The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 175 - 174: Competition

Chapter 175: Chapter 174: Competition

Xuan Ping from Cheng Feng’s team was the first one up, the soldier who had initially proposed the competition.

At a distance of fifty meters, bang bang bang, three shots were fired, and the scores displayed on the intelligent monitor at the side of the field read: eight, nine, ten rings.

Cheers and applause instantly erupted from the crowd, and Qu Tong joined in with clapping as well.

Normally, pistol shooting starts at 20 or 30 meters and then increases from there, but they started right away with a 50 meters target—this score was quite impressive.

Xuan Ping bared his big teeth, still slightly proud, "Madam, excuse my poor performance."

Cheng Feng kicked out at him, "It’s indeed quite ugly, next one."

Xuan Ping twisted his butt and successfully dodged Cheng Feng’s kick, made room, and let others go up.

Everyone went up one after the other, leaving only Wen You, Cheng Feng, and Qu Tong.

Wen You and Cheng Feng went up together, and instantly the soldiers on both sides started to cheer on their captains.

Just by looking at this setup, one could tell that the two of them often competed against each other.

Ultimately, Wen You was one step behind with the scores of nine, nine, and ten rings.

Cheng Feng, on the other hand, scored ten, nine, and ten rings.

Cheng Feng nonchalantly blew on the gun barrel and provocatively looked at Wen You.

Wen You glared at him, then turned to look at Qu Tong, "Tong Tong, it’s your turn, crush his arrogance."

Qu Tong spread her hands, helplessly saying, "I can’t make any guarantees."

Qu Tong stepped forward, and basically without much aiming, she fired her gun.

With a "whoosh", the bullet flew out, and the casing ejected automatically.

Everyone turned to look at the display: seven rings...

Qu Tong touched her nose, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The scene quieted down for a moment.

Xuan Ping, very supportive, clapped his hands, "Madam, such a great result on your first try is quite impressive."

Then, intermittent applause followed.

"Right, my first 50 meter shot went completely off target."

"Right, Madam must not be familiar with the General’s gun."

"Madam, keep it up, you’ll definitely hit the ten ring with the next shot."

Qu Tong watched as everyone forced compliments, and her lips twitched.

Wen You rolled her eyes at Qu Tong, "Can you aim properly? Our boss is still here, how can you disappoint our boss."

Qu Tong turned her head to look at Si Yuting, the man whose gaze was always as clear and cold as snow, as if nothing she did could stir even the slightest ripple in him.

"I’ve always fired like this, I haven’t received any professional training," Qu Tong said naturally.

It would be strange if she aimed professionally.

She wasn’t intentionally not doing her best, she just wasn’t very familiar with Si Yuting’s gun.

"Our boss is professional, Madam, you can ask our boss for some private coaching," Cheng Feng teased, glancing at Si Yuting with a sly look.

The other soldiers also joined in the teasing.

Qu Tong smiled, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

Si Yuting’s lips seemed to curve slightly, his voice very faint, "If you wish to learn, I can teach you."

His voice took on a turn, those deep eyes seeming to see into one’s soul, "However, as long as you hit the target, the gesture isn’t important, just like your performance in the competition."

"You’re right, Your Highness," Qu Tong said with an open smile, lifting the pistol again, serious but unstandard.

Everyone remembered that Qu Tong’s shots in the competitions were instantaneous, she hardly aimed at all, and this prompted even more anticipation for the third match.

The second shot scored eight rings, mediocre performance.

But Qu Tong was getting the feel of it, and quickly fired her third shot—ten rings.

"Madam is awesome!"

The atmosphere turned lively again as everyone started the second match.

The results were ideal. After getting used to it, Qu Tong was basically hitting the target every time.

Although they weren’t scoring by rings in the second match, Qu Tong consistently hit the center, and just as the soldiers had said earlier, she completely dominated.

Defeated convincingly, the group of soldiers praised her with genuine respect and sincerity.

The third event was the toughest one.

The training machine randomly ejected 20 clay targets, with the winner being the one who hit the most.

This required not only anticipation but also speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness in shooting; otherwise, missing just one could easily throw off the rhythm.

