Chapter 368

"I'm flattered. It depends on your performance. Don't let me down."

Ren Fei looks at an Sudong with a smile on his face. He has enough confidence. An Sudong can't win him.

"Ha ha... I don't think so."

Listen to ansudong's words, Ren Fei is a little disappointed. He doesn't see the expression of self-confidence from each other's face. Is he really confident that he can win himself? Ren Fei doesn't believe it.

First of all, a 300 meter single shot, an Suo Dong's action was flowing, and he also stopped for about three seconds. If he wanted, the gun would not even have recoil force, but for the sake of fidelity, it was still normal.

When the first round is the 10th ring, people around involuntarily made a cry of surprise, and then the second round is still the 10th ring, so is the third round, until the 10th ring is all the 10th ring, the result of ansudong single is the same as Ren Fei's, which is a sensation!

"This... This is also a sharpshooter. You can see that his expression in the whole shooting process is very relaxed. He doesn't feel nervous at all."

"Indeed, this man is also a genius. How old is this guy? He should be younger than most of us?"

"In my opinion, he is 20 years old. He is certainly not as big as us. How on earth did he do it? After seeing his figure, I had no idea that it would be this result."

"Look at Ren Fei's expression. It's hard for him now. He thought victory was in sight, but now he's a little uncertain."

Ren Fei didn't expect that an Sudong was so powerful that he won all the ten rings effortlessly. When he hit the target just now, he had two bullets and still had no confidence. At that time, he was still nervous. The gap in the middle was obvious.

An Sudong was about to shoot 200 meters. Suddenly he scratched his head and came to Hongshan.

"What's the result of Ren Feidian?"

An Sudong didn't forget, but didn't pay attention at all. Since he just performed better than him, he couldn't be too perfect.

"Six ten rings, three nine rings and one eight ring."

Hongshan is a little curious about why an Sudong asked this. It's estimated that he will laugh when he knows. He can't imagine that an Sudong's idea is to fight.

An Su Dong was holding a gun for a burst of firing. The first seven shots were all ten rings, and then the last three rings were all nine rings.

"The trough! The boy is so good

"What kind of play is this? Seven bullets in a row are all ten rings!"

"I think the boy's back three shots are intentional. I have an illusion that if he wants to, he can definitely play ten rings."

"I always feel that this boy is a non-human..."

Fortunately, ansudong didn't make all the ten rings. If we really want to do this, the special forces and the Flying Eagle special combat brigade will go crazy. What they have done in these years of training is useless?!

Ren Fei is a little desperate. He looks at an Sudong with a dull look in his eyes.

"Well, what's Ren Fei's result in 100 meter rapid fire?"

When an Sudong asked this question again, Hongshan finally responded. Together with this boy, he was just playing with himself. He had been pretending before. After asking about Ren Fei's performance, he just played a little better than Ren Fei, but do you have to ask?

"I'll go, no!"

"It seems to be so. This boy is on purpose. He can fight casually. He is better than Ren Fei."

Ren Fei wants to cry. After so many years of training, people just hit him casually and save face for him. It's just a little stronger than himself. It's too much to hurt his self-esteem!

The final result of an Sudong is out. He has three rounds and ten rings, three rounds and nine rings, three rounds and eight rings, and one round and seven rings. It's extremely neat. If only he had two more bullets, an Sudong still has some ideas. Playing ten rings is too boring. It's still interesting to play other rings.

"Where did you find this boy? He's amazing!"

The special forces captain didn't know what to say. After an Sudong finished playing, he sat down and waited for the next game.

"Ha ha... It's a secret. He may win the title of king of the world."

The special forces captain saw Hongshan's confident smile and looked at an Sudong again. He found that he was no different from ordinary people.

Ren Fei continued the competition with his unyielding character. He lost the pistol, the machine gun, and even the catapult. He wanted to give up.

"Come on, I give up. You are so strong."

Ren Fei had to admit defeat. He didn't like to suffer such a blow again.

All the people on the scene were stunned, only Hongshan was still happy. Ren Fei saw Hongshan instructor's expression and thought that he knew the result long ago, but they never believed it.

"No, I just want to drive the tank. You can play with me for a while."

An Sudong is very interested in playing. Men are very interested in guns and so on. They are more interested in armored cars and tanks. When they hear that Ren Fei won't play with him, they won't like it.

"The master also had fun. It's too shocking."

A group of special forces can't bear to see it any more. Ren Fei's face turns blue, which is obviously embarrassing.

"Ren Fei, finish the tank project."

Hongshan saw that an Sudong was very interested, so he had to let Ren Fei continue to play with him.

"Type 99 tank, China's ace tank, is advanced in science and technology, accurate in attack, and the key is that the leather is solid and durable. You can use this to compete."

Hongshan asked two tank soldiers to drive two Type 99 tanks. The special forces have no chance to drive tanks. Only the members of the Flying Eagle special combat brigade have the authority to drive tanks. The members of the flying eagle army must be omnipotent. On special occasions, they must play the role of one against ten or even one against 100.

"Equipped with a deputy tank hand, to climb, over the mud pit, shell shooting."

After Hongshan finished the rules, the two tankers became deputy tankers, and an Sudong and Ren Fei became live tankers.

"Brother, how does this work? Please tell me the process."

Deputy tank hand: "you... Can't?"

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I have a saying that MMP doesn't know whether to speak or not. This is the inner monologue of the Deputy tank hand.

"The contest begins!"

As Hongshan announced the start of the race, an Sudong's tank darted forward fiercely, and then stalled!

"Brother, which is the launch button?"

Ansudong fumbled, and the buttons were a little dazzled.

"Don't move! The red button under your hand is it! Come on, move on

The co pilot had a headache looking at an Sudong's performance. Fortunately, he was on the tank, otherwise an Sudong would have made a mess.

"Don't worry, sharpen your knife and don't miss the firewood cutter. First get familiar with the basic operation."

Ansudong is not in a hurry. Hongshan, they see ansudong's tanks moving forward and backward. The barrel on them is spinning at 360 degrees, and they are making patterns from time to time.