As a result, Xiaole hit all five shots, while Dachun only hit one shot on the target. He only shot two shots. After the second shot was off the target, he did not shoot the remaining three shots again.

"Brother Xiaole, you won!" Dachun didn't say that he would continue to compete and gave in.

"Don't hit the mobile target?" Xiaotong asked on behalf of others. Xiaole's move to suppress Dachun not only washed away all Xiaotong's worries, but also made him quite proud, and the smell of showing off could be heard in his words.

"No need to compete, I admit defeat. Brother Xiaole's marksmanship is not comparable to that of me, but if Brother Xiaole is willing to show his skills and open our brothers in Baishishan, then I will be very eager." Dachun said neither humble nor arrogantly, and even Xiaotong could not feel the loss of his potential competition.

Wu Fei thought he could not be as generous as Dachun. Although it was not him who competed with Xiaole on the court, after seeing Xiaole's magical gun skills, his sense of loss was very strong. It was not that he wanted Xiaole to lose, but that he felt that he wanted to catch up with him and his hopes were too slim.

"Yes, brother Xiaole, just show your skills and let the brothers in Baishishan see and see." Captain Wu first agreed, and then said to Uncle Guo: "It is worthy of being the master of the Guo family. I'm afraid that this pistol technique will be difficult to find a third person in Baoding." In his words, he praised Uncle Guo and Xiaole together.

"It's just some flower-like styles that are not good at using it. It's really the real way to go to the battlefield. Brothers of Captain Wu Dachun," Uncle Guo said modestly, "Xiaole, since Captain Wu has already spoken, you can try shooting two shots, and let me see if the recent physical training has made your gun feel unfamiliar."

Xiaole nodded silently, took out a bridge clamp bullet from the sub-bag, and pressed it into the bullet compartment.

Before raising the gun, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Fei, and nodded to him, which was to suggest Wu Fei to see how he shot.

But unexpectedly, Wu Fei stood there like a piece of wood, and did not notice Xiaole's slight movement at all.

The word "gun" is not the first time Wu Fei has heard of the word "gun" or "san leader", or the bandits who have walked closer to Erma Mountain, they have heard that they have a good sense of guns. Wu Fei also knows that every time he touches the gun, he will feel a strange feeling all over his body, as if he is an old friend meeting. This feeling is the first time he appears on himself, he is in the provincial capital and gets the short gun that Sister Ping threw into his dung bucket. Later, he found that as long as it involves guns, he has a self-taught function. Whether it is someone else who wipes the gun, practices the gun, shoots the gun, or breaks up and assembles the gun, as long as he sees the process, he will be firmly remembered, and he can copy these actions without a bad step. These are not counted. Wu Fei clearly remembers that the last time he fired the puppet army he killed was also done by observing Uncle Guo's actions.

Is this the so-called sense of gun? Wu Fei had already concluded in his heart and was sure that the advantage he had would be the most advantageous weapon to avenge Sister Ping Xiaosi.

"Wu Fei, Wu Fei." Xiaotong gently pulled Wu Fei's clothes and reminded him: "Xiao Le is calling you."

"Ah? Oh!"

Wu Fei woke up from his dream and hurriedly looked at Xiaole. Seeing that he was rushing and winking at the gun in his hand, he immediately understood that he wanted to watch it carefully.

Uncle Guo has been strengthening his physical fitness during this period and has never taught Wu Fei how to use a gun at all. Xiaole's move is obviously about to "overstep his affairs".

Wu Fei felt like a mirror in his heart, but he was also a little guilty, and his eyes were involuntarily aimed at Uncle Guo.

No one present was a fool. Although he would not know the inside story as well as Uncle Guo and Xiaotong, everyone could see that Xiaole was trying to teach Wu Fei to shoot.

On-site public teaching? This is undoubtedly not a good opportunity for people in White Mountain. Dachun also has a few people who think they have good marksmanship, and they even stared at Xiaole in a hurry, fearing that they would miss any action.

Wu Fei was not worried about missing any key points. Even if he didn't see it, he believed that Xiaole would teach him again in the future, and even teach him step by step. At this moment, what he was most worried about was Uncle Guo. Xiaole took his own initiative and did this in full view of everyone, would it annoy Uncle Guo?

Sure enough, when Wu Fei glanced over, he found that Uncle Guo's face was ashen and terrible as he looked at him. But Wu Fei could feel that Uncle Guo's look at him like this would definitely not be just because Xiaole wanted to teach him to shoot. As for why, it was really unfavorable.

Xiaole also noticed Uncle Guo’s strangeness. He suddenly blushed and his expression was a little strange, but soon he calmed down his emotions and nodded at Captain Wu, indicating that he was ready.

Under the instruction of Captain Wu, two Baishishan guerrillas rushed to the target in front of the earth slope, and soon they carried the target into the ditch there.

In fact, this trench is not a natural trench. It is a trench dug on purpose. It is somewhat similar to the trench, but it is about one meter deeper than the trench and is usually used as a place for target reporting personnel to hide. Xiaole knew this, but the gesture he gestured made Xiaotong wrong in translation, and Wu Feicai really thought it was a deep trench.

The two targets moved opposite directions, and the uniformity was not fast, but for shooting, the difficulty was not increased by Xing'er.

Xiaole was not too big, and half-held the gun and stared at the target moving at a constant speed.

More and more people gathered on the side of the threshing field. The villagers in the village heard that there were sharpshooters and even beat Dachun to win, so they all came here to watch the fun.

Compared with the people who had only had the Baishishan guerrillas before, the unorganized and undisciplined people were pointing fingers on the sidelines, and they kept talking, which was obviously much noisy.

Xiaole seemed a little uncomfortable being the focus in public. The target moved back and forth three times, but he never fired a single shot, and even didn't even raise the gun.

The people's patience was not very good. Seeing that Xiaole was slow to shoot, the discussion became louder. Some of the young wives and girls said some naughty words loudly, and Wu Fei blushed when he heard them, let alone Xiaole.

"Calm your mind and calm down!" Uncle Guo suddenly said: "People are the masters of guns, don't be bound by guns to their minds and souls."

After hearing this, a light flashed suddenly in Xiaole's eyes, and the half-carried rifle was suddenly lifted up. He quickly grabbed the guardrail with his left hand and pulled the trigger without even aiming.

Wu Fei seemed to be able to see bullets shooting out of the muzzle, spinning through the gun target at high speed, and sinking into the soil slope.

"I've hit it!"

"I've hit it!"

…………

There was cheers in the threshing ground.

Wu Fei did not cheer like Xiaotong, and even the expression on his face did not change. He looked at Xiaole who was as calm as water, and Uncle Guo's words echoed in his ears: People are the master of the gun!
Chapter completed!