Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 404 700 meters, follow or not?
This time, the Gallic chickens and the baseball caps stopped making noise, and the guns didn't fire. Everyone's eyes were turned towards the quick reverse row.

Lieutenant Frank made a gesture towards Mister, and gestured again.

"Are they crazy?"

Mist also spread his hands with a smile.

"Crazy together."

Hook asked Frank: "Lieutenant, shall we follow?"

Lieutenant Frank couldn't answer for a while, his heart wavered from side to side, so he frowned and said, "Look first."

The two sides that showed off the most just now finally stopped for a while.

All the audience's attention was on Shen Jun and his quick reverse platoon.

Colonel Alfonso is a little regretful now. He feels that he should not have listened to Frank's instigation and invited people from the Chinese peacekeeping camp to come here to "school guns."

But he just couldn't help his curiosity.

In the previous attack on the ticket guards of country W, the Huaxia battalion arrived first and defeated the attackers in less than 10 minutes, which made the belated Gaul very upset.

Although they took care of the militants in the end, after all, they didn't solve the crisis. Apart from unhappiness, the rest is curiosity.

Frank told him that there were special forces among the members of the guard unit in the Chinese battalion.

Alfonso asked how he was sure, and he said he smelled the special forces.

As the overlord of Country L, Alfonso felt that Gaul's halo had been dimmed a lot for such an awesome force appearing on his territory. What's more, the Chinese special forces have always won very good results in the international special forces competitions these years. The results, and the extrajudicial elite paratroopers have not participated in these competitions, so they are quite unfamiliar with the special forces of this eastern power.

Now that we have met, why not try it out?
This is Colonel Alfonso's most original idea. As for communication and friendship, they are all incidental things.

That's why there was this "school gun" exchange.

But now, the three parties are all betting heavily on the opponents on the poker table.

Then, the bigger the bet, the bigger the bet, is it acceptable?

If you don't bet, why did you come here to mix in the first place?It's better not to be ashamed.

As the organizer, Colonel Alfonso was afraid that something would go wrong, so it would be difficult to explain.

"Colonel Xia, isn't it too risky for you to travel such a long distance?"

He couldn't help but advise Xia Zhiguo.

"I think 400 meters is enough."

Xia Zhiguo said: "I trust my subordinates, if they think it's okay, as a commander I have no reason to think it's not."

Colonel Alfonso had nothing to say.

The matter was provoked by myself, whether it will end now, or how it will end, it seems that what I say doesn't count.

He felt powerless.

bah—

bah—

Hou Jun, lying on the shooting ground, fired.

600 meters away, a bullet hole appeared in the center of the head target on the right side of Fatty Wei, and a cloud of mud and dust splashed on the ridge behind him.

Fatty Wei felt that his cold sweat was breaking out.

Previously his farthest trusted shooting distance was 500 meters.

600 meters, this is the first attempt.

There is a first time for everything.

But this first taste was a bit too sour.

But Fatty Wei is a person with a great sense of honor, and he can't urinate in front of others even if he urinates in his pants.

How can he be cowardly when he yells "Fack" one by one in his baseball cap and shows his big white teeth?
So, he raised his scissors hands, gestured a victory finger, and bared his white teeth.

Li Zheng's opponent is Tong Zhi.

Li Zheng was calm.

There was only a moment when the bullet penetrated the target, and I felt my hands tremble, and my eyebrows raised slightly.

Without even turning his head, he glanced at the target out of the corner of his eye.

Tong Zhi's marksmanship is also very accurate, there is a hole in the head target.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and gestured a pair of scissors toward the baseball caps.

In the distance, the baseball caps and Gallic chickens holding binoculars to observe the shooting results all showed surprised expressions.

Hook couldn't help but said: "Lieutenant, they seem to be okay."

Lieutenant Frank put down his binoculars, his expression was not very good, as if he had been smeared with shit.

Hook asked again: "Then shall we increase the distance?"

Before Frank answered, the baseball cap over there was increased first.

Captain Mister waved his hand, and his subordinates cheered and retreated to a distance of 700 meters.

Colonel Alfonso couldn't sit still anymore, and went up to negotiate with Mister.

"Lieutenant, this is not your playground. I know you guys are all ruthless characters who are desperate for their lives, but this is my territory. I don't want to see some of your idiots get their heads turned like watermelons by a sniper bullet." Explode!"

Mist looked at Alfonso and said calmly: "Colonel, first of all, I have to explain one thing, I am not under your jurisdiction, and secondly, who called me yesterday and asked me if I am interested in coming to observe PLA's special forces level? Are you interested in competing with them? Who is it? Huh?"

The barrage of questions left Colonel Alfonso speechless.

It is said that the two parties are in an alliance. For a long time, the elite paratrooper unit outside the law has had a close cooperative relationship with this undisclosed unit from Yingjiang. Although Africa is Gaul’s traditional sphere of influence, but now A feathered phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. In terms of global intelligence and monitoring capabilities, his country is indeed in decline. Without the help of Eagle Sauce, the operation to assist the government forces of country L in the counterattack would not have been so smooth.

Although the Mister in front of me is only a captain, but when it comes to decision-making power, he is no less than himself, even they are maverick existences that are not subject to control, and his superiors tolerate them everywhere, which makes Ah Colonel Fonso was very weak.

He could only turn around and leave angrily, and he could only walk all the way, cursing Mister and his men as a group of barbarians—as a declining Gaul France, he could only do nothing in front of the mighty Eagle Sauce. That's all.

700 m.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Lieutenant Frank's forehead.

He would have liked to raise, but now he has an embarrassing problem and is indecisive.

But Mister yelled at him from the other end: "Hey! Frank, are you still planning to stay there? Why don't you come to 700 meters and try?"

For Mister's "enthusiastic" invitation, Frank wanted to pounce on the grandson and punch him.

What was thought to be an ally is now the guru of stabbing.

700 m.

To follow or not to follow? !

This is a deadly question.

He couldn't help looking at Shen Jun and his fast-reverse platoon.

At least the Huaxia people are still at a distance of 600 meters. If they don't follow, they don't have to follow.

After all, a trust shot at a distance of 600 meters requires a very stable mentality, not just excellent sniper skills.

However, the development of things quickly put Frank on the fire again, because he saw the people of the Huaxia Peacekeeping Battalion move again after finishing a group of alternating trust sniping.

Like Ying Jiang, they moved their shooting ground to a distance of 700 meters.

Now, only the paratroopers of the Gallic Chicken still stay 400 meters in place.

This almost doubled the distance made Frank feel greatly insulted.

"Let's go 700 meters too!"

He gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

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