Restart Spain Chapter 135

The two sides each came to the target, and the lively US Army gathered on both sides, cheering for James and booing Sergio in front of him.

But what they didn't know was that for them, these Spanish soldiers were all their future instructors.

Who can say what will happen next...

"300-meter rifle shooting confrontation! 10 shots per person, start now!"

For the US Army rifle, 300 meters is almost the farthest killing distance. Although this distance may not be the limit, it is enough.

"Peng!"

James was the first to shoot. The rifle hits the 7th ring steadily.

Looking at the results in front of him, James couldn't help showing a satisfied smile. Using this kind of musket to achieve this result is actually a very remarkable result.

Even Sergio, who was compared with him, could not help but nodded secretly, expressing his approval.

"Peng!"

Sergio shot, but the results were not particularly good.

With only the 6th ring result, the Spanish soldiers in the same group couldn't help but look at each other in dismay, which was different from the script they thought of.

Sergio also frowned, the gun in front of him really made him not used to it, just like someone who is used to driving a Ferrari, and suddenly asked him to drive a ten-dollar car with insufficient power.

The difference is only known to those who have tried it.

He picked up the rifle in his hand, took a virtual look at the target in front of him, and then relaxed his brows.

It's not that his marksmanship has declined, but the performance of this rifle is not excellent. The powerful industry in the United States obviously has not contributed to military technology.

Shooting with an old-fashioned rifle hastily, this young but battle-hardened Spanish soldier obviously still has some discomfort.

"Peng!"

James fired the second shot, and the result was better than just now. The bullet hit the 8th ring of the target steadily.

Looking at the better result than the last time, James couldn't help but feel a little proud. This result can already be arrogant in the U.S. military. He doesn't think this serious Spanish soldier can surpass him.

"Peng!"

Sergio also fired a second shot and hit the 8th ring of the target steadily, which was equal to James' score.

But obviously Sergio was not very satisfied with this result, frowned and looked at the distant target, but it did not affect his mentality.

For a soldier, keeping calm at all times is the most basic quality.

If you let your emotions disturb your state, you may even lose your life in vain on the battlefield.

But this result obviously made James look a little dignified.

I thought that I could teach these Spaniards a lesson in the field they are best at, but obviously it did not achieve the expected effect.

"Come again!"

After James finished speaking, he raised the rifle in his hand, and his face was tightly attached to the gun, aiming hard.

"Peng!"

Another shot with 8 rings. Obviously, James' average level is between this value, which makes Sergio, who was still a little stressed in his heart, relaxed.

Spanish soldiers can almost achieve this, not to mention Sergio, the leader of them.

The ability to cultivate this ability depends on a lot of ammunition consumption, and the real blood and iron tempering on the battlefield. Obviously, these guys who are now only in the barracks can compare.

"Peng!"

Sergio directly hit the 10th ring with one shot. Listening to the numbers reported by the distant personnel, Sergio finally completely put down the serious look on his face.

Touching the rifle in his hand, this battle-hardened veteran has completely adapted to this rifle.

Sergio's 10-ring results directly aroused exclamations in the US military. The 10-ring results are very rare in the US military, and even some people's 10-ring results can be attributed to luck.

General Freeman's expression on the stage was a little helpless, and he obviously had some psychological preparations for this development trajectory.

In contrast, General Juan clearly showed a clear understanding, which is absolute trust in the soldiers under his command.

The Spanish soldiers have undergone the extremely advanced infantry training of His Majesty Alfonso, and their individual quality is obviously not comparable to the American soldiers in front of them.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

"8 rings, 9 rings, 7 rings, 10 rings..."

"10 rings, 10 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings..."

The next match is obviously under Juan's development expectations. Although he is a little dissatisfied that Sergio does not have all 10 rings, it is still harmless after all.

The exclamations of the American soldiers in the audience wave after wave, and Sergio's performance obviously exceeded their psychological expectations.

"Sergio 93 points."

"James 82 points"

"Sergio wins this match!"

The American soldier in charge of scoring announced Sergio's victory, then looked at the Spanish soldier with admiration.

No one would have thought that James, the most skilled archer in the military, would actually lose in this match.

"Sergio is back!"

Juan gave Sergio an order, and there was no fluctuation in the result of this game at all.

"Yes"

Sergio, who had just won a competition, had a calm face, put on his original rifle, and returned to the ranks of the Spanish soldiers.

The elegant and serious look is again a serious contrast to the surrounding American soldiers.

Filliman looked at Juan with some envy. If all his soldiers were like this, no matter what kind of war, he would have the confidence to lead to victory.

"Are you still unconvinced? You can stand up now!"

"If there is no objection, then they will become your instructors in the future!"

Freeman looked at the U.S. Army under the stage, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com asked again. For the unruly U.S. soldiers under the stage, it obviously requires strength to suppress them.

The quality of the individual soldiers of the Spanish Army will not be weaker than that of the US Army. No matter what the comparison is, it can only be a result.

The American soldiers in the audience looked at each other in dismay. There was no cheering and noise from before, and no one was willing to stand up and be this early bird.

The scene became a little quiet for a while. For the American soldiers, even if it was just a simple comparison, the Spanish soldiers on the opposite side had already brought them a sense of oppression.

"If not, then I think it should be no problem for these Spanish soldiers to be your instructors now?"

Filliman asked again, the American soldiers in the audience were still silent.

It was a stark contrast to the noise when the Spanish soldiers first arrived.

"General Juan, please arrange the training plan of your army next!"

Seeing that there was no sound from the army in front of him, General Filliman turned his head to look at Juan and said, and the American officer who was replaced just happened to be able to command those black cannon fodder soldiers.

The quality of those black soldiers obviously didn't matter to the general.

"No problem, General Freeman."

General Juan looked at the Spanish soldiers in front of him. Although there were only 20 soldiers, standing there still brought a great visual shock.

"According to the order, each take over the troops you need to be responsible for, and then train them according to the standards of Spanish soldiers!"

No words of encouragement were said, and it was clear that the Spanish soldiers did not need the encouragement of such a simile victory.

"Yes!"

The Spanish soldiers were ordered to disperse...

Chapter end