Being a Lady of an Influential Family

   Chapter 193 won! (One more)

  Although Fu Fengcheng has left the 11th Camp for several years, he still respects him all over the 11th Camp.

  Whether it was someone who had been polished in his hands, or someone who had just joined in the past two years, they all admired Fu Da Shao, the **** man who reshaped the 11th Camp.

This afternoon, the Eleventh Camp was defeated by the eldest daughter-in-law. Although the face of losing to a woman is not very good, everyone is a big man with bold temperament, so it is not easy to find it for yourself. Excuse.

  The big deal is to fight back. If you really can’t win, you can only recognize it.

So, after learning from Vice Yingkou Zhou that they were furious at the news of Yingzai's illness, they were asked to wash their necks and go back to die, as well as the good news that they had a chance to win back a city and compare their marksmanship with the young lady. The sharpshooters of the camp enthusiastically signed up.

  Whether he was killed by Leng Sa, or he ended early, he didn't understand Leng Sa's ability at all.

  One more person will win back a little bit of face, and the camp will feel better.

  "Fu...that, Fu Yucheng, are you going?" The person sitting next to him elbows Fu Yucheng, who is eating, and asks.

  Fu Yucheng raised his head, looked at the person asking the question and shook his head. Fu Yucheng usually couldn't talk to these people, and became even more silent tonight.

  The few people sitting together didn't make him embarrassed, they just asked curiously, "Is this young lady really so powerful?"

   "If we are not great, can we kill more than 20 of us alone?"

   "Four Young Masters, have you ever seen the marksmanship of Mrs. Da Young?"

  Fu Yucheng shook his head. He had never seen it before.

   "Oh, it's a pity that our marksmanship is not good, otherwise we have to go up and have a fight. I heard that the camp was vomiting blood from our anger. Why don't we practice until we vomit blood when we go back?" the young soldier said bitterly.

  Fu Yucheng hesitated for a moment, "The camp...the camp is so strict?" Fu Yucheng only met the battalion commander on the first day of the 11th camp, and he felt like a middle-aged man with a good temper.

  "Hey, we trained with the young and old at the camp back then. The young and old have been walking for several years. Why is our 11th Battalion still the trump card of the 9th Brigade?"

"why?"

   "Because... our camp is not human." The young man gritted his teeth and said: "How old and young trained him at the beginning, he will practice us. Therefore, the entire Ninth Brigade and even the Second Army from the 11th Battalion rushed for it."

  "……"

  Many people do things quickly, and a temporary shooting range is quickly set up on the river beach.

  The surrounding area was full of torches, and the entire valley was illuminated like daylight.

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

  "Young lady, please?" Zhou Yan smiled.

   Leng Sa stood up, reached out and took the gun that Xu Shaoming handed over, looked at Zhou Yan and raised his eyebrows and said: "How do you compare?"

  Zhou Yan pointed to the shooting range ahead, and smiled: "Madam, the first game is faster and more accurate than anyone else."

  The temporary shooting range ahead is not an ordinary training target. Instead, hundreds of bottles of various kinds were obtained from unknown sources. There are soda bottles, canned bottles and even the sour plum soup bottles they just drank. They are made of glass, porcelain, iron, and aluminum, and they are all different in size and shape.

  Although there are fires in the night, the bottles are all hung in the air by a string. There is a small wind tonight. As soon as the wind blows, the bottles will slowly sway in the air like swaying wind chimes.

  This is much more interesting than ordinary fixed targets.

  Leng Sa checked the gun in his hand and said calmly, "Go ahead."

   "A group of seven, please invite Mrs. Young?" Zhou Yan smiled.

   Lengsa smiled, "It's better to invite you first, my lord."

   Zhou Yan said, "This is not good, the visitors are the guests."

   Leng Sha said with a smile: "I'm afraid the brothers from the 11th Camp will not have the courage to shoot."

   "..." Although you politely called us brother, although you are the daughter-in-law of the young and old, you still arrogantly make people want to beat you.

  Zhou Yan glanced at the subordinates who were about to breathe fire next to them, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Then thank you, Madam, for being polite."

   Lengsa smiled and said, "You are polite."

  "Have you heard? Mrs. Young was afraid of hitting you and asked you to come first? Don't you thank Mrs. Young?" Zhou Yan glanced at the person next to him, and didn't mind adding another fire.

   "Madam Xie!" The nineteen soldiers roared in unison, not sounding like thanking them, but more like declaring war.

  Soon started, the seven sharpshooters of the 11th Battalion stepped out, raised their guns to aim, and heard Mao Chunsheng, who was acting as the referee next to him, shot them bang.

  The person who hits the most in one minute wins. 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 six southern provinces. The effective range can reach 100 meters. It is currently the unified weapon of the six southern provinces.

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

The sharpshooters of the 11th Battalion are indeed not weak. On a night like this, the results are not bad for a distance of more than 50 meters.

