Twenty rounds of bullets, one hundred and ninety rings, not to mention 100 hits, on average, it is 9.5 rings per shot, which is an extremely excellent result.

You know, it is easy to achieve fifty rings with five bullets, but with Mo Shangjun's speed and change of posture, plus the exchange of pistols and rifles, twenty bullets can achieve such a result, which is indeed several levels higher than the average person.

but--

As long as it's not two hundred rings, it's not insurmountable!

Therefore, although this group of people feels a little pressure, there are definitely not none of them who can achieve such results!

"Let's go."

Waving his hand, Lang Yan motioned for them to go to the 400-meter barrier.

The entire formation suddenly turned around and walked towards the training ground in an orderly manner.

Mo Shangyun followed behind them.

As for Lang Yan, he stood there, watching them leave, then quietly exhaled, and opened the paper in his hand.

Twenty bullets, one missed the target, one hundred and ninety rounds.

A total of nineteen shots were fired, all of which scored ten rings.

wipe!

He didn't believe that the shot didn't miss the target on purpose!
Chapter completed!