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Gu Xiaonan also checked the gun, loaded the magazine, and used her left hand to reach behind the stock to adjust the fire selector, except that she set it to 1 (single shot).

She aimed the gun at the target with both hands, her eyes brightening slightly. She turned her head and smiled, "Let's have a competition. I'm the only one in our unit who likes handling guns. Apart from assessments, there aren't many opportunities for a proper competition."

"Alright, let's have a contest then." Zhang Anbang was always happy to have a gun contest, after all, his marksmanship was now quite good, basically on par with Yuan Lang.

Gu Xiaonan steadily rested the butt of her Type 95 rifle on her shoulder, turned to look at Zhang Anbang, and said, "I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll start at the same time."

"Okay," Zhang Anbang said succinctly, standing at attention with his gun, waiting for the command.

Gu Xiaonan turned her head, fixed her gaze on the bullseye in front of her, and began to count.

Although both were shooting from a standing position, their postures were completely different.

Gu Xiaonan is in a standard shooting stance, with her feet shoulder-width apart, her body facing the bullseye, her hands gripping the rifle, her left arm straight and steady, and the butt of the rifle firmly against her shoulder.

It's clearly the result of long-term training and perfect posture; he's so steady he doesn't budge an inch.

In contrast, Zhang Anbang's feet were positioned one in front of the other, with his right foot firmly planted behind him and his left foot slightly bent in front, toes pointing towards the target area. He kept his center of gravity low and his body slightly turned to the side.

With his left hand naturally supporting the gun, his elbow tucked in close to his waist and abdomen, and the butt of the gun slightly higher than his shoulder, he looked ready to charge and fight at any moment.

This is the shooting stance, also known as the combat rapid-fire stance. In actual combat, it allows for both fighting and moving, advancing and retreating, making it extremely practical.

"Three—Two—One! Go!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Two completely different rhythms exploded.

Gu Xiaonan fires single shots steadily, one shot at a time, aiming, firing, and returning to center. Her movements are solid and steady, with the muzzle always fixed in the bullseye area. Her rhythm is even and she is not flustered.

Zhang Anbang, on the other hand, was fast but not chaotic. His fingers precisely controlled the short bursts, firing two or three shots at a time. As soon as the muzzle twitched slightly, he immediately pushed it back to its original position.

The gunfire was rapid and crisp; in less than five seconds, the entire magazine of thirty rounds was emptied.

He remained silent, keeping the muzzle pointed in a safe direction. With the gun slightly tilted to the side, he bent down to remove the magazine, pulled back the bolt to check the chamber, and after confirming there were no rounds, released the bolt handle to reset it, engaged the safety, and then stood still with the gun in hand, waiting.

Although he knew perfectly well that all thirty bullets had been fired when he fired, the safety procedures were like a memory etched into his bones, and he executed them completely subconsciously.

Gu Xiaonan was startled when she heard the gunfire beside her suddenly stop, but she remained calm and continued to maintain her firing rhythm.

Nearly thirty seconds later, she finished firing the last shot, then slowly released her strength, exhaled a long breath, and then, while checking the gun, spoke with a defiant tone.

"Why did you type so fast? Are you going easy on me because I'm a woman? Let me tell you, I don't need that."

Zhang Anbang scratched the back of his head. "No, no, it's just a habit."

This was the first time in his two lives that he had been in such close contact with a girl, and most of the time he was alone with her. He, who was usually sharp-tongued, was not sarcastic at all today. Instead, he was a little wooden.

He wasn't really being accommodating; it was just a habit.

This speed was all forced out of Yuan Lang. He often had to assemble a bunch of disassembled gun parts within a minute under low light conditions, then empty all the magazines, and finally be tested on the number of hits.

The lighting was excellent today, and with a fixed target at 25 meters and readily available firearms—even though they were small paper targets for pistols—it was as easy as a college student doing a kindergarten problem for Zhang Anbang!

"That's good," Gu Xiaonan nodded, then pressed the button on the wall, secretly thinking to herself, "This guy can't be very accurate, can he, who shoots so fast?"

With a soft creaking sound, two standard pistol targets, slightly smaller than A4 paper, slowly slid back down the steel cable.

Gu Xiaonan looked at her target paper. Although the bullet impact points were somewhat scattered, they were all within the ten-ring, similar to before, showing a stable performance.

Looking at Zhang Anbang's, the center of the ten-ring is no longer marked with a single bullet hole, only a smooth hole remains.

These are thirty bullets that overlapped perfectly, piercing right through the bullseye.

"Uh..." Gu Xiaonan was speechless for a moment.

The rapid bursts of fire were surprisingly more concentrated than her slow-fire shots.

"I lost. All my shots hit the bullseye. Your shooting speed is too fast."

She took a deep breath, her eyes shining. "I'm going to keep this target paper as a souvenir."

As she spoke, Gu Xiaonan went to the side and grabbed a binder.

Zhang Anbang noticed that the name Gu Xiaonan was written on the spine, clearly indicating that it was her personal binder.

Gu Xiaonan deftly punched a hole, clipped the target paper to her clips, picked up a pen and wrote down: "I lost badly in the rifle competition against Zhang Anbang."

March 2002, 2.

After putting away the binder, she raised her eyes defiantly: "Let's keep comparing guns. Your gun isn't that monstrous, is it?"

"Not bad," Zhang Anbang smiled. If it were Gao Cheng competing, he would definitely say, "Company Commander, I'm also very good with a pistol, you're no match for me."

But looking at the dashing female officer in front of him, Zhang Anbang felt as if his mouth was not obeying him today, and he couldn't say many words.

Gu Xiaonan replaced the target paper with two new ones. "Okay, let's continue with the pistol competition."

The target was put back in place, and she began counting down again.

Zhang Anbang glanced at the binder on the table with his head tilted, then regained his composure and stood still, holding his gun in a fighting stance.

After the command was given, he fired the first two shots with a slight steadiness, and then entered a rapid-fire rhythm.

Even though it was also a single shot, his finger pulled the trigger more than twice as fast as Gu Xiaonan's.

……

The target paper slid back again.

Gu Xiaonan first looked at Zhang Anbang's target paper. The center of the target paper still had a dense array of small holes, but there were two more bullet holes clearly visible on the edge of the target paper, one above the other, in an unusually regular position.

Gu Xiaonan was a little puzzled. Looking at the bullet impact point in the center, she realized that this person's pistol skills were extremely high, and it was impossible for the bullet to miss beyond the 1-ring mark.

She took off the target paper, and the more she looked at the two impact points on the edge, the more familiar they seemed.

She took the target paper with a puzzled look, compared it with the binder, and was instantly stunned.

Good heavens, that's more than just missing!

This guy used bullets to punch two binding holes in the places where they were supposed to be punched.

She looked up at Zhang Anbang, completely convinced. "You're a monster! This is what you call 'okay'? How did you even learn to shoot like this? It's so disheartening."

Zhang Anbang spoke frankly, "Well, it's alright. With more practice, you'll get the hang of it."

As Gu Xiaonan put the target paper into the binder, she said irritably, "Fine, guess whether I believe you or not."