Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Under the huge impact of the bullet, the kettle flew more than half a meter away and landed at the lower left side of the mound. Liu Chengxu fired another shot without any pause, and hit the kettle that had changed its position again with great accuracy.

Su Zhengyang also nodded in admiration. The theoretical range of the Type 88 Commission rifle is only 400 meters, and as an old sleeve imitated by the Dongyang Arsenal, the accuracy is further reduced. It is extremely difficult to hit a palm-sized water bottle more than 300 meters away. Liu Chengxu's marksmanship is not to say that he can hit the target from a hundred paces away, but it is almost there. He can be regarded as a true sharpshooter.

The soldiers of the security corps also applauded and cheered. It was obvious that Liu Chengxu's amazing marksmanship amazed them.

"Captain Su, please, let me admire your marksmanship."

Liu Chengxu put his old rifle aside and looked at Su Zhengyang with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Su Zhengyang nodded, called a soldier from the security regiment over, and took the 98k rifle he was carrying in his hand.

Another soldier picked up a new intact kettle and placed it on the mound again.

Su Zhengyang adjusted his breathing, took aim, and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the kettle suddenly flew into the air.

"It seems our leader has been hit!"

"You don't need to tell me, if I didn't hit it, how could the kettle fly!"

"I didn't expect the captain's shooting skills were so amazing."

Su Zhengyang fired two more shots in a row, and the kettle that was about to fall to the ground flew up again, flying into the air twice in a row at the sound of Su Zhengyang's gunshots.

"Go, bring me the kettle and the kettle that Liu Da Dangjia made!"

"It's the leader!"

The soldier quickly ran to the mound and took back the water bottles that the two men had brought back.

"It looks like this is another draw."

"Bullshit, our captain definitely won. Our captain hit the kettle in mid-air twice, which was much more difficult."

The soldiers were discussing the outcome of the match between the two.

Liu Gangding looked at Su Zhengyang with a smile on his face. He had already made a judgment as to who was better between the two.

The kettle was placed in front of everyone. Two transparent bullet holes appeared on the kettle where Liu Chengxu had shot twice, but there was not even a trace on the kettle where Su Zhengyang had shot it.

The soldiers were stunned.

"How is that possible? I clearly saw the captain hit the kettle and it flew up into the air."

"Could it be that our leader knows some magic? Can he make the bullet hole disappear?"

"I see. There must have been a kettle there originally, and Xiao Qi took the wrong one..."

Liu Chengxu sighed and said, "Captain Su's shooting skills are superb. I admit defeat."

With his keen eyesight, he had already seen that Su Zhengyang did not use bullets to hit the kettle at all. What he actually hit was the mud on the mound below the kettle. He used the impact force of the mud and the bullet to make the kettle fly continuously, making it look as if the kettle was hit by three consecutive shots.

This sounds simple, but it is actually much more difficult than hitting the kettle itself. Not only must you accurately judge the landing point of the kettle, but there must not be any deviation between the impact point and the speed of the bullet, otherwise you will fail.

"I told you guys you're stupid, but you still don't believe me. The commander didn't hit the kettle at all. He hit the mud next to the kettle! He used the impact of the mud and the bullet to make the kettle fly up."

After Liu Kangding's explanation, the soldiers of the security corps suddenly realized what was going on.

"So that's how it is. Our leader is so amazing."

"I think Liu Ershun's shooting skills are not as good as our regiment commander's."

"Next, let's move on to the third competition, which is endurance!"

Liu Chengxu seemed anxious to regain his position and was about to start the third round of competition with the security team.

A moment later, a man from Fengshan, together with Liu Chenggui from the security team, half-crouched on the ground, holding their rifles in a very standard posture, looking forward, with a two-kilogram sandbag tied to the muzzle of the gun.

In this standard gun holding posture, not to mention that there is a sandbag hanging on the gun, even if you just maintain this posture for more than half an hour, most people can't do it.

Time passed minute by minute, and the soldiers watched the changes of the two men intently. The scorching sun had made their clothes soaked with sweat, and they stuck to their bodies as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

An hour passed, and the two had lost their initial relaxed demeanor. Their bodies kept shaking slightly, and it was obvious that they had reached their limits.

Another hour passed. Liu Chenggui's hands were shaking and his legs had completely lost all feeling. He had only one belief in his heart, which was that he must not let the security team lose. In Liu Chenggui's view, the team leader had fallen out with the Du family in the city because of him. Even if he died, he would repay the team leader's kindness.

Twenty minutes later, the dark-skinned man from Fengshan finally couldn't hold on any longer. His legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

On the other hand, Liu Chenggui was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

"We won! Our security team won!"

The soldiers kept cheering, and their faces were as excited as if it was New Year's Eve. Liu Chenggui stood up tremblingly, walked to Su Zhengyang with his head held high, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Report to the commander! We won. I, Liu Chenggui, did not let you and my brothers down!"

The soldiers rushed forward, threw Liu Chenggui high into the air and caught him again, creating a sea of ​​joy.

Liu Chengxu said to Su Zhengyang solemnly: "Captain Su, I, Liu Chengxu, am convinced by the Security Corps in this competition. Please give me one day. I will return to Fengshan and bring my brothers from the mountain to join the Security Corps. In the future, as long as Captain Su says a word, I will go through fire and water! I, Liu Chengxu, will never frown!"

A day later, a total of 327 people from Fengshan joined the security team under the leadership of Liu Chengxu and officially became part of the security team.

Different from the new recruits of the security corps, the more than 300 people coming down from Fengshan are all strong men who have experienced countless disputes with the three major families. They can be regarded as veterans who can be directly deployed to the battlefield.

Su Zhengyang selected another 200 people from the new recruits to establish the First Reinforced Battalion of the Security Corps and let Liu Chengxu temporarily serve as the battalion commander. Liu Chengxu had no complaints. Not only did he quickly integrate his old brothers into the security corps, he also trained the new recruits assigned by Su Zhengyang well.

The security corps was recruiting soldiers in full swing, and the people of Sanjiang County were vying to send their children to the corps, which surprised Liu Chengxu. You know, in this war-torn era, the people have no good feelings towards soldiers, and would rather live a hard life at home than let their children fight on the battlefield.

This is enough to show that the security team has completely won the hearts of the people of Sanjiang County.