Ling Chengyan walked over, and the contestants at the competition spot seed to still be pondering what had just happened, holding their equipnt without putting it down or leaving.
She wasn’t in a hurry, silently stood by and waited until the referee blew the whistle to remind the third group of contestants to reach the competition spot. Only then did the contestant in front of Ling Chengyan seem to wake up, put down the equipnt, turned around and nodded apologetically at Ling Chengyan, then hurriedly left.
Ling Chengyan stepped forward, picked up the equipnt and first checked it over. No malfunctions.
However, due to the tight schedule, she only checked that the equipnt parts were not missing or damaged, but didn’t have ti to inspect the finer details.
The whistle blew, and the contestants lay down one by one, ready to begin.
Only then did Ling Chengyan carefully conduct the inspection, and when she checked the aiming device, her gaze focused slightly. Then, she manually corrected it.
The whistle for the competition blew, and the contestants on both sides had already started the match. The sound of bangs echoed continuously, yet Ling Chengyan seed not to hear, rely quietly making equipnt adjustnts—one second, two seconds...
When others had shot seven or eight bullets, Ling Chengyan finally exhaled softly, held the equipnt again to confirm, and then began aiming—bang, beside her, the others had just finished shooting their last bullet, while Ling Chengyan only fired her first shot.
The contestants who had finished gradually stood up and returned their equipnt. So stayed in place, waiting for the target report.
At this mont, within the limited remaining ti, Ling Chengyan’s continuous gunshots were particularly noticeable.
Bang, bang, bang... bang!
Ten bullets fired continuously without a break, with very small intervals, as if the sound was from automatic machinery.
Everyone, including the audience, referees, and the contestants who had just finished the match, collectively turned their attention to Ling Chengyan.
The ten bullets took a very short ti, and as Ling Chengyan stood up and put down the equipnt, the referee’s whistle sounded, marking the end of the competition ti!
Xiang Yuhong and others hadn’t gone far, they were watching the competition from the sidelines. At this mont, they all ran up, with Xiang Yuhong and Wu Qingyun at the forefront, facing Ling Chengyan as she walked down from the field, shouting in unison: "Captain!"
Ling Chengyan smiled and shook her head: "Let’s go back first."
Though worried inside, everyone refrained from asking anything further, turning together to follow behind Ling Chengyan.
Leaving the competition area, Wu Qingyun exchanged a glance with Xiang Yuhong, and the two quietly slipped away to the target report area, just in ti to hear the report officer announce Ling Chengyan’s score: "One 9.7 ring, nine ten-rings, total score 99.7 rings!"
The two looked at each other and walked back together, their expressions not looking very good.
Su Li, who had already returned to the stands, approached Ling Chengyan again, already asking if there was an issue and why the competition was nearly delayed.
Ling Chengyan simply shook her head and said calmly: "It’s nothing, just getting familiar with the touch of a new piece of equipnt in hand."
"The feel..." Su Li fell silent.
Such advanced things seem to exist only in legends, and only top-notch masters would concern themselves with this.
Just then, Xiang Yuhong and Wu Qingyun ran back, eting Ling Chengyan’s gaze. Xiang Yuhong lowered her head.
Ling Chengyan slightly raised her eyebrows, her gaze falling on Wu Qingyun.
Wu Qingyun pursed his lips and said: "There was a bit of a mistake..."
Su Li hurriedly said: "With your captain’s level, even if there’s a mistake, she will surely make it into the semifinals, right?"
Wu Qingyun glanced at him and said: "We checked the target paper; one bullet crossed the line, judged at 9.7 rings."
Su Li: "..."
Only one shot deducted 0.3, indeed soone who needs to find the feel!
After a while, the results were announced, and Ling Chengyan, with 99.7 rings, ranked first, Su Li with 92.5 points placed eighth, barely entering the semifinals.
The Rongcheng Team mber grouped with Ling Chengyan, the squinty-eyed Zhao Gang, scored 85 rings, ranking among the last few places, and of course, did not advance to the semifinals.
Ling Chengyan smiled and reached out to Su Li: "Congratulations."
Su Li was quite happy, grinning as he shook back: "Sa to you, sa to you."
Ling Chengyan smiled, not saying anything more.
The preliminaries ended with six out of ten people from Eastern Province advancing to the semifinals. Ling Chengyan’s score ranked second in the preliminaries, with the first place held by a Lan City Team contestant who scored perfect rings.
This ti, the competition aid for more precise rankings, accurate to 0.1 rings, with finer scales marked on target paper. This makes less difference for lower scores, but at the nine and ten ring levels, 0.1 rings can determine the precedence of one’s ranking.
The semifinals are held in the afternoon.
After the preliminaries, so people still hadn’t left and stayed at the training ground for practice.
The Eastern Province’s allotted training ammunition still had so remaining, which Ling Chengyan handed over to the other five team mbers for further practice. She herself went to the referee group to report the issues with her equipnt.
The referee group did not imdiately provide a reply, only promising to send the problematic equipnt to the equipnt departnt for inspection and give her feedback later.
Ling Chengyan didn’t expect an imdiate resolution, simply reported the problem and went back to rest.
Five special training team mbers made it to the semifinals, along with one external unit contestant, Zhang Zhenming.
Ling Chengyan gave those who didn’t make it to the semifinals the day off, allowing them to move freely, as long as they returned to the base on ti before dinner.
Though disappointed, these people remained calm and all smiled, expressing their intention to stay for the semifinals.
Ling Chengyan didn’t insist otherwise, as this assembly of the military’s top-level competition was an opportunity for them to participate and learn throughout the process.
After lunch, Ling Chengyan briefly rested in her room for half an hour and when she returned to the competition field, there was no trace of fatigue in her deanor, no less than her state in the morning.
As soon as she arrived at the training ground, Ling Chengyan saw Lao Wenhong and Zheng Zhuoya. Both had successfully passed the preliminaries and entered the semifinals. Lao Wenhong scored well, 95.6 rings, advancing from third place in the group; Zheng Zhuoya’s score was slightly lower at 94.3 rings, advancing from fifth place in the group.
Such scores could certainly earn a ’Sharpshooter’ title, yet in the highest-level army-wide competition, they seem slightly weak, with a chance to enter the final contest, but unlikely to make it into the top three.
Lao Wenhong ran over with a smile upon seeing Ling Chengyan, "We finished our match in the morning and you were already gone, even your teammates said you weren’t together."
Ling Chengyan smiled, not explaining what she had done, just called the two to move toward the competition field while listening to Lao Wenhong chatter about his preliminary experience: "Haha, Sister Yan’er even praised for my good mindset during the competition. My hands were numb during the match, and my palms were sweaty after I was done..."
Zheng Zhuoya walked silently, Ling Chengyan smiled and said: "Being fully focused on tasks, it’s inevitable. Do well in the afternoon, strive to bring out the best performance."
Lao Wenhong continued laughing: "I have scored 99 rings before, hoping this ti heaven will bless to hit that again."
Zheng Zhuoya couldn’t help but roll her eyes: "Comrade Lao Wenhong, please rember your identity."
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