Chapter 52: Refining Down! Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Seeking Collections!

  When Zhang Xinghan and the other two arrived at the No. 1 playground, the playground was almost packed with people, with over a hundred people present, and the number was still increasing.

  From the military uniforms, there are instructors and students. However, most of them are students. The total number of instructors is less than twenty people. Compared to regular troops, each unit has defense and tasks, it's impossible for so many people to come out at once.

  Among the crowd of instructors, Zhang Xinghan saw Zhou Wei, who had been waiting for a long time. Zhou Wei also saw him and walked out from the crowd.

  At this time, the onlookers had already formed a circle on the playground. Zhang Xinghan walked in with big strides, surrounded by Zhao Desheng and Sun Siwei.

  Zhou Wei also took big strides to welcome him, with a sarcastic smile: "Alright, Zhang Xinghan, you're still quite bold, not bad, worthy of being one of our Central Military Academy people."

  "Hey, that fart, what's with all the nonsense there? How are we going to compare? Let's get started quickly, after we're done, Xing Han still wants to drink with us." Sun Siwei said sarcastically.

  Sun Siwei's words were incomprehensible to the people around him, and they thought he was scolding Zhou Wei. However, Zhou Wei himself had a clear understanding of what Sun meant, and his face immediately turned iron-gray, with his mouth corners twitching slightly as he clenched his fists and said: "First one, shooting!"

  "What about it? Dare you?"

  Zhang Xinghan calmly said: "I'll accompany you!"

  After Zhang Xinghan agreed, Zhou Wei turned around and waved his hand towards the back. One of his comrades handed him two brand new rifles.

  Zhou Wei threw a rifle to Zhang Xinghan and said, "There are five blank rounds in each of us. Whoever hits the ring with more shots wins!"

  Zhang Xinghan took the gun and looked at it, secretly exclaiming: "Type 24 rifle?" This rifle, based on the Mauser 1924 model, was China's first standardized rifle in the 1930s during the Republican era. The 7.92×57mm Mauser cartridge used by this rifle had much greater firepower than the 6.5×50mm Arisaka cartridge used by the Japanese Type 38 rifle. However, the difference in firepower between the two rifles was not solely due to the bullets. The main reason was that the Type 38 rifle had a longer barrel and smaller caliber, which made the bullet more penetrating when fired. Generally, it was easy for the bullet to penetrate the human body if it didn't hit vital organs like the heart or brain, making it difficult to incapacitate the person being shot.

  The Chinese rifle has a larger caliber, but its penetration is not as good as the 38 rifle. However, once the bullet enters the human body, it is prone to tumbling, causing secondary damage to the person, resulting in loss of combat effectiveness on the spot.

  However, the formal rifle body of China did not have a 38 large cover, which was slightly disadvantageous in bayonet fighting. In some close combat, the devils retreated the bullets in the gun chamber before bayonet fighting because the Type 38 rifle had strong penetration power and they were afraid of hurting their own people.

  To know that the Zhongzheng rifle was formally mass-produced by the 11th Arsenal of the Ministry of Military Affairs only last year, in the 24th year of the Republic of China. This brand-new Zhongzheng rifle is clearly a newly-equipped unit at first glance.

  But as soon as he thought that Zhou Wei was from the Instruction Corps, Zhang Xinghan felt at ease. The Instruction Corps could be said to be China's most elite troops at this time, Chiang Kai-shek's absolute trusted and loyal forces. Whatever new equipment and weapons were available, they would definitely be equipped with the Instruction Corps first.

  So it's no wonder that Zhou Wei had a brand new semi-formal rifle at this time.

  While Zhang Xinghan was deep in thought, someone had already set up the target. Zhou Wei looked at the target and said to Zhang Xinghan: "Zhang the great hero, how about it? You first?"

  "You go first!" Zhang Xinghan said with a serious face.

  "Alright then, I won't be polite," Zhou Wei said, picking up his gun and striding towards the target in big steps.

  Zhang Xinghan also followed and walked over, arriving at the shooting position. Zhou Wei stood outside the line, his expression cold and stern as he pulled the trigger, raised the gun to aim, his movements smooth and continuous, a seasoned shooter.

  After a brief aim, he decisively pulled the trigger, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the bullet accurately hit the target.

  A marksman raised a sign and shouted: "Bullseye!"

  Zhou Wei's mouth curled up with a triumphant smile, and he immediately pulled the bolt repeatedly. In less than a minute, he fired all four remaining bullets.

  "Fifty rings!" As Cha's voice rang out, the surrounding students exclaimed in surprise.

  And those comrades who came together with him were even more excited.

  Zhou Wei turned around with a rather pleased expression and gestured to Zhang Xinghan: "Zhang the great hero, it's your turn now."

  Sun Siwei and Zhao Desheng were also feeling quite heavy-hearted at this time, they didn't expect Zhou Wei's marksmanship to be so accurate.

