The second event is a shooting competition, which is divided into three steps: pistol, rifle and submachine gun. Finally, the winner is determined by the total number of rounds, which is more eye-catching than the ten-kilometer cross-country race.

Everyone came to the shooting range. At this time, more officers and soldiers gathered when they heard the news, causing hundreds of onlookers to look at the two people checking the guns with interest, and they were talking.

"Isn't that Zhou Pengfei, the champion of the Military Technology Competition? Who is the challenger?"

"I heard that it was a young man named Qiu who beat Zhou Pengfei in the previous ten-kilometer cross-country race."

"It's really awesome. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

"Then he's pretty awesome..."

Among the two, Zhou Pengfei is not to mention that he is a famous sharpshooter, who can be called a hit every shot. Qiu Yu is also extraordinary. He has received blood guns from the king of killers since he was a child and has excellent marksmanship.

After the gun inspection was completed, the two of them raised their heads and held their breath. With a whistle, they pulled the trigger at the same time, making a bang sound. Each of them shot seven bullets, which made everyone dumbfounded, and they were all full of seventy rings.

After being shocked, hundreds of officers and soldiers cheered loudly, excited to witness this rare scene, and their palms were slapped red.

Several leaders could understand that Zhou Pengfei was able to achieve such a result, but Qiu Yu's same shooting skills were as shocked to them.

Commander Sun praised happily: "Good shooting skills, good opponents will meet good talents when they meet, they are all very good."

My boyfriend is so powerful that Zhou Xiaolei smiles like a flower. He thought to himself, Xiaoyu, you will win the second subject if you want to perform well, and see how your dad and brother will object.

Zhou Ting frowned. As an old senior on the public security trunk line, he, of course, knew how difficult the results were just now. If he had done it himself, he would probably not be able to hit the sixty-five rings even with seven bullets.

Yin Pengcheng smiled and said, "Old Zhou, have you seen that Qiu Yu has strong military qualities!"

Zhou Ting snorted: "The game is not over yet, watch it."

Next was rifle shooting. This time Qiu Yu's performance was slightly inferior, two less than Zhou Pengfei. This result made Zhou Ting look a little smile on his face, and the officers and soldiers made deafening cheers.

Zhou Xiaolei was anxious, Xiaoyu, you must be successful, you must not lose.

The last item in the shooting competition is submachine gun shooting, which is more difficult and requires both strength and a little luck. In comparison, Zhou Pengfei's luck is slightly better. With a round of gun bullets, he shot five rings more than his opponent Qiu Yu.

Zhou Pengfei, who won the victory, roared and waved his arms hard. The father and daughter of the Feng family smiled and Mr. Zhou was so happy that he couldn't stop talking about it. The officers and soldiers applauded again.

At this time, two subjects were conducted, and both sides had their own winners and draws one to one, so the final battle was even more exciting.

The location changed again, and everyone came to the playground. The two contestants stood in the middle, and their eyes were opposite each other and they did not accept each other.

At the critical moment, Zhou Tingzhen gave his son an important instruction, "Pengfei, listen to me. If you are my son, you must win and knock this kid down."

Zhou Pengfei responded loudly with the momentum of a soldier: "Dad, don't worry, my son will fulfill his mission."

At this time of the game, everyone knew the reason for the two contestants' duels, and they also felt that the beautiful daughter of Vice Minister Zhou's family was not compatible with that boy Qiu Yu. They secretly hoped that the hero Zhou Pengfei in the army would win the final victory to beat the boy. Maybe they would have the chance to become the boyfriend of the beautiful woman.

After hearing his father's words, Zhou Xiaolei was angry. This girl was following her father's temper and was definitely the one who ran to the dark side. She didn't care about many people staring at her and said loudly: "Xiaoyu, listen to me. If you are my boyfriend, you will defeat Zhou Pengfei and give him some excellence."

Everyone was uproaring. This girl is so powerful. Before she got married, she turned her elbow out!

Zhou Ting's face turned pale and he said to himself: "Bastard, please wait for me, wait until the game is over to see how I deal with you."

Qiu Yu responded with a smile: "Don't worry, baby, no matter who dares to become a stumbling block on our love path, I will kick him away."

As if in order to deliberately aggravate my father and brother, Zhou Xiaolei said violently: "Xiaoyu, you are a good person, you will definitely defeat him."

Zhou Pengfei's nose almost turned crooked, and his eyes were filled with anger and stared at the boy opposite him, gritting his teeth and saying, "Wait for me."

Qiu Yu curled his lips and said contemptuously: "If you have any skills, use them. I want you to know what it means to have someone outside of people and there is a heaven outside of heaven."

Commander Sun personally announced the rules and then shouted: "The competition begins."

In an instant, Zhou Pengfei suddenly launched his fist in order to gain the advantage, and the wind blew his fist, which was the common military fist in the army. However, it added a lot of domineeringness when he played it out, and it was extremely fierce, as if a punch could break a person's bones.

The officers and soldiers and leaders present had practiced this set of military fists. When they saw Zhou Pengfei use it, they shouted ok at the same time. They felt ashamed of themselves and admired them very much.

In terms of physical shape, Zhou Pengfei, who has a tendon body, definitely has the advantage and looks very strong. In contrast, Qiu Yu looks like a student. At this time, Zhou Pengfei used such a fierce military fist, and almost most people think Qiu Yu will definitely lose.

Even though Zhou Pengfei has been practicing hard for more than ten years and has been involved in various boxing techniques such as Chaquan Hongquan Shaolinquan, he has always practiced external skills. Even if his palms can cut bricks and his legs are strong, with Qiu Yu's current skills, he is no match for ten of them.

Qiu Yu was sure to win. He sneered lightly and sarcastically said from time to time: "What's going on? There is no force on the fist. Can you do it..."

"You have eaten several bowls of rice at noon, where have you gone?"

"The fist speed is as slow as a snail. Even if you are like this, you deserve to fight me..."

The successive sarcasm made Zhou Pengfei's face turn red, and he screamed in anger, and he stepped up his attack. Qiu Yu was not accustomed to him and used some real skills to fight back. His fists and feet fell on his future brother-in-law like raindrops. Of course, the force was not very heavy, otherwise he would be able to knock Zhou Pengfei to the ground with one punch.

Even so, the punch and feet fell on Zhou Pengfei's body hurt, making him feel blue and swollen and painful. Later, everyone was stunned when they saw Qiu Yu's fists and feet landing on him.

Only then did many officers and soldiers realize that the military heroes they have always admired are no opponents at all, which is really disheartening.

In front of everyone, Zhou Pengfei was beaten so hard that he had no strength to fight back, and he was completely embarrassed, which made him yell in anger: "Bastard, I'm fighting with you." He rushed over like crazy, not only disregarding him, but only hoping to hit the kid with three punches and two kicks.
Chapter completed!