  The soldiers watching the battle from the side cheered, and the atmosphere in the valley became more and more noisy.

  The staff of the Ninth Brigade asked with a smile, "Madam, what do you think of the people in the 11th Camp?"

   Lengsa smiled and said, "Very good."

  The results are indeed quite good.

  The Second Army itself is the most elite of the six southern provinces except for the First Army. The 11th Battalion is the trump card of the Ninth Brigade, and the selection here is naturally the elite of the elite.

  General Lu laughed when he heard the words, "Young Master, who do you think will be the first tonight?"

  Fu Fengcheng did not answer, but raised his head to look at Leng Sa.

  Leng Sa blinked his eyes, expressing his gratitude to Young Master Fu for his love.

General Lu raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the young man is very confident in the young lady, Xiao Zhou, have you seen it? Be careful, if you lose again, it will not just be embarrassing to our Ninth Brigade." It has become famous throughout the army, and the speed of this army's gossip is quite astonishing.

   Zhou Yan replied immediately, "Yes, the brigade seat!"

  One minute per group, even with the scoring time added quickly.

  The first two rounds of speaking are over, and the last group is the one that includes Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

  Leng Sa smiled and looked at Zhou Yan, "Fuying Zhou, please?"

  "Young lady, please."

  The seven walked to a fixed position and stood still. Mao Chunsheng saw that the seven were ready before he said, "Go!"

   "Bump, bump!" For a moment, the gunfire resounded through the valley again.

  Everyone only saw Leng Sa standing there, raising his hand and shooting as if there was no need to aim and hesitate at all, the bottle that was gently swaying in the breeze not far in front broke instantly to the ground.

  N-6 is twenty rounds of bullets. Everyone saw Leng Sa empty a magazine at a very fast speed and then replaced it with another without changing his face.

   Both the speed of changing the magazine and the speed of shooting are quite amazing. If it weren't for the bottle to explode in front of her, everyone would think that she had just opened her eyes and shot indiscriminately.

   "So fast!" One couldn't help but whisper. They even have a feeling that the gun itself limits her speed, otherwise it might be faster.

  Time is up, the gunshot stops abruptly.

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

  She really didn't come here on purpose.

   Soon someone counted the scores. The two highest people in this group were Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

   Fifty-two for Lengsa and 46 for Zhou Yan.

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

  Leng Sa is not very satisfied with the guy in his hand. This thing is said to have a rate of fire of up to 100, but in fact, Leng Sa thinks that this refers to the most ideal state and regardless of the performance, a little problem will greatly affect the effect.

It is not that Leng Sa is dissatisfied with the rate of fire, after all, this kind of defense does not need to pursue the rate of fire of the submachine gun.

  It is said that the effective range is more than one hundred, but in fact, the bullet started to drift about 50 meters away.

  Of course, for ordinary people, the distance of a pistol is enough, so most soldiers in the six southern provinces are quite satisfied with it.

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

  This...the distance seems to be a little far away.

  Even though Zhou Yan’s performance is already the best among twenty people, both the quantity and the efficiency are still lower than Leng Sa.

Although Zhou Yan was shocked, he was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.

  Being shocked, he readily admitted, "I lost, Madam Shao is great."

   Leng Sa smiled and said, "Accept."

   "Continue?" Zhou Yan had a look of excitement in his eyes. Although he lost to Leng Sa, the excitement of meeting a master was far more concerned than the frustration of losing.

  Leng Sa didn’t care, "whatever."

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

   Soon someone started to fiddle, this time not shooting a bottle fifty meters away, but a flag hung on a tree on the hillside in the distance.

  There are even fewer people participating this time, and there are only six people in total, including Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

  A total of ten flags hung on the hillside, and everyone was free to shoot at the same time.

  Soon all six people changed into rifles, and Leng Sa raised their guns to aim at this time but did not rush to shoot.

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

   Those who dare to stand up at this moment are really outstanding people with talent and strength.

  After all, people with average eyesight don’t even say shooting, it’s hard to say whether they can see the target clearly.

  Others, like Leng Sa, did not rush to take action.

  Everyone behind them couldn't help but watch the six people holding their breath. No one was as noisy as they were just now for fear of affecting the performance of the six.

   "Bang!" A young man who was separated from Leng Sa shot the first shot.

  However, it was a pity that the shot did not hit. Everyone couldn't help but regret. The young man was also a little depressed, but he quickly cheered up and took aim again.

  Leng Sa slightly squinted his eyes, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

"boom!"

  The flag slowly fell in the night.

There was another cheer in the    river valley, and the soldiers of the 11th Battalion obviously couldn't take care of me at this moment.

   "Bang!" This time it was Zhou Yan.

  Gunshots rang out in the river valley shot after shot, sometimes accompanied by people’s cheers, and the quiet river valley in the past was noisy tonight.

  　 la la la la ~ dears, happy Chinese Valentine's Day~

  　　 It's the end of the month, ask for a wave of monthly tickets~

  (End of this chapter)