war contractor

Chapter 142 The Secret of Success (Fourth)

"I'm not crazy! Lewis, you still think about money now, are you crazy?"

After Mike finished speaking, he cried out in pain. He bit the hemostatic bandage with his teeth and stuck it on his shoulder. After the pain passed, he continued to speak slowly: "If you have money, you have to spend your life!"

After speaking, Mike stopped talking to Lewis, opened a car door, took a deep breath, endured the pain, and continued to move forward. There is a small town [-] kilometers ahead, and there is a doctor there. There, you can get medical treatment yourself!
Mike drove the car, stepping on the accelerator, and fled towards the distance, with a look of determination on his face. The accelerator has not been released, but the road here is an African road. After Mike drove for about ten kilometers, the vehicle suddenly stopped. The car overturned, and after rolling twice in place, it finally rolled over to the side of the road.

After Lewis saw Mike hang up the phone, he was a little annoyed, his eyes were full of viciousness, and he began to mutter involuntarily: "Damn guy, you betrayed us, when I get rid of this group of people, I must Kill you, kill you!" After finishing speaking, the eyes of the whole person were full of tyranny, like a ferocious beast that lost its reason.

Lewis was waiting, waiting for the target to be careless, waiting for the target to show its flaws. When he saw someone cleaning the battlefield, he was less than ten meters away from him, and he didn't do anything. He knew that he could replace at most one person. What they escort blows up.

When Lewis saw Yu Zhiqian and others gathered together, he resisted not to make a move, because he sensed the danger, and always felt that someone was looking for him, and he knew that if he made a move, he would be finished.

When Lewis saw Yu Zhigan sending people out to look for the driver, he was still enduring it, his blood red eyes were about to burst, but he was still preparing, waiting for a fatal blow, but he hadn't found it yet.

"We must blow up these things, we must kill this group of people!" Lewis kept reminding himself, when he saw the rest of the people putting away their weapons and inspecting the armored vehicles they blew up, he knew his chance was coming. up.

"It's now!" Lewis stood up from the grass in an instant, with the RPG in his hand on his shoulder, and aimed at the truck, but then he heard two gunshots.

Lewis was shot twice in the body, dangling, and slowly fell to the ground. Before he died, Lewis still pulled the trigger, and the RPG rocket was also fired, but at this time his warhead was not aimed at the truck, but at the truck. is the sky.

Yu Zhiqian is also waiting, he knows that there is still an enemy who is not dead, this is not the time to take it lightly, an enemy hidden in the dark is the most terrifying, just like the armored vehicle was killed directly in the first sneak attack .

"Damn it, it's finally out!" After Yu Zhiqian killed Lewis, he pulled the bolt of his gun and reloaded the bullet, and jumped off the truck directly. After waiting for so long, it was finally not in vain. Yu Zhiqian was worried about this. The guy took advantage of his vehicle to start his hands.

Han Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, holding his gun, leaning on the tire, and looking at Yu Zhiqian: "Captain Yu, is this Mosin Nagant the sniper rifle you use?"

Yu Zhigan nodded: "Well, the Finnish version, I think it's very useful!"

"Are you really using it as a sniper rifle?"

"Of course, you can see that I am quite accurate!"

"But this gun has a short range!"

Yu Zhiqian froze for a moment, then looked at Han Cheng: "Does the sniper rifle have to hit far?"

Then Yu Zhiqian shook his head: "You are a sniper, you should know that the most important thing about a sniper rifle is accuracy. In modern warfare, how many people use guns to fight the enemy at a distance of 400 meters? As long as this gun is 400 meters away There is no problem with the accuracy within, so there is no problem, see that stone on the opposite hillside?"

Han Cheng took the binoculars and followed Yu Zhiqian's eyes to look at it. It was a little square-shaped stone at the bottom of the hillside! "

"Which one!" After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, he immediately raised his gun and fired. It took less than two seconds to aim and shoot. Han Cheng's binoculars clearly saw that the bullet hit the rock on the opposite mountain without any obstacles.

"Accuracy is more important than anything else. No matter what kind of gun, if you need to aim for a minute or two before shooting, this gun is also useless. Fighters are fleeting on the battlefield, just like the guy with the RPG who attacked us just now , if you give him one more second, he might hit our truck with a rocket! What do you think?"

Han Cheng nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Yu Zhiqian: "Captain Yu, how did you develop your marksmanship?"

While talking, he imitated Yu Zhiqian's movements, raising the gun, aiming, and shooting, but when he looked at the target through the scope, he shook his head. In such a short time, he could only roughly find the position, and even the crosshairs None of them aimed at the opposite stone, and the bullet was far away.

Yu Zhiqian took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and looked at Han Cheng: "Read more books, read more newspapers, eat less fried food and sleep more!"

"what?"

"Hahaha, just kidding, there is actually only one way to practice this kind of marksmanship, which is to feed it with bullets. After you shoot [-] rounds of bullets, you will find that your ability will improve a lot. There is no way, They were fed with bullets!"

"Then how many bullets did you fire?"

Yu Zhiqian thought about it for a while, but he really didn't know how many bullets he had fired. After he entered the training ground for a week, he felt that his arms were no longer his own. After thinking about it, he finally Shaking his head: "I don't remember! Maybe tens of thousands of posts, maybe 10,000+ posts!"

Han Cheng thought about the bullets he had shot since he was a soldier, and shook his head silently. He couldn't be offended. In the past, when he was in the recruit company, he rarely shot targets. Wanfa, Yu Zhiqian can't even remember how many shots he has fired, so it seems that the gap between himself and others is not unfair at all.

"Then besides these, what shortcuts are there?" Han Cheng stared at Yu Zhiqian seriously, and there were not many opportunities to learn from the boss.

Yu Zhiqian touched his chin and thought for a while, then looked at Han Cheng in front of him: "I said, you young people, what are you thinking about all day long?"

"Shortcuts? What shortcuts are there? If you want to succeed, you need to put in a hundred times more effort than others, so that you can succeed. Of course, you have to choose the right things, or you will get twice the result with half the effort. Young people should know it down-to-earth!"

(End of this chapter)