Although Fu Fengcheng has been away from the 11th Battalion for several years, the 11th Battalion still respects him.

Whether he has made a name for himself or who has just joined in the past two years, he admires Mr. Fu, a god who has reshaped the 11th battalion.

This afternoon, the 11th Battalion was defeated by the eldest young master's wife again. Although it was not very good to lose to a woman, everyone was a generous man, so he would not make excuses for himself.

At worst, you can just fight back. If you really can't win, you can only admit it.

So, after learning from Deputy Zhou Ying that the camp was sick and furious, asking them to wash their necks and go back to die, and having the opportunity to win back the good news of a city competing with the eldest young lady, the sharpshooters of the 11th Battalion all signed up enthusiastically.

Whether it was someone who was killed by Leng Sa or who had never experienced Leng Sa's ability early on.

If one more person wins back a little face, the camp will feel better.

"Fu...that, Fu Yucheng, are you going?" asked the person sitting next to him, touching Fu Yucheng who was lowering his head to eat with his elbow.

Fu Yucheng raised his head and shook his head at the person who asked the question. Fu Yucheng usually couldn't speak to these people, so he became even more silent tonight.

The few people sitting together didn't make things difficult for him, but asked curiously, "This young lady is really that powerful?"

"If you are not powerful, you can kill more than 20 of us alone?"

"Fourth Young Master, have you ever seen the eldest young lady's shooting skills?"

Fu Yucheng shook his head, he had never seen it before.

"Oh, it's a pity that our shooting skills are not good, otherwise we will have to go up and compete. I heard that the camp was angry and vomited blood. After we turned around, we were still practicing until we vomited blood?" The young soldier said with a bitter face.

Fu Yucheng hesitated for a moment, "Battle... the camp seat is so strict?" Fu Yucheng had only met the battalion commander on the first day after coming to the 11th Battalion, and felt that he was a middle-aged man with a good temper.

"Hey, our camp was trained with the eldest young master back then. The eldest young master has been away for several years. Why is our 11th Battalion still the trump card of the Ninth Brigade?"

"Why?"

"Because... our camp is not a human." The young man gritted his teeth and said, "He would train us as much as the eldest young master trained him. So the entire Ninth Brigade and even the Second Army rushed to ask for it."

“…”

There were too many people to do things quickly, and a temporary shooting range was set up on the river beach.

Torches were lit around, and the entire valley was illuminated like daytime.

The 11th Battalion, including Zhou Yan, selected a total of twenty outstanding people with outstanding marksmanship. Leng Sa couldn't help but feel a little happy at first glance. Several of them looked familiar, as if they were her defeated men in the afternoon.

"Young lady, please?" Zhou Yan said with a smile.

Leng Sa stood up, reached out to take the gun handed over by Xu Shaoming next to him, looked at Zhou Yan and raised his eyebrows and said, "How to compare?"

Zhou Yan pointed to the shooting range in front of him and smiled: "Mrs. Young Madam, I will compare who will be faster and more accurate in the first game."

The temporary shooting range in front was not a target for ordinary training. Instead, hundreds of bottles were obtained from somewhere. There were soda bottles, canned bottles and even sour plum soup bottles they had just drank, glass, porcelain, iron, and aluminum materials, and different sizes and shapes.

Although there was a fire in the night, the bottles were hung in the air by a thin rope. There was a small wind tonight. When the wind blew, the bottles would slowly sway in the air, like swaying wind chimes.

This is much more interesting than an ordinary fixed target.

Leng Sa checked the gun in his hand and said calmly, "Let's start."

"Five people in groups, please ask for it first?" Zhou Yan said with a smile.

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Let's just invite me first, my palace behind."

Zhou Yan said, "This is not good, the visitor is a guest."

Leng Sa said with a smile: "I'm afraid that the brothers from the 11th Battalion will not have the courage to shoot in a while."

"..." Although you called us brothers politely, and although you are the eldest son's wife, you still arrogantly make people want to beat you up.

Zhou Yan glanced at the subordinates who were about to burst into flames, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Then thank you, Mrs. Big Brother, for your courtesy."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "You're welcome."

"Did you hear it? The eldest young lady was afraid that the blow would cause you to come first? Why don't you thank the eldest young lady?" Zhou Yan glanced at the person next to him, and didn't mind adding another fire at all.

"Madam Xie, Mrs. Xie!" The nineteen soldiers shouted in unison, not like thanking me, but more like declaring war.

It started soon, and the five sharpshooters of the 11th Battalion took the lead and raised their guns to aim. When they heard Mao Chunsheng, who was acting as the referee next to him, they shot at the command.

