Li Long went up in the third pair. The first pair's shooting score was three to two.
The militiaman on the south side knocked down three targets, while the one on the north side knocked down two. The man on the north side looked a little dejected and unwilling to accept it. After all, he had lost by just one target.
But there was nothing to be done about it. Those were the rules, and they weren't particularly harsh.
The second pair's score was one to four. The man on the north side knocked down a target with his first shot. The man on the south reacted quickly and fired straight at the last target, but when he shifted his rifle to shoot a second target, he missed. The man on the north side took down all the remaining targets, one shot apiece.
The man on the north side swept through four targets. Had the southern militiaman not reacted quickly and adjusted his strategy in time, he probably would have been shut out.
When Li Long's turn came, Xu Chengjun specifically offered him a few words so he wouldn't feel too much pressure:
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I took second, Daqiang took third, and Old Ox took fourth. Just treat it as a bit of fun. This competition's a little unnerving. I never competed in anything like it even in the army. Those bullets feel like they're flying right over your head, so of course there's pressure. Don't let it weigh on you. Just shoot and have fun. If we hadn't already entered you, I'd actually quite like to have a go myself. I'd like to experience bullets flying over my head too. I never got a turn to go to the front when I was in