global sniper

Chapter 34 Fakes
Aunt did not pick up.

Teaching, whether you are interested is one aspect, but whether you should teach is the key.

These two people currently know that one is a compatriot and a soldier, and the other is a blue-eyed local. They don't know what they do, what they look like, what their surnames are, and they don't even know their code names. Never mind.

As for Sapphire, it's obviously not a name or a code name, such an obvious feature, but that code name is asking for trouble.

Eyes like sapphires...

The aunt put down her backpack silently, curling her lips secretly.

But the little girl looked back at her aunt, as if she was thinking about what this person could teach her, or whether she should learn the same thing. After a while, she looked away, spread the army blanket, and pulled the camouflage cloth to look at Han Lang.

"Aunt." Han Lang also handed him a blanket, "You've been fighting for half the night, sleep first, and replace me after dawn, it's fine if we leave in the afternoon or take a rest, do you need something to eat first?"

"Have it?"

Big Mom reached out to take the blanket and asked.

I should have thought of this a long time ago. During the fierce battle, I’m afraid I can’t even take care of drinking water, but Han Lang didn’t feel embarrassed. Hearing this, he opened his backpack, took out the 07 military rations, and handed it to the aunt, saying, “Maybe you like this.” .”

"There is this!"

Auntie was a little shocked. She turned it over and over again, pierced and tore it open, took out a piece of biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth, and said, "It's this taste... I haven't tasted it for several years..."

"There are still two packs in the car, and you can savor them later." Han Lang said as he handed him the water bottle, then took out another pack and tore it open, "Sapphire, eat something before going to sleep, or you will wake up hungry later." .”

Hearing this, the little girl put down the camouflage cloth, bent over to open the backpack containing her belongings, took out two lunch boxes and handed them to Han Lang.

Han Lang poured some water for her, took out the compressed biscuits and soaked them himself, passed the rest to him, sat down, and waited for the soaking.

The little girl took a sip of water from the lunch box, took the remaining biscuits, ate the kelp and beef, and finished eating before Hanlang's compressed biscuits were soaked. She dug a hole on the ground and buried the packaging bag, put away the lunch box and lay down on the blanket, soon, there was a slight snoring sound.

The aunt ate silently, from the beginning of swallowing and chewing the biscuits, to savoring them carefully, there has been no movement.It seems that it is really aftertaste.

Han Lang ate silently, swallowed the paste in a few mouthfuls, rinsed the lunch box and drank it, and picked up the heavy gun to be vigilant.

He had to be vigilant under that bulge so that he could see his surroundings clearly.

As soon as he moved, the aunt said leisurely: "What boxing did you practice?"

"The foundation is Bajiquan." Han Lang paused and said.

"Brutal, sharp, fiercer than muay thai."

The aunt looked up at Han Lang, swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "It seems that you are aggressive."

After finishing speaking, he put down the packing bag in his hand, paused, and dug a hole casually and said: "I have learned more complicated things. I went to Songshan Mountain when I was a child. It's not like a sports school. I didn't learn performance routines. I learned from the monks on the mountain. Yes, Songshan, who left at the age of 12, learned the 36-way grappling hand from his master until he entered the army."

"Oh?"

Han Lang became interested when he heard the words, and said: "I'm a family member. The grandpa was born in the East China Sea. He crossed the Guandong to Songjiang. At that time, his hometown was at the foot of Longtan Temple in Linxi. He also learned the legs of the pool. The elders said that it was very authentic. "

"It's actually authentic..." The aunt said while covering the packaging bag with sand, "I haven't seen an authentic pool leg in these years, but I have seen it in Bajiquan."

Han Lang heard that he wanted to make gestures, and he also wanted to see what it was like to be an authentic ancient martial arts successor who had practiced martial arts since childhood.

At school, he was strictly forbidden by his family to participate in any martial arts competitions, because what he learned was not athletics or performance routines, but killing people. When he was in the army, he had never encountered authentic ancient martial arts backgrounds. He was exposed to Sanda or Taekwondo. And so on, I have also been exposed to foreign Krav Maga techniques, including the ground lying technique that is mostly competitive and also useful in actual combat.

When I heard that my aunt was from Guwu, I was also very interested.

"Would you like to make gestures?"

Han Lang put down his weight as he spoke.

"Come on."

Big Mom was also interested, so Teng stood up.

The two came as soon as they said they were talking, and quickly put their bodies on the ground in pieces. First, they observed the surroundings, and then they left the resting place and stood three to forty meters away.

Han Lang paused for a moment, and took the lead in attacking, walking with his feet on the ground, like wading through water. As the aunt swayed from side to side, he sprang up and hit his chest with his headgear and knees bent.

The aunt knew that she couldn't retreat, once she retreated, the opponent's knees would spread out, and she would still have to resist when she kicked, and she might be annihilated under the attack of the opponent's body.

Seeing that the other party was approaching menacingly, with a flick of his fingers, he moved away from the front and grabbed Han Lang's elbow.

Han Langfei bumped into his body and twisted, his body in the air rolled suddenly, and he kicked towards the aunt's neck.

Good to come!
The aunt yelled secretly, her body tilted, her bent fingers closed into a fist in an instant, the knuckles of her middle finger protruded, and she punched the Yinlingquan acupoint on the inside of Han Lang's knee.

At the same time, the fingers of the left hand are still hooked, ready to control the opponent's joints at any time.