The most people win in one minute. If there are as many people as there are, whoever shoots more effectively will win.

Everyone uses an N-6 pistol produced by the Arsenal of the South Six Provinces, with an effective range of 100 meters. It is currently a standard weapon equipped by the South Six Provinces.

Leng Sa stood aside with great interest and watched, and a minute passed quickly.

The sharpshooter of the 11th Battalion is indeed not weak. On such a night, the distance is above fifty meters.

The soldiers watching the battle next to them cheered, and the atmosphere in the valley became more and more lively.

The staff officer of the Ninth Brigade asked with a smile: "Mrs. Young Master, how do you see the people from the 11th Battalion?"

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Very good."

The results are indeed quite good.

The Second Army itself is the most elite in the six southern provinces except the First Army. The 11th Battalion is the ace of the Ninth Brigade, and the selected ones are naturally the elite among the elites.

General Lu laughed when he heard this, "Big Young Master, who do you think will win the first place tonight?"

Fu Fengcheng did not answer, but looked up at Leng Sa.

Leng Sa blinked and expressed her thanks for Mr. Fu’s kindness.

General Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the eldest young master is full of confidence in the young lady. Xiao Zhou, do you see it? Be careful, if you lose again, it will not only be embarrassing our Ninth Brigade." It will become famous in the entire army in three days. The speed of the rumor in this army is quite amazing.

Zhou Yan stood attentively and replied, "Yes, the traveler!"

One minute per group, even if the score is added, it will be very fast.

While speaking, the first few groups were over, and it was the last group that included Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

Leng Sa looked at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Person Camp Zhou, please?"

"Please, young lady."

The five people walked to a fixed position and stood there. Mao Chunsheng saw that the five people were ready, and then spoke, "Start!"

"Bump!" In an instant, gunshots resounded through the river valley again.

Everyone saw Leng Sa standing there, raising his hand and shooting as if there was no need to aim or hesitate. The bottle swaying gently in the breeze not far ahead broke all the way.

The N-6 had twenty bullets, and everyone saw Leng Sa empty one magazine at a very fast speed and then replaced it with another one without changing his color.

Whether it was the speed of changing magazines or shooting, it was quite amazing. If it weren't for the bottles that were constantly blown up in front of them, everyone would have thought she was shooting around with her eyes open.

"So fast!" One person couldn't help but whisper. They even felt that the gun itself restricted her speed, otherwise it might have been faster.

When the time comes, the gunshots stop suddenly.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Leng Sa, who looked at Zhou Yan with a little embarrassed look.

She didn't come to smash the situation on purpose.

Someone soon counted the scores, and the two highest people in this group were Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

Leng Sa has fifty-two, Zhou Yan has forty-six.

However, Leng Sa really fired only fifty-two shots, while Zhou Yan fired fifty shots.

Leng Sa is not very satisfied with the guy in his hand. It is said that the rate of fire can reach 100, but in fact Leng Sa thinks that this refers to the most ideal condition. Regardless of the results, a little problem will affect the effect.

It’s not that Leng Sa is not satisfied with the rate of fire, after all, you don’t have to ask for the most fire rate of the submachine gun for this kind of defense.

It is said that the effective range is more than 100, but in fact, bullets began to float fifty meters away.

Of course, for ordinary people, the distance between pistols is enough, so most soldiers from the six southern provinces are quite satisfied with it.

Zhou Yan looked at Leng Sa and couldn't help but sweat.

This... the distance seems a bit far.

Even though Zhou Yan's grades are already the best among the twenty people, both the number and efficiency are still lower than Leng Sa's.

Although Zhou Yan was shocked, he was not someone who could not afford to lose.

In shock, he admitted it readily, "I lost, the young lady is amazing."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Take it back."

"Continue?" Zhou Yan's eyes were a little excited. Although he lost to Leng Sa, the excitement of meeting a master was far more important than the frustration of losing.

Leng Sa didn't care, "Whatever."

Zhou Yan said to the person next to him: "Switch the target! Change the gun!"

Soon someone started fiddling with it. This time, it was not a bottle fifty meters away, but a flag hanging on a tree on a hillside in the distance.

There were even fewer people participating this time, and Leng Sa and Zhou Yan had only six people in total.

There are a total of ten flags hanging on the hillside, and everyone shoots freely at the same time.

Soon all six people changed into rifles, Leng Sa raised his gun and aimed at it this time but did not rush to shoot.

With night vision and no scope, it is not easy to hit a target 400 meters away. The flagpole holding the flag is smaller than the bottle just now. The requirement is to knock down the flag, so it is useless to hit the flag itself.

Those who dare to stand up now are really people with outstanding talents and strength.
To be continued...