Commander Zhang competed with a new recruit, which was the biggest news on Wawawu Island, so tens of thousands of people soon gathered around the square.

Zhang Meng wanted this effect, so he shouted loudly: "You can choose. No matter how you compete, as long as you win me, you will be the leader of the group!"

As soon as Zhang Meng said this, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers were surprised and asked their opponents to choose competition items casually. How capable and confident do they have to dare to say these words?

Especially a great commander, the highest commander here, if he loses, where can he put his face? Don’t think about leading troops in the future, your prestige will be ruined!

Regardless of winning or losing, it left a good impression on the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers because of Commander Zhang's courage to fight.

Yang Yi was just talking, but he didn't expect Zhang Meng to really dare to respond.

"The commander takes this seriously? If you win, I will be the commander?"

"Of course! What the commander said is a gentleman's word is as good as possible!"

"Yang Yi, are you cowardly?"

Suddenly, the officers and soldiers who were afraid of not being lively enough started shouting. Yang Yi was also a person with great face and immediately proposed the competition.

Target shooting!

That's right, Yang Yi had to choose the shooting event he was best at for the position of the leader.

The vanguard shoots while marching for 200 meters, and is required to hit at least twenty-eight moving targets within one minute before they can pass.

Yang Yi was the first to do it. He used the Thomson submachine gun with fifty rounds of magazines. He was charging forward while attacking the target in front of everyone. His movements were very quick, and it was obvious that he was a master of gun use.

In the end, he took 53 seconds to complete the shooting of twenty-eight active targets.

His grade had exceeded the instructor who taught him for two seconds. The officers and soldiers in the audience were amazed and applause suddenly rang out. Yang Yi was very proud because his grade this time was one second faster than before.

Zhang Meng put down the telescope and just smiled faintly, pointed at Yang Yi and said, "I'll use your gun!"

Yang Yi looked at Zhang Meng in amazement and said, "Commander, this gun is something I have shot myself. I'm afraid you won't get used to it!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Zhang Meng smiled and took the gun from Yang Yi's hand, and quickly disassembled his gun in the dumbfounded everyone.

Everyone didn't know what medicine Zhang Meng bought in the gourd, so they could only stare at it with concentration.

Zhang Meng said loudly to everyone: "On the battlefield, guns are our lives, and losing a gun means losing your life. So any soldier who has really fought a war understands that guns are their own lives, so everyone's own guns must be corrected, otherwise you can't even aim at the enemy, and you can't talk about killing the enemy."

There were tens of thousands of officers and soldiers in the square who had been on the battlefield. They could understand Zhang Meng's words, that is, a group of soldiers who had been living in the warlords. They didn't understand these before, but now they heard Zhang Meng say it, and they immediately resonated in their hearts.

"But our guns are also the easiest to break during wars. At that time, you have to change a gun. It may be a new gun that has never been shot at all. If you pull the trigger, you may not hit the target you aimed at. What should you do at this time?"

Yes, what should I do at this time?

All the officers and soldiers couldn't help but think of this problem.

In this era, the accuracy of the production technology of the gun industry was not very high, and each gun that was offline would basically be different. The bullet points were spread out very much, which brought huge hidden dangers to the shooter, because each shooter used his own gun for a long time and would produce a fixed shooting method. At this time, a gun without shooting would make you aim at the enemy's head, and it is likely that it would only hit the enemy's arm or empty the gun.

On the battlefield, you either die or I die, and you don’t have time to shoot guns for you.

"What should I do, Commander?"

Soon a smart soldier asked Zhang Meng.

"Look at it! Let you open your eyes!"

Zhang Meng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

Zhang Meng ordered someone to change a magazine with thirty rounds, and then nodded at the commander.

"start!"

With a command, Zhang Meng quickly reassembled Yang Yi's Thomson submachine gun, which took only six seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Meng rushed forward quickly, either standing, squatting, kneeling, or lying. He was extremely fast and fired with a point shot. Each shot hit the target. The first few shots were basically on the seven, eight, and nine rings, and the one behind was the ten rings of the gun.

Because Zhang Meng deliberately added a gun assembly process, wasted six seconds, so in order to make up for this time, Zhang Meng even fired from a long distance. Although the effective range of Thomson's submachine gun was 200 meters, it was spread very much at the bounce point fifty meters away. Zhang Meng's last few shots actually hit ten rings a hundred meters away.

You should know that he used someone else's gun, and he deliberately gave the other party six seconds.

It's so amazing!

This is the real sharpshooter, the power of the king!

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers in the square held their breath in an instant, and could hear a needle falling to the ground quietly.

After this lasted for five or six seconds, thunderous applause suddenly erupted from the audience, and the officers and soldiers shouted at the top of their voices:

"The commander is mighty!"

"The commander is mighty!"

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers in the audience cheered for Zhang Meng, which lasted for three minutes.

Zhang Meng just stood there quietly, accepting the cheers and applause from the officers and soldiers. This is the effect he wants to establish a heroic character and a kingly demeanor in the hearts of all the officers and soldiers. Competition with Yang Yi is just a gimmick.

Yang Yi's strength can only further highlight Zhang Meng's more magical skills at this moment.

Zhang Meng waved his hand and the audience suddenly became quiet.

He calmly came to Yang Yi, returned the gun to him, and smiled and said, "Your gun is half a centimeter on the left side within fifty meters, and one centimeter on the left side within a hundred meters!"

Yang Yi was stunned. At this moment, he finally knew what it means to have someone outside the heavens. He had never been convinced by anyone in his life, including Guo Songling, who supported him. This was the first time that he admired Zhang Meng from the bottom of his heart.

"Commander, you are such a godly man. You can accurately shoot this gun in such a short time!"

Zhang Meng smiled slightly, then shouted to everyone: "Do you want to know how this commander did it in such a short time?"

"think!!!"

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers answered in unison like a bolt from the blue, fully expressing the curiosity and desire in their hearts.

"It is not difficult to know how I did it! The trained your commanders are all soldiers I brought out, and I have taught them the methods. As long as you obey the orders, study seriously with your commands, and do it according to the orders given by your commands, then you can do it like me in a few years!"

"How is it? Do you have confidence?"

"have!"

"I didn't hear it!"

"have!!!"

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers responded in unison, and the momentum was shocking.

Zhang Meng was very satisfied. He knew that from then on, he had more than 60,000 followers from his subordinates.

However, among these people, there was a pair of sharp eyes staring at Zhang Meng.

Just as Yang Yi deliberately concealed his identity and followed him to Wawawu Island, this person also concealed his identity and got in.

He only heard him snorting coldly and muttering, "It's really fucking to win people's hearts! I want to see what you want to do?"

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