the shout was not right, and blew his whistle directly.

The third time, in the same mode, the guns were assembled, the three postures were switched and shot, 450 meters, a total of 15 bullets.

Bang-Bang-Bang-

The sound is deafening, but every shot is just like penetrating the heart, making people unstoppable and tense.

In the end, the two shot 15 bullets and dropped their guns at the same time.

Company Commander Tong picked up the telescope to observe, even she restrained her breath nervously, and the fingers holding the telescope tremble inadvertently.

Gu Yinglan glanced at the ink and looked a bit more admired.

What is the situation, she knows her own mind.

She lost.