If I were ranked second, at least I would have Zhang Laifu as a foil. Behind the Iron Bull, I don’t know if this cow grew up drinking milk, but it actually broke 50 meters. It was destined to be a tragedy.

In fact, when new recruits drop bombs, because they have not received special training, the first time around 30 meters is the normal level. Just like the second class, 7 out of 10 people are unqualified.

Wang Bing feels that it’s not that he’s not good enough, but that he’s just unlucky.

At this time, the instructor in charge of recording saw Chen Lu coming up and joked: "50 meters, no problem?"

As a result, before Chen Lu could react, Chen Pai answered on Chen Lu's behalf: "It's not a big problem."

Chen Lu: "..."

Is this your vote or my vote?

Since the bombing, 70% of the recruits have failed, and only a handful of them have exceeded 40. This is 50. What a trap. Isn’t this directly putting pressure on me?

As soon as Chen Pai finished speaking, the second platoon commander came over and said with a smile: "How about it? Let's bet, under 50 meters, the top scorer in the college entrance examination doesn't look good, and it's useless."

Chen Pai waved his hand: "Above fifty meters, you lose a lot of money."

Chen Lu was speechless, Chen Pai immediately made him angry.

His own strength of 1.5 adults is not inferior to that of Iron Bull, but Xu Jiang also said just now that bombing depends not only on strength, but also on exertion.
Chapter completed!