Without Li Haiou counting a single number, the surprise on the faces of the people next to him increased by one point.
By the time he counted to 8, the score had surpassed Li Haiou himself.
"Ahem-"
He couldn't help but cough, as if he couldn't stop letting his saliva choke him.
His face had long since turned iron blue, too serious to be serious.
"9..."
"10..."
Counting to the end, he froze like a clay figure for a moment before coming back to his senses and reporting to Wang Xinjun, "Division Commander, it's really 10 rounds 10 on ..."
Wang Xinjun was also shocked.
His own hall of a division chief, what scenes have not seen, with soldiers for so many years, what soldiers have not seen?
But how is it really have not seen Zhuang Yan like this?
Previously seen powerful, have not seen so powerful; heard powerful, have not heard so powerful.
He took over the target paper, carefully point again.
This time when the point of time, beside several people come over to monitor the vote as staring at the target paper, afraid of division chief accidentally also point wrong.
Hou Jun quietly came behind the division commander at this time, tiptoe, stretched his neck, his eyes over the shoulder of the division commander fell on the target paper.
With just one glance, his face turned blue.
No need to count.
Years in the shooting range to climb and fight the sharp man to look at a glance can roughly see a eight or nine is not close to the same.
What made him lose his color was not only the number of targets, but those bullet points.
Two of the rounds were overlapping with other rounds, but even so, it meant that eight rounds had directly hit different circles.
This is not blindfolded, this is definitely intentional shooting caused by the point of impact.
Just now the head of his own Li Haiou target paper he also looked at, on the seven rounds, but this seven rounds of three rounds is directly outside the circle, two rounds hit in a circle, a total of only three rounds hit a different circle.
However, from the division of the point of impact, the chief was absolutely blinded.
There were already no words to describe Hou Jun's inner consternation, and without saying a word, he walked directly to Zhuang Yan and whispered, "Chief of Staff Zhuang, can you say a few words?"
Zhuang Yan had no interest in looking at his own target paper.
That was the feeling.
If he felt like winning, he was winning.
This kind of gun sense wouldn't lie, it was rooted in the brain and bones and blood, there was no mistaking it.
"You say."
He turned his head and looked at the E Division's first sniper in front of him.
Hou Jun was a little excited, his words were a little stuttering, "I want to ... I want to ask Chief of Staff Zhuang ... I know it's very abrupt, but I really want to ask you to come and give us a few shooting lessons, not only my soldiers, but I myself also want to learn, if possible, I am just to worship the teacher is also willing, as long as you are willing to teach, I know that you are a busy man, so again, I am afraid of delaying your work ..."
He was a bit incoherent and said a lot.
It was good that Zhuang Yan understood.
"I have to see if I can arrange to come over at the time, recently I also have a lot of work to do in your division, but I will come over to give you a lesson, the time I will notify you earlier." Zhuang Yan said very casually, "You're actually a good seedling, it's a pity."
By pity, he was actually referring to the fact that Hou Jun actually didn't get a single chance to compete abroad.
He also saw that Hou Jun actually had room for improvement.
The reason why the level is set at the current level is not Hou Jun's own efforts and talent, but that he really doesn't have a good teacher.
Whether it's the Menghu Regiment or the E Division, although it's the best unit in the eyes of its own soldiers, it's actually just a motorized division, it's really a category A, it's long been mechanized or digitized, and the ace's equipment and establishment will always be the most optimal, which can't fool anyone.
E Division, not to mention in the G Military Region, even in the A Group Army, is only a second-rate unit.
The truth is so cruel.
If Hou Jun had served in the "Red Arrow", or participated in the headquarters training, he would have met Han Yan Wang, would have met the old white hair and other legends, his sniper level is definitely not only the current height.
Since he met by chance, pull him a hand, this kind of thing Zhuang Yan is willing to do.
Back then, he also met a good squad leader and a good instructor, who pulled him back from the brink of being a loser soldier who was almost a deserter, and became a major today?
"Are you serious?" Hou Jun didn't expect to gain Zhuang Yan's consent so smoothly, this is a major colonel, one step further, that would be a general, he is just a staff sergeant.
To Zhuang Yan's good feelings, and the fierce increased a lot.
On the contrary, Zhuang Yan acted a bit surprised after hearing Hou Jun's words and asked rhetorically, "Do you think that I look like a person who doesn't keep his word?"
Hou Jun hurriedly shook his head all heavy shadows, "No, no, no, I don't mean that, I just can't believe that you, Chief of Staff Zhuang, are willing to guide us ..."
After all, that was Zhuang Yan's best skill.
To be able to have this level, who didn't go through thousands of hardships and pour it out with blood and sweat?
Lightly ask a sentence, people actually agreed to teach.
The sky is not falling pie, is falling gold cake!
Hou Jun didn't have time to say anything else because the division commander Wang Xinjun and the others came over.
"Incredible, incredible ..."
Wang Xinjun said a total of two incredible to express his inner shock.
"I'm curious, how did you do it, Chief of Staff Zhuang?"
He couldn't help but turn his head to look 400 meters away again.
"Don't tell me you can see these circles on the target?"
Zhuang Yan frankly said, "No, I can't see them."
Wang Xinjun said, "Tell me, how did you do it?"
Zhuang Yan thought for a moment, lifted his hand, stretched out his own index finger, and made a trigger-pulling motion, "Practicing more, finding the feeling, and of course, a little talent."
It seemed profound.
As if it said something.
But then it seemed to say nothing.
Wang Xinjun and Shi Song were silent for a few moments, and finally, Wang Xinjun took his leave first.
"I think that's it for today, our E Division has lost, lost completely."
He turned to Li Haiou.
"Seagull, see? Don't be so wild in the future, there are heavens beyond the sky!"
Saying that, he turned around and left with his driver.
Shi Song stood there for a while, not knowing what to say, and in the end said nothing, just gave a thumbs up towards Zhuang Yan and left as well.
Finally, Li Haiou.
He was the one who had the hardest time getting off the stage.
He was the one who started this match, and now he was the one who was crushed.
After he saw the target paper, he had also thought about how to catch up, and only gave up after less than thirty seconds.
The person who could hit this score could not achieve it by practicing hard and skillfully, that was talent.
Talent could be surpassed by relying on hard learning and practicing, but how could someone with talent surpass it if they were also a master of playing hard?
"I lost."
Li Haiou was quite frank and convinced this time.
"You're the best special operations officer I've ever seen."
After saying that, he also walked away.
Li Zheng walked over with Zhuang Yan's clothes and carefully handed them over.
Now, in his place, Zhuang Yan was already an idol-like existence.
"Chief, your clothes."