The Zhang brothers had been in the militia for more than three years. When they patrolled villages, they often used rifles to shoot pheasants and hares. After gaining years of experience, their marksmanship was indeed good. Even if they didn't shoot accurately, they were still confident in hitting the eighth ring on a static target.
"Pfft, they're already a bunch of veterans, yet they're boasting shamelessly. If it were me, I would've been too embarrassed to say anything if I didn't get five 10-point shots." Ling Chengyan almost laughed at Li Qingqun's words.
Ling Chengyan lightly chuckled as she raised her hand to smack the ignorant brat, "You shouldn't disrespect the veterans like that. They have a wealth of experience, and we should still learn from them. You can't say that a bunch of apples are bad just because one of them is rotten."
