Each squadron tacitly chose to select people in the same way.

The helicopter sent several squadrons' competition personnel to a river more than ten kilometers away. The soldiers with full loads and loads were ready to swim.

The 200-meter armed swimming distance is really weak compared to the requirement of five or ten kilometers at any time in land battles, but in old A, he has a talented skill, which is called increasing the difficulty level.

It was clearly a competition to compete for quotas, but all the participants swam across a turbulent river of 200 meters together.

When the river flow rate exceeds the cordon, these contestants need to work together to swim, and also consider that there is an imaginary enemy threat opposite the river. In this case, swim must be divided into two waves.

The turbulent flowing water makes swimming extremely risky. The old birds who serve as referees are still artificially increasing difficulties during swimming, consuming the participants' physical strength. This method of increasing difficulties with jealousy makes the participants curse at any time, but the old birds smile while increasing the difficulty, not making them feel comfortable.

After finally covering up the swimming, the ten-kilometer heavy-bearing cross-country was launched.

In fact, swimming is a warm-up race. The real assessment starts from off-road. The distance from the river to the obstacle course is about 12 kilometers. Dozens of young old A are carrying heavy loads and run wildly when wet. At the beginning of off-road, almost everyone's speed is almost the same.

But starting from the third kilometers, the distance between each other slowly widens.

Zheng Yingqi ran in the middle of the team calmly. Even if he was overtaken by Tuo Yonggang, he was not anxious. Wu Zhe caught up from behind and shouted, "Old Zheng, you are stable enough!"

"I just started, I have to worry about anything, just laugh to the end." Zheng Yingqi answered as a steadily as an old dog, and Wu Zhe spat: "I can't learn from you, so take a step first! Be careful, if the boat capsizes in the gutter, I will be dying of laughter!"

After saying that, he speeded up and left Zheng Yingqi behind. Zheng Yingqi was funny. Wu Zhe must have been panicked and deliberately stimulated himself. Want to disrupt his rhythm?

Think beautifully!

In the first six kilometers, Zheng Yingqi slowly fell to the last wave of the team, and opened at least two hundred meters away from the leading few. However, Zheng Yingqi was still calm. From the seventh kilometers, most people's speed slowly decreased, but he still maintained his speed. By the ninth kilometers, he had already returned to the first sequence.

"It's enough!"

Tuo Yonggang saw Zheng Yingqi surpassing him and reached the leading position "leisurely". He couldn't help but curse, can't he let himself have a glory? As soon as he scolded Zheng Yingqi, Xu Sanduo chased him from behind, and he was in a blink of an eye. He left his back to him in a blink of an eye.

"These two bastards! Don't give people a way out! Fight!" Tuo Yonggang shouted and cursed, speeding up his speed without admitting defeat, trying to catch up. Several soldiers from other squadrons were left behind by Tuo Yonggang, and couldn't help but curse:

"The newcomers in this period of the 3rd Squadron are more ruthless than the other one!"

But as soldiers, especially the old A-soldiers, how could they admit defeat? As the distance from the finish line was getting closer, they were unwilling to give up their position, so they gritted their teeth and accelerated.

Who is the top leader of the original army? Who is willing to lose this opportunity to represent the army to fight? In the last two kilometers, they all rushed to the sprint. The team that had originally stretched out nearly 300 meters was actually shortened. By the last five hundred meters, the distance was only about a hundred meters.

The comrades who were chasing him closely behind made Zheng Yingqi feel a lot of pressure, especially Xu Sanduo who was biting him silently, looking like he had to surpass him at any time. He had to use his strength to ensure that he was the first place. Xu Sanduo is now holding a "anger" towards Zheng Yingqi. Zheng Yingqi doesn't want Xu Sanduo to vent his "anger" so easily.

It's better to hold it in.

During the final sprint, Zheng Yingqi gritted his teeth and kept his first position, and opened more than ten meters away from Xu Sanduo. Although it was only less than two seconds away, he still suppressed Xu Sanduo. After Xu Sanduo reached the finish line, he smiled provocatively at Xu Sanduo.

The two of them quickly unloaded their weight and started the 500-meter obstacle crossing with only weapons.

On the other side, several squadron leaders gathered together to watch the fighters compete.

"It's your person again." A lieutenant colonel looked at the two people who entered the obstacle course first and couldn't help but say to Yuan Lang with a slight sensation: "This time it's better, the two left the people behind thirty or forty meters away."

Yuan Lang shook his head: "Where is this, the final shot is the key."

Among the five events of the competition, the main purpose of the first three events is to exhaust their bodies. The real highlight is the shooting in the back. Swimming is not counted as the score. Off-road and obstacle crossing only account for 40 points in the score, and bomb drops only account for 10 points, and shooting is the big one.

Several squadron leaders looked at each other without saying a word, but the meaning in their eyes was obvious. They were just waiting for their subordinates to get angry during the shooting and kill the majesty of Yuan Lang's third squadron!

On the field.

