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monument!

What!

Monument! Click! Bang! Click!

A cadet skillfully pulled the bolt of Mosin Nagant's gun and fired a bullet quickly.

His speed did not affect his accuracy, 5 shots hit the target at 200 meters with precision, and all hit the bullseye.

At this moment, his instructor came over and shouted at him, "Fan Zhiguo! This is shooting in a prone position! Who told you to shoot while standing?"

Just after scolding, the instructor noticed that he was not holding the Type 79 rifle prepared for the test, but the Mosin Nagan he brought in.

"Why did you bring it in again, why don't you use the 79-style test preparation?" The instructor didn't stop.

"I'm happy." The student named Fan Zhiguo raised his head slightly, expressing disdain.

Then Fan Zhiguo turned his head and left, "If you want to train me, you must stand and hit the bull's-eye."

"You!" The instructor was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Fan Zhiguo's grade is undoubtedly the best 18 at present, and it is estimated that the next students will not be able to reach his level.

Gu Han saw a trace of Jia Jiliang's shadow in him, this kid must have a good talent.

So Gu Han left Fan Zhiguo who was about to leave the shooting range.

Fan Zhiguo lazily carried the gun on his back and was about to leave the shooting range when someone patted his back with a hand.

He turned his head impatiently, "Why?"

Fan Zhiguo thought it was the instructor who followed him again, but it turned out to be a handsome soldier he had never seen before.

"It looks about my age, could it be from the police squad?" Fan Zhiguo was a little puzzled.

Gu Han looked at him and said slowly: "You just said that as long as you can stand up and hit all the bullseyes, you can train you, right?

Fan Zhiguo felt as if he was being provoked, and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Why do you think you can do it?"

"Which green onion are you? New instructor? I haven't seen you before." Fan Zhiguo looked up and down Gu Han.

"Borrowing a gun, I'll give you a full hit." Gu Han stretched out his hand to him, Fan Zhiguo frowned, looking very resistant to lending his gun to the police.

But curiosity outweighed his resistance, Fan Zhiguo slowly pulled the gun belt out of his arm and handed the gun to Gu Han.

Then Gu Han walked up to the instructor and muttered a few words, and the instructor nodded and agreed.

This made Fan Zhiguo even more puzzled, but he knew that this person should have a higher rank than an instructor.

I saw Gu Han's feet were shoulder-width apart, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and he raised his gun to take aim.

Then he took a deep breath, and his fingers pulled the trigger.

Monument! Zack! Bang! Zack!

Gu Han quickly pulled the bolt, his speed was almost the same as Fan Zhiguo.

"Awesome, buddy! It feels like the speed is about the same as Zhiguo! A student couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I don't think he's playing too well.

"But his stance is pretty standard, it's a standard standing shot.

"It's really standard, it feels exactly like the textbook.

The instructor was obviously also startled and looked at it with a solemn expression.

Fan Zhiguo knew very well that the hand speed of this handsome looking buddy was actually faster than his own.

He looked at him in disbelief, his expression twitching.

The student who was responsible for reporting the results reported the results: "5 rounds hit the bull's-eye."

Gu Han reloaded Mosin Nagant with ammunition, and sounded Fan Zhiguo coming.

"How is it, are you qualified to train you now?" Gu Han handed the gun to Fan Zhiguo.

Fan Zhiguo took the gun, but still said unconvincingly: "It's just doing what I've done again, if you have the ability to shoot from a standing position of 600 meters with me.

Gu Han had long expected that he would not be convinced, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll compare with you, but if I win this time, you have to leave the military academy and follow me."

"Okay! It's a deal! If you lose, kowtow to me and apologize! Fan Zhiguo smiled maliciously.

The members of the sniper team informed the instructor about the situation in advance, and the instructor was a little confused.

"Comparing can be compared, but you can't want people like this. It's still not allowed to bring people to the military academy!" The instructor said firmly.

The team members showed him the document issued by the commander. After he took it, he read it carefully two or three times, and agreed with a frown.

Then, Wei Han and Fan Zhiguo stood at the shooting position together, each holding a Mosin Nagant in their hands.

Gu Han's hand was specially found by the instructor in the school armory.

Gu Han's target is on the left, while Fan Zhiguo's target is on the right.

Fan Zhiguo glanced at Gu Han and said: "Within 5 seconds, if you shoot empty ammunition beyond the time, you will lose. 1

Gu Han responded lightly, "Yes.

Seeing Gu Han's understatement, Fan Zhiguo couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. He hated such pretentious people the most.

The instructor saw that both of them were ready, and shouted the password: "Shooting!

As soon as the accent fell, Fan Zhiguo and Gu Han acted synchronously as if they were mirror reflections of each other.

"What's the origin of this little brother? To make Zhiguo act so earnestly.

"No matter what his background is, I can't compare with you anyway!

"I think Zhiguo might win."

Everyone was discussing, but Gu Han and Fan Zhiguo couldn't hear the surrounding discussions at this time, and they were all focused.

"Fire!" The instructor pressed the stopwatch.

Bang! Bang!

In less than 5 seconds, the instructor and the police pressed the stopwatch twice.

"Damn, how fast can you hit 600 meters?

"Can this hit?"

"I saw my little brother shaking a bit, it seems that Fan Zhiguo is going to win."

Gu Han put down the gun, and took advantage of the situation to check whether there was any gunpowder in the receiver.

Fan Zhiguo let out a light breath and lowered his gun slowly.

He could feel that he was still a little slower than the soldier beside him.

"Teacher! What's the time like?" Fan Zhiguo couldn't help but asked the instructor.

The instructor lowered his head, looked at the stopwatch in his hand and replied: "3 seconds 24, 4 seconds 04.

Fan Zhiguo listened, and he couldn't believe it, that he was actually more than half a second slower.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Qinlai was broadcast on the results: "The target on the left, 4 rounds in the center.

"Huh?" Some surprised voices came from the audience.

"It seems that the little brother still lost, and Zhiguo is still powerful.

Hearing the results, Fan Zhiguo couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that you are just fast." He approached Xu Han and said sarcastically.

The results continued to broadcast: "The target on the right... eh? 6 rounds full center. 99

"6 rounds?" Fan Zhiguo made a loud noise in his head,

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