Chapter 543

"Dong Wenfeng, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings... All ten rings!"

The sound of target reporting spread all over the shooting range.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was shocked. Dong Wenfeng even made all the ten rings!

It's the same result as the previous 50 meter shooting range.

Dong Wenfeng stood up and looked at Hu Zhiwei, who was not far away from him.

The eyes of the two people collided in the air, as if two lightning strikes together and burst out violent sparks.

"I declare that the result of the game is a draw!"

Instructor Wang was very helpless when he saw this result, but he still had to announce it.

"What is this?"

"Yes, we waited all afternoon to come to a conclusion that who is stronger, Dong Wenfeng and Hu Zhiwei. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a result!"

"This is too disappointing!"

"Oppose the draw and decide the outcome!"

The students who watched around were obviously very dissatisfied with the result, and began to shout their opinions.

"Anyway, we have to separate one up and down today."

Hearing everyone's voice, Hu Zhiwei smiled, then turned his head and said to Dong Wenfeng.

Dong Wenfeng's expression was indifferent. Looking at Hu Zhiwei, he replied in a very flat tone: "yes, I'll accompany you to the end today."

If the competition just now is more or less influenced by some external factors, it will mean driving ducks and putting them on the shelf.

Now Dong Wenfeng and Hu Zhiwei are completely inspired by each other's shooting skills.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Every person with outstanding strength, when he sees another strong person at the same level as himself, the mentality is mostly happy at seeing and hunting.

Really excellent people can never accept the result of a draw.

Such a result, in the hearts of two people, is a great insult to each other's strength.

"Dong Wenfeng, Hu Zhiwei, come back. The game is over."

Because the sound of the shooting range was very noisy at this time, Wang Jiao didn't notice what Dong Wenfeng and Hu Zhiwei were talking about.

At this time, the sun has completely set the mountain, and it has been dark.

"Wait a minute, instructor Wang. We still hope to decide the winner today."

Dong Wenfeng said to instructor Wang.

"Yes, I believe that so many students have waited here all afternoon and don't want such a result in the end."

Hu Zhiwei also echoed on one side - although he rarely echoed others.

"However, the farthest shooting distance in our shooting range is 100 meters. There is no way to lengthen it."

When coach Wang heard the two people's suggestions, he didn't rush to veto them directly, but explained why he didn't compete.

"It doesn't matter. We should have another way to play."

Hu Zhiwei spoke first. He glanced at Dong Wenfeng, then returned to his position and picked up the 95 rifle.

"A sharpshooter must not only shoot accurately, but also understand his gun and his partner deeply, deeply and thoroughly."

Hu Zhiwei fondly stroked the rifle in his hand.

Although the gun did not belong to him, at this moment, as the temporary owner of the gun, he poured enough emotion into the gun.

Because he already knows too much about this type of gun. They have been old friends since the gun came out.

"So how are you going to compare?"

Dong Wenfeng got goose bumps when he saw Hu Zhiwei's actions. He has seen those who cherish their weapons, but he has never seen Hu Zhiwei so sarcastic.

"We'll match the group of guns. Whoever groups the gun first and plays ten rings will win!"

Hu Zhiwei said firmly that his words and expression revealed great confidence.

Because he grew up in a military family, he was too familiar with guns.

Especially for domestic standard equipment, he is almost familiar with the whole process from the production of guns to the final use stage. And the experience of using it is also incomparably rich.

The 95 rifle in his hand is one of his most familiar guns. He doesn't believe that Dong Wenfeng can complete the assembly faster than himself, and then hit a ten ring.

Dong Wenfeng looked at the gun in Hu Zhiwei's hand and fell into meditation.

"Why, don't you dare? Then I'll acquiesce that you lost. Instructor Wang, please announce to everyone who is the winner today."

Hu Zhiwei put a sneer on his mouth. He had observed Dong Wenfeng before. As an old hand, he had keenly found that Dong Wenfeng was not particularly familiar with the 95 rifle.

Of course, when shooting, because the functions of firearms have been debugged, it is natural not to see.

However, once it is disassembled, it will reorganize itself in a short time, and then it will have to complete the shooting with very high accuracy. In this way, Dong Wenfeng, who is not familiar with the 1995 rifle, will suffer a great loss.

Hu Zhiwei believes that Dong Wenfeng himself knows this, so he just wants Dong Wenfeng to retreat and don't entangle.

Instructor Wang looked at Dong Wenfeng and said, "Dong Wenfeng, what's your opinion?"

Dong Wenfeng nodded.

Hu Zhiwei thought that Dong Wenfeng had admitted what he had just said, and he couldn't help laughing.

"I knew you would admit defeat!"

But just as Hu Zhiwei's voice fell, Dong Wenfeng shook his head and said, "I think this difficulty is too simple."

"What?"

Hu Zhiwei could hardly believe his ears.

Quickly set up guns in a short time and then complete accurate shooting, which has met the requirements of the elite among the troops. Dong Wenfeng said that such a challenge is simple?!

Isn't this the greatest trick in the world!

"Dong Wenfeng, you say it's low difficulty. How else do you want it to be high?"

Instructor Wang also thought that Dong Wenfeng was deliberately looking for fault, and said some unhappily.

"I think it's better to cover your eyes, group guns and shoot, but you don't need ten rings, as long as you don't miss the target."

Dong Wenfeng said faintly.

This time, he didn't just say it to Hu Zhiwei and instructor Wang, but to all the onlookers.

For a moment, there was an uproar!