Zheng Yingqi and Xu Sanduo completed the 500-meter obstacle crossing of the old A version, and came to the bomb drop zone and were different from the conventional troops. Lao A's bomb drops have many tricks. Five grenades were divided into five bomb drop methods, and they needed to be dropped into five target points at different distances and heights. But this is also the easiest project, and almost everyone can easily win these 10 points.

After the bomb drop is over, it is the most critical 400-meter shooting.

400-meter shooting is a sporty shooting. There are 30 targets in a complex shooting range. These targets will bounce randomly. Targets within 200 meters have two seconds to complete the shooting. Targets within 200 to 300 meters will have four seconds to pause. Targets at the extreme distance will have six seconds to hit all targets. After the shooting is finished, the score will be generated using bullets according to the time of shooting.

The highest record for Old A is currently shot by Yuan Lang: 73 seconds, 46 bullets.

While others were still in the bomb drop zone, Zheng Yingqi stepped into the shooting range and started his own performance.

Bang bang bang

The fast single shot while moving hit a near-point shot, and the target three hundred meters away fell directly to the ground. The opening of the game made the squadron leader who was watching widen their eyes.

Experts can tell if there is a 400-meter sports shooting, how to shorten the time spent? The most direct way is to shoot while moving, but generally speaking, it is difficult to hit a single shot while moving, and point shot is the best option.

However, Zheng Yingqi used a quick single shot to solve the first three targets while moving, which was equivalent to widening the gap in using bullets!

When several squadron leaders saw this scene, they seemed to remember the days when they were crushed by Yuan Lang, and they muttered in their hearts:

Another...a Yuan Lang?

On the field, Zheng Yingqi continued to shoot.

A target suddenly stood up 200 meters away. He suddenly squatted while moving, feeling that the muzzle had moved slightly, and shot it out with one shot, and the target fell directly to the ground.

Then he moved quickly and searched for the targets that would pop up at any time on the field with sharp eyes.

A target was bounced up 400 meters away, and Zheng Yingqi immediately stopped aiming. With the crisp sound of point shooting, the target fell to the ground.

This is the most worrying and tormenting thing in 400-meter sports shooting. You never know where the target will appear. It is very likely that the previous target will be 100 meters away, and the next target will appear 400 meters.

But Zheng Yingqi seemed to have many eyes, and could always find the target that was bounced at the first time and accurately hit it.

One magazine was empty. He moved and quickly took out the second magazine. He finished changing the magazine without even looking at it. When changing the magazine, the two targets bounced up at more than 200 meters left and right at the same time. He didn't see the aiming, and almost moved the gun. With the crisp sound of the dot shooting, the two targets fell to the ground one by one.

Although Zheng Yingqi is worse than the records set by Yuan Lang, when the last target fell to the ground and the referee pressed the time, the squadron leader watching the game still felt sad that he would definitely be crushed by the "big devil" again in the future.

Because the referee's notification time is 83 seconds, as for the amount of ammunition used, they all know 57 times without the referee's notification!

Ten targets within 200 meters were all hit by a single shot, and the remaining 20 targets could hit every 2.35 bullets on average, which made the squadron leader drool in his envy.

"I said, "The third brother, give me this soldier. I recognize you as a brother, no, you can be a father!"

"Lao Wu, are you honest? Just a soldier, you don't even want seniority! Third, don't pay attention to Lao Wu, who is unconventional, let's talk to each other?"

Several jealous squadron leaders were slandering each other, and they were all cursing Yuan Lang. Their purpose was amazingly consistent. Yuan Lang simply put the Benny hat on his head:

"Brothers, don't dream in the daytime!"

"Damn, third brother, you can't be more generous?"

"Last brother, everyone is a brother who scoops rice in the pot..."

As he was talking, the referee also reported Xu Sanduo's results:

"Xu Sanduo, it took 98 seconds, and 62 rounds of bullets!"

Silent.

Zheng Yingqi's almost splendid performance just now made them not pay attention to another contestant who was on the court, but after the referee informed the time and used the bullet, they were shocked to find out:

Damn! Another one!

Several squadron leaders looked at the other people in the shooting range that were plaguing, and even the desire to speak was gone. Here, they mentioned an average score: 129 seconds, 90 bullets.

This is the average score of Old A. If you want to shorten the time to within one hundred seconds, it means that all targets were hit when they bounced up for the first time.

More than 90% of the old A have no ability to shorten the time to within 100 seconds.

However, two of them were actually revealed in the Third Squadron! They are still newcomers!

The most important thing is that this 400-meter shooting was carried out after running a deadly ten-kilometer off-road!

Without this ten-kilometer off-road, the results would definitely be better!

After a while, a squadron leader cursed: "Grandma, third brother, you kid can really hide it. The two newcomers have such abilities? Are you afraid that we will hide it on purpose? Can you kid still be darker?"

Yuan Lang spread his hands: "I said I didn't expect them to have such a level, do you believe?"

"Only fools believe you, a bad person!" Several squadron leaders cursed at the same time.

Yuan Lang: When did I become unscrupulous?
Chapter completed!