"Madam, you go first!"

Everyone was eagerly awaiting Qu Tong’s impressive performance, only to be stopped by Cheng Feng who extended a hand and said, "Aren’t you afraid that if Madam goes first, she might get discouraged and not dare to go at all?"

"True, haha, then I’ll go first."

Xuan Ping was the first to step up with a bold and vigorous posture, his operation fierce as a tiger, but when the score came out, it was only fifteen.

"Eh~" A sigh of disappointment arose from the crowd below.

"What’s with the eh? Maybe you can’t even do as well as me?" Xuan Ping said, head held high, as he casually walked back to the team.

As expected, everyone else’s scores hovered around 15.

Wen You hit 19, triumphantly taunting Cheng Feng, who only hit 18.

Just as Qu Tong was about to step forward, Cheng Feng, thinking that based on Qu Tong’s previous performance this would be no challenge at all, suggested, "How about we let Madam experience the Hell Level?"

"What’s the Hell Level?" Qu Tong raised her eyebrows.

"It’s the level that only we Generals can pass," said Cheng Feng with a smile in his eyes and hands rubbing together, as if ready to switch the mode to the hardest the moment Qu Tong agreed.

Qu Tong hesitated briefly before nodding.

Cheng Feng immediately changed the mode and then pointed at Xuan Ping, "Xuan Ping, step out and demonstrate for Madam."

Xuan Ping stepped out, "Report! I can’t do it!"

Cheng Feng pointed at another soldier, who spoke before Cheng Feng could say anything, "Report, I can’t either."

The other soldiers looked left and right, not taking up Cheng Feng’s cue at all.

They weren’t unaware of the difficulty of this event; practicing by themselves was one thing, but to perform so poorly in front of Madam would be an utter embarrassment.

Cheng Feng silently cursed his subordinates for not being competitive enough and turned his gaze towards Wen You’s team.

Wen You flashed a threatening smile, "Thanks for the invite, but no thanks!"

In the end, Cheng Feng could only grit his teeth and take the challenge himself.

Cheng Feng got into position and had Wen You click start for him.

The disc-launching machine’s distance increased, ejecting clay targets from three different directions in a chaotic manner. Within five seconds, all 20 targets were in the air; within ten seconds, they were all on the ground.

The sound of gunfire was intense and close together, 14 points.

Cheng Feng wiped his forehead, took a long breath, and was relieved to have performed beyond his usual level, not ending up with a single-digit score.

Then, he turned back to Qu Tong with a smile and said, "Madam, it’s your turn now."

Qu Tong was impressed; this was indeed challenging.

If not for the improvements made to Interstellar guns, she feared no one would be able to do it.

Qu Tong couldn’t help but take it seriously.

She asked Si Yuting for bullets to fill her magazine, precisely 20 rounds.

Qu Tong rolled up her sleeves and walked over to the designated shooting station, lifted her gun.

Si Yuting happened to be standing at the edge of the platform, and as he turned his head, he could see more clearly the sky-blue birthmark just beneath Qu Tong’s fair wrist than in the video he had seen last time.

It didn’t look like a tattoo, but more like a birthmark, half-covered by the light brain’s bracelet.

When Qu Tong raised her hand, her whole demeanor changed, her eyes focusing forward with determination and sharpness.

The sound of gunfire started and then ended, silence fell over the site for an instant before it erupted into intense cheers.

"Madam is invincible!"

"Madam is dominating!"

"Holy shit, Madam is incredible; she’s almost at the General’s level."

Si Yuting raised an eyebrow at Qu Tong’s score, 19 points, not bad at all.

It was hard to imagine that a young girl without professional training and without spiritual power could achieve this score.

Although his soldiers were all well-rounded and didn’t focus solely on this, they couldn’t compete with the special sniper squad of the Sixth Army Corps, but they still outperformed most people in terms of marksmanship.

Qu Tong was neither arrogant nor impatient, she turned around calmly and composed, meeting Si Yuting’s gaze, and passed back the gun, smiling slightly:

"Your Highness, I would like to see your shooting skills."