In battle, flying in the air is a big taboo, and in fighting, it is generally not rootless.

But Han Lang learned Bajiquan, its ferocity lies in its many changes, and every part of the body is a sharp weapon.

The moment the opponent made a response, the sweeping kick, which was originally a false move, could change instantly from a smooth attack to a real move. Without waiting for the approach, he bent his knees and retracted. On the ground, his body was thrown up violently, like a cobra's head, his elbows were erected, and he slammed fiercely at the aunt.

Aunt didn't expect Han Lang to change so quickly, she made a wrong step, kicked up the dust and took half a step back.

With this retreat, he lost his chance, Han Lang didn't get his elbow firmly, so he leaned over and threw himself to protect the side of his head, and bumped his shoulder towards the aunt.

Aunt's eyes went blank, she pushed a palm on Han Lang's shoulder, and with a flick of the other hand, at the moment her upper body swayed, she grabbed the elbow of Han Lang's headgear.

How could Han Lang let him get what he wanted? He stretched out his arms, slashed at his neck with his palm, and shoveled at the upper part of his ankle with his foot.

As long as the kick is solid, even if you have practiced, your body will lose balance, and if you keep breaking, you will be killed by the next attack.

The aunt reacted quickly, also shoveling low, her feet came first, and they slammed into each other.

This time, the strength was not small, the attack of both of them was interrupted, and they had to take half a step back.

Feeling the faint numbness of the soles of her feet, the aunt was secretly startled, but her enthusiasm was high and her fighting spirit was strong.

Unexpectedly, before he moved, Han Lang took half a step back and said: "Come here first, this will not be suitable for gestures."

The aunt paused, looking at Han Lang who had already seen his face clearly under the dim light of the sky, and seeing that he was not looking at her, she turned her head to look.

When you see it, stand up immediately.

The little girl is standing there watching with the M1911 in her hand. It seems that she can't lock it, and she is hesitating whether to raise the gun.

Han Lang obviously saw the little girl, and was worried that he would shoot again if she was provoked.

Han Lang moved his shoulders, gave a thumbs up and shook it, and said as he walked back, "Auntie, you are really from Guwu."

"Brother, you are much better than the Bajiquan I have been exposed to."

The aunt followed up and said: "The volley can still change continuously, and even get close without giving a chance to get rid of it. It's amazing."

"Isn't that what you expected?"

Han Lang said as he walked, "I've heard of grappling hands, which are actually called joint skills. They specialize in controlling joints, and can accurately hit acupoints. Close body is what you are best at."

"That's true, I also need to get close." The aunt didn't deny it, "However, it seems difficult to control your joints."

"There is a chance to make good gestures." After Han Lang finished speaking, he pressed his throat microphone and said, "Sapphire, release the alert."

At this moment, the little girl seemed to understand that the two were not fighting, and glanced sideways at the aunt who was following Han Lang, then put away the pistol, turned around and returned to the sleeping position, sat down, hugged her knees and watched the two approach.

Han Lang picked up the helmet on the ground and buttoned it, put away the general knife and the pistol, and glanced at the aunt's pistol.

It was an export-oriented Type 92. It didn't look very new, but it was definitely not the Type 92 at home, so he could still tell.

"Sapphire, go to bed first." Han Lang buckled the pistol, put the M14 on his back, sat down without looking at the little girl, and took out the ring he seized last night.

Seeing that the little girl didn't make trouble, the aunt obediently lay down and put on the camouflage cloth, looked away, buckled the pistol, turned around and came to the guard position, pulled the camouflage cloth cover, and didn't go to sleep.

After Han Lang took out the ring, he narrowed his eyes, and then took out the one that the skinny monkey was clutching.

After a comparison, he understood.

The rings I got in the end were very similar. It can be said that the basic shape and design concept are the same, but the difference lies in the craftsmanship.

The carving in the hands of the thin monkey is exquisite, the ball pattern is exquisite, and the snake scales are clearly distinguishable, looking lifelike; and the two pieces he got later are only in the shape of a snake, and they are also biting a ball, but no matter the pattern or the snake scales, It's all blurry, like a fake.

How could it be different...

Han Lang compared them carefully, and after confirming that the ideas were the same, he became confused.

Is this still graded?

Thoughts are spinning in my mind, this is the only explanation.

Perhaps, the iron scorpion mercenary group is also divided into levels, with a higher level of exquisiteness, and those people last night, a lower level, although they seem to be well-trained and strong.

After pondering silently for a moment, he turned his head and looked at the aunt in charge of security, put away the ring, and whispered: "Auntie, go to sleep, I will be on duty first."

"I can't sleep anymore." The aunt replied without looking back.

Indeed, even though the battle between the two of them was short just now, the enthusiasm hasn't subsided, how could they be able to sleep?

"Then let's talk about the Iron Scorpion Mercenary Group." Han Lang didn't feel sleepy, got up and sat next to the aunt, and said: "My name is Xiaoying, please tell me the details of the conflict between the Iron Scorpion Mercenary Group and you Bar."

The aunt turned her head and glanced at Han Lang beside her, stretched her neck and said, "The Iron Scorpion mercenary group has a good reputation in the circle besides being a bit domineering. When they said that we accidentally injured them, they were actually making excuses. Annex our Heavenly Fire..."

so...

After listening silently for a while, Han Lang understood, and understood the reason why the two sides fought...

(End of this chapter)