  But to be honest, Zhou Wei's marksmanship is actually quite good. He can use this bolt-action rifle to shoot a single shot at 100 meters and hit the bullseye every time, his marksmanship is absolutely top-notch.

  Unfortunately, he encountered Zhang Xinghan, an A-level special forces soldier who had once used a semi-automatic rifle to hit targets at a distance of over 200 meters, achieving a score of ten consecutive hits. To put it into perspective, a person would appear blurry at a distance of nearly 300 meters, let alone the target.

  Although in his previous life he had all kinds of firearms that were more advanced than now, after the actual combat at Xifengkou and three years of training in military school, Zhang Xinghan was already completely proficient in the firearms of this era and used them with ease.

  In comparison, there is not much difference between a semi-automatic rifle and a bolt-action rifle. The only difference is that the semi-automatic rifle can automatically load the next round into the chamber, whereas a non-automatic rifle requires you to manually operate the bolt after each shot.

  Zhang Xinghan took a deep breath of cold air, calmed himself down, held the gun with one hand and walked towards the target line in big strides.

  Standing outside the target line, Zhang Xinghan pretended to gaze at the target for a moment, actually testing the wind speed and accurate distance, and quickly calculating the speed and time of the bullet's flight.

  As a professional special forces soldier, these were as simple for Zhang Xinghan as taking something out of his pocket.

  After a simple calculation and observation, Zhang Xinghan quickly pulled the bolt, then in a way that shocked everyone, he single-handedly held the gun, pulled the trigger, and fired.

  From raising his gun to firing a shot, Zhang Xinghan used less than five seconds. "Bang" A similarly crisp gunshot rang out.

  The scorer took a look at the target and couldn't believe it, the bullet hit the center of the target, and immediately shouted loudly: "Ten rings! Right in the center!"

  As soon as the target person's voice fell, the surrounding onlookers exclaimed in shock, and the students were all excited, casting admiring glances at Zhang Xinghan.

  Zhou Wei and the instructors of the General Team were furious, their faces pale with rage, but they could do nothing about it. However, what made them even angrier was yet to come.

  Zhang Xinghan fired shot after shot, each one a single-handed shot, and every time he hit the bullseye.

  When Zhang Xinghan fired all five bullets, the scorer said in a somewhat disbelieving tone: "Fifty rings, all hit the center!"

  "Awesome! Well done!" Sun Siwei and others cheered and applauded.

  Zhou Weiqi was about to go crazy, but he still endured it and didn't make a move. Instead, his face turned stern as he nodded and said: "Alright! Zhang Xinghan, you're really something!"

  "It's too much!" Zhang Xinghan said calmly. After finishing speaking, he threw the rifle in his hand to Zhou Wei and asked, "What else can we compare?"

  "Fists and feet!" Zhou Wei threw the two formal rifles to one side, and spat out a sentence from between his teeth, making a gesture: "Please!"

  Zhang Xinghan smiled and nodded: "Please!"

  Before Zhang Xinghan's voice had fallen, Zhou Weida seized the opportunity and shouted loudly, pouncing forward and swinging his massive fists at Zhang Xinghan.

  Zhang Xinghan's eyes narrowed, watching Zhou Wei's full-force punch come at him. He suddenly shifted his body to the side, took a step forward with his foot, and used his shoulder to bump into Zhou Wei, sending him stumbling backward two steps.

  "Good!" Sun Siwei and Zhao Desheng shouted loudly on the side.

  Zhou Wei's fist hit nothing, and he was knocked back by Zhang Xinghan with a shoulder bump, his chest hurting vaguely. He couldn't help but burst into anger, clenching his fists tightly, making cracking sounds, and let out a loud roar before charging again.

  This time Zhou Wei was clearly more cautious than last time, his punches were swift and fierce in appearance, but actually had a defensive mindset, preparing for any unexpected situation.

  He exchanged a few moves with Zhou Wei, and Zhang Xinghan saw through Zhou Wei's style. He was just a powerful and vigorous type of martial artist, with more bravery than endurance.

  Zhang Xinghan seized the opportunity, using his left hand to block Zhou Wei's full-force punch, and with a single fist strike on his armpit, sent Zhou Wei stumbling backward three steps, his right hand trembling uncontrollably.

  Zhang Xinghan knew that this punch of his, although not using full force, was aimed at the armpit, one of the more vulnerable spots on the human body. So, Zhou Wei must have felt quite a bit of pain from this move.

  Zhou Wei was at a disadvantage, and the arrogant spirit in his heart suddenly surged up. Enduring the pain from his right arm, he loudly shouted and charged at Zhang Xinghan again.

  Zhang Xinghan saw a murderous aura in Zhou Wei's eyes, it seemed that he had the intention to kill him. Just as Zhang Xinghan was about to subdue Zhou Wei and end this sparring session.

  Suddenly, a shout rose from the crowd of onlookers: "Stop!"