Chapter 376: Song Zhao's Horse and Face Slap 3

When he said this, Song Zhao took a special look at each other's positions, calculated the power of the gunpowder, and made sure that the safe distance was accurate, so he was relieved.

Yin Wanyang frowned, she really didn't know where Song Zhao's confidence came from.

At the beginning, she also doubted whether there was a problem with the ten-eyed handgun because of Song Zhao's words, but after several trials, she was sure that there was no problem.

The head manager was furious, and even now this dead girl is still slandering their Baili family.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and all the guards behind the prince stood out.

The leading guard picked up the ten-eyed handgun and quickly fired a cannon at the moving target in our area.

With a bang, the gunpowder hit the eighth ring, which drew cheers from the platform.

The other nine personal guards followed suit and started firing their own shots, all of them hit, and the final score recorded was 16 rings.

This is a 20-meter target, and it's a moving target. It's not bad to be able to hit it, but they easily got a score of 16.

The audience is boiling!

On the platform, the prince's sergeants let out excited shouts.

The prince and Yin Wanyang showed satisfied smiles.

The head manager was proud, and looked at Song Zhao contemptuously, "You see, this is what you said is a problem, does your face hurt now?"

"Hahaha!" The prince's personal guard let out a merciless laugh.

The Jingwei and Black Shield soldiers on Si Yu's side turned green with laughter.

Si Yu remained motionless, and gently raised his hand to signal Jingwei to hit the target.

The Jingwei struggled against the cumbersome Liannu, and concentrated on shooting.

Although the holding power and speed of this continuous crossbow are better than those of ordinary crossbows, it is really useless in front of the extremely fast ten-eyed handgun.

The model of the continuous crossbow is large, and it has to be adjusted before each shot, but the moving target will not wait for anyone, so the arrows shot by ten Jingwei at the same time, several arrows missed the target, and the final score was only - 5 rings.

failed.

In the first round, Si Yu suffered a disastrous defeat.

The corner of the prince's mouth curled into a smile, and he gave the guard a look. They continued to shoot for the second round, and then successfully won the 16th ring.

Si Yu's morale was greatly reduced, and he only got a 3rd ring result in the second round, which was nothing to see.

Seeing the tragic contrast, Di Zi couldn't help giving Song Zhao a vicious look.

Originally, the glory that belonged to the prince should belong to them.

Song Zhao wanted to make it easier, so he asked Si Yu to remember the number of times the opponent had shot, and turned to go to the clean room.

When he came out of the clean room, he happened to meet Yun Xiu who was waiting outside.

Yun Xiu looked at Song Zhao's calm face, and said in an unpredictable tone, "Is Miss Song satisfied with the current situation?"

Song Zhao's lips curled up, his brows and eyes were cold, and he walked around her.

"That's right, Ms. Song, relying on her master's connivance, can point out the country at will in the barracks and damage the honor of the sergeant. For Ms. Song, it may be very fulfilling." Yun Xiu calmly followed her,

Song Zhao suddenly raised his brows slightly, and glanced at Yun Xiu with a half-smile.

"Well, what can you do?"

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When Song Zhao returned to Si Yu's side, the match had already reached the eighth round.

The referee who recorded the results took a sympathetic look at Si Yu, and announced the current results.

"His Royal Highness has a total score of eighty-eight rings, and the governor Fang has thirteen rings.

There are only two rounds left, are you still not abstaining? "

With such a huge disparity, any fool would know that any further comparison would only bring shame upon oneself.

The prince knew that the ending was settled, so he stroked the ten-eyed pistol, his eyes filled with admiration, "Sir, I promise you ten thousand taels of gold and one hundred hectares of land, and I ask you for all the information about this top designer of the Baili family." .”