The Zhang brothers have been militia members for over three years. They regularly patrol in the village with rifles, hunting wild chickens and rabbits. With enough practice, their marksmanship is indeed decent. They might not hit the bullseye every time, but they are confident in hitting the eighth ring on a static target.
"Pah, a bunch of old-timers bragging about their skills. If it were me, I'd be embarrassed to make a sound if I didn't hit five tens." As soon as Li Qingqun said this, Ling Chengyan almost burst into laughter.
She raised her hand and gave the cocky young lad a playful slap, teasingly scolding him, "Veterans have rich experience worth our humble learning. Don't judge the whole sack of grains just because you spot one bad apple."
Li Qingqun realized that his words were too broad, affecting everyone. He quickly clasped his hands together, asking for forgiveness from the surrounding veterans, "I wasn't talking about you guys, just can't stand those few..."
