In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

How would you know if you didn't try?

Tang Ming calmly said, "If I miss, I am willing to accept any punishment! But since I have come here, I hope that the leaders can give me a chance."

"you……"

Wang Zhiming wanted to reprimand Tang Ming, but at this moment, the military region leader said, "Fine, since you insist, I'll grant your request! Considering how bold you are, I can also guarantee that you won't be punished, and your regimental commander won't punish you either!"

"You can relax and shoot. But if you miss, you'll be the one who loses face, and your entire 702nd Regiment will be the one embarrassed!"

"Please rest assured, leaders and commander, I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Tang Ming stood at attention and said loudly.

Wang Zhiming was almost in tears.

I'm worried!

Who the hell is expecting you?

Why don't you just take your confidence and go die?

Can you please stop causing me trouble here?

You may not care about your reputation, but I do, and the 702nd Regiment does too!

"Alright! In that case, let's do it this way."

As the military leader spoke, he looked at Captain Gao and asked, "Captain Gao, do you have any objections?"

"We'll follow the leader's instructions," said the high school team leader.

What opinions could he possibly have?

In his view, Tang Ming had no chance of hitting the target at all.

Although the soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company also thought Tang Ming was bragging, he was standing up for the 702nd Regiment. Even if he was just using Tang Ming's power, they admired him and were willing to cheer him on!

"Could I borrow your gun for a moment?"

Tang Mingchong asked Zhuang Yan, "Our logistics farm doesn't have guns."

Zhuang Yan was taken aback and asked curiously, "You don't have guns? So you haven't fired a gun since you joined the company?"

"No." Tang Ming shook his head.

"You haven't even practiced, how are you going to fight?" Chen Xiwa was also stunned.

Tang Ming mimicked the senior team leader, smiling as he pointed to his heart, "Shooting isn't about training; it's more about this."

Zhuang Yan: "..."

Chen Xiwa: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Then everyone subconsciously looked towards the high school team.

These words, coming from the high school team leader, sounded incredibly impressive.

Why do we feel like laughing when Tang Ming says it?

That guy trained for over ten years and became one with his gun before he dared to say that.

How dare you say such a thing, you greenhorn who's been raising pigs for months and hasn't even touched a gun?

Who gave you the courage?

Liang Jingru?

Soon, the regiment had sent someone with ten glass bottles to the target trench.

Wang Zhiming dared not let anyone stand on flat ground and throw bottles; who knew how bad the kid's marksmanship was?

What if he accidentally hits the soldier who threw the bottle at him?

It's safer to throw it up from inside the target trench.

Wang Zhiming and all the soldiers in the regiment could only pray that Tang Ming would guess one of them correctly.

At least this way we won't lose too badly.

The high school team leader was still wearing sunglasses, putting on a very indifferent and calm appearance.

Miao Lian was in charge of giving the order to fire. He looked at Tang Ming and asked, "Young comrade, are you ready?"

"Ready!" Tang Ming replied, gripping his gun with both hands.

"Okay, let's begin!"

Miao Lian gripped the walkie-talkie and gave the order directly to the soldier in the target trench who was responsible for throwing bottles.

Whoosh!

Almost as soon as Miao Lian finished speaking, a bottle that looked like a black dot to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the air.

Tang Ming immediately raised his gun and aimed.

As soon as he picked up the gun, a piece of data appeared in his mind. He didn't need to think too much about it; he just had to think about it, and a clear trajectory line appeared in his mind.

Moreover, the bottle, which was a hundred meters away, seemed to be only half a meter away at this moment, and was very clear.

That eagle eye's eyesight is truly terrifying!

boom!

The instant the calculation was completed, Tang Ming immediately pulled the trigger.

Almost as soon as the gunshot rang out, everyone instinctively looked up and saw that the bottle had shattered before it even reached the top!

When they saw the glass bottle shattered by a bullet a hundred meters away, almost everyone in the audience showed an expression of utter shock at the same time.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths slightly agape, three words echoing in their minds: Impossible!

No one could believe that Tang Ming had actually hit the bottle.

brush!

The high school team leader even ripped off his cool sunglasses, staring in shock at the shattered glass shards scattered everywhere.

That guy actually hit it!

He actually managed to hit a bottle in mid-air from 100 meters away!

Moreover, the bottle was hit while it was rising and briefly paused before reaching the top.

That's even more terrifying!

Everyone was stunned at that moment, and no one spoke.

Could it be a fluke?

Correct!

It must have been a fluke!

How could a pig farmer soldier have such accurate marksmanship?

Everyone subconsciously thinks this way.

Even Wang Zhiming thought so.

Even the soldiers responsible for throwing bottles in the target trench were shocked.

He thought he had misread or misheard, but when the shards of glass fell right in front of him, he was certain that it was all real.

That pig-farming soldier they thought was bragging and embarrassing the regiment, he actually hit the bottle!

"Why isn't anyone throwing away bottles anymore?" Tang Ming asked.

His voice snapped everyone out of their shock.

Miao Lian refrained from asking Tang Ming, afraid of disrupting his current rhythm, and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "What's going on at the target trench? Why did you stop? Keep throwing bottles!"

After the soldiers in the trench reacted, they responded and picked up the second bottle and threw it out.

boom!

The bottle shattered again less than three meters from the target trench.

Then came the third... the fourth... the fifth...

Tang Ming shot each bottle before it reached the top.

Tang Ming did not waste a single bullet from beginning to end.

Every bullet hit the glass bottle precisely.

After seeing the bottles shatter one after another, everyone finally realized that this was no fluke.

Hitting one might be a fluke.

Even if you hit the second one, there's still a chance.

The fact that they were able to hit the third person, even if they didn't want to believe it, made them realize that it was indeed a testament to their strength!

What a joke! Who the hell has the ability to repeatedly guess bottles from 100 meters away?

Do you think you're a god?

Everyone was utterly shocked by Tang Ming's abnormal marksmanship.

He didn't even notice when the sunglasses in Gao Zhong's hand fell to the ground.

"Change of hands!"

Tang Ming directly imitated the actions and words of the high school team leader's demonstration of shooting 50-meter bottles, and changed his right-hand grip on the gun to his left-hand grip.

boom!

Snapped!

boom!

Snapped!

……

After switching to his left hand, every shot he fired was accompanied by the shattering of a glass bottle.