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Chapter 393: The leader who stabs in the back

Of course, an outsider would not know how difficult it was for Lieutenant Frank to make this decision.

But his men were all broken into cold sweats.

There is no other reason than the gun.

Although the Gallic Chicken's extrajudicial regiment is said to be very powerful in combat, and its paratroopers are also among the elite, after all, the landlords have run out of spare capacity in recent years. In terms of weapon updates and iterations, the Gallic Chicken is indeed not that generous.

It always feels like a bit of a fuss.

Although Lieutenant Frank's Mamba team is a special operations team, it has also been equipped with the expensive HK416FC short-barreled compact automatic rifle. However, the sniper rifle has not been updated yet, and they are still using the HK416FC short-barreled compact automatic rifle.

FR-F2 sniper rifle.

The FR-F2 sniper rifle is improved from the basic FR-F1 sniper rifle. The FR-FI was designed in the 1960s, and the FR-F2 also began to be used in 1984. It has been in service for more than thirty years so far.

The PLA's Type 85 sniper rifle is equipment of its generation.

Considering the current progress in firearms manufacturing technology, it is indeed time for the FR-F2 sniper rifle to be laid off.

Lieutenant Frank heard from his superiors that considering combat needs, new precision rifles and sniper rifles will be purchased in the near future to replace them. It will probably be a replacement from the SCAR gun series or a product from HK Company to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops.

But Frank knew very well that the words of his superiors could not be trusted.

The "near future" they are talking about may be one year, three years, or five years from now.

Anyway, there is no accurate number.

Although the FR-F2 sniper rifle he currently has in his hand is said to have an effective range of 800 meters, Frank doesn't know much about these guns.

Guns, like people, will age and wear out. Even if you get a new gun, the sniper standards of the 1980s are not the same as the high-precision sniper standards of today. For example, the famous Rolls-Royce of sniper rifles back then

The German-made PSG-1 sniper rifle is expensive and has outstanding performance, and its accuracy can reach within 1MOA.

As a sniper rifle back then, these parameters were really impressive. Unfortunately, they are no longer enough today. Sniper rifles that can shoot within 1MOA are all over the street. Not to mention those sniper rifles from old and famous manufacturers, even Li Zheng

The high-precision sniper in their hands, which was just issued and improved on the domestic CS/LR4 and has not yet received the final military model, is already able to penetrate within 0.5MOA.

Another problem is that although the FR-F2 is claimed to have an effective range of 800 meters, it is only used within 600 meters most of the time under various environmental factors and usage factors. There is no 100% confidence in the 800 meters range. For snipers

The requirements are extremely high.

And look at the left and right, the Mist team over there with the Eagle sauce baseball cap, they use the MK11-MOD0 sniper rifle (also known as the MK11-MOD0 semi-automatic sniper system). Although it is a semi-automatic sniper rifle, it is not a bolt-action type.

, but it is also improved on the basis of the SR-25 sniper rifle. The barrel part alone is 508 mm long. There are five right-hand riflings in the barrel, the lead is 280 mm, and it fires 7.62*51 mm NATO full-power ammunition.

The effective range is up to 1 km, and the accuracy can reach an astonishing 0.3MOA!

Looking at the PLA on the other end, Frank's frustration and sense of loss became even heavier.

Even for the great Eastern countries that were extremely poor back then, the new bolt-action sniper rifle in their hands was obviously not a bargain.

At least it's much better than the Type 85 they imitated SVD back then.

Sandwiched between these two great powers in the East and West, the Gauls felt a bit like the twilight of their empire, a feeling of loss and discomfort...

However, for the glory of Gaul and the reputation of being outside the law, Lieutenant Frank decided to use his highest sniper level to win the battle.

700 meters, okay, not 800 meters, that's the limit.

700 meters can be fought.

He looked around.

God bless.

Although it was a bit sunny today, at least it wasn't windy and it didn't rain.

Frank, who has been carrying out actual combat missions in Africa all year round, still feels a little sure.

At 700 meters, the three teams finally came to the same standard line again. The PLA team is still their old partners - Fatty Wei who always feels the need to urinate and Li Zheng who is a little weak but can still hold on. The sniper is

Hou Jun and Tong Zhi.

Over at the Gallic Chicken, there were only two people, Lieutenant Frank and Hook.

There were not many baseball caps, but there were also two groups. Captain Mist went into battle in person, accompanied by three bearded veterans.

"Frank!"

Mist shouted to his allies: "You come first or us?"

Then, he raised his chin slightly and looked over Frank's shoulder to look at Shen Jun in the distance.

"Or maybe friends from China came first?"

Shen Jun smiled and said, "Then let's do it first."

After saying that, Tong Zhi and Hou Jun lay down. Due to the distance, Zhang Jian and Jiang Cheng stepped forward to act as observers to provide assistance.

What follows is a series of operations: the observer obtains parameters, the sniper grasps the gun, stabilizes his mentality, adjusts the wind, adjusts the height and angle, observes the temperature, stabilizes his breathing, looks for opportunities, and finally presses the trigger...

The shooting range suddenly became silent.

Except for the sound of the breeze passing through the treetops.

Except for the occasional unknown chirping of insects and birds in the distance.

By the way, there is also the slightly heavy breathing of the people present and the heartbeat that only I can hear.

The world has quieted down.

All eyes were focused on Hou Jun and Tong Zhi.

Everyone has different ideas.

Some people are wondering, what kind of guns are those two? How do they perform?

Some people are wondering whether the Chinese can do it? Are they gambling with their lives? I heard that their soldiers don't take their lives seriously.

Some people are also thinking that if all the Chinese people have been hit, they have not been hit...

Bang——

Bang——

800 meters away.

A small hole was punched through the targets held by Li Zheng and Fatty Wei.

"Wow!"

Jiang Cheng was the first to applaud!

"all hit!"

In the distance, Fatty Wei let out a long sigh of relief, turned his head with a stiff neck and said to Li Zheng: "Grandma, it's so exciting!"

Nearby, Xia Zhiguo also secretly felt the stone in his heart falling to the ground.

Major Philips of Camp H, who had been watching the battle behind him, couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Xia! Your people are so awesome!"

Alfonso's face looked very ugly.

He knew that as soon as the people on the other side of the reverse queue passed the test, it would be the turn of his subordinates or the baseball caps next.

He had the urge to go over and persuade Lieutenant Frank to give up pulling him down.

Anyway, we can raise the white flag all year round, so what if we give up the "exchange" now? What's more, this is an "exchange" that is not announced to the public. It is a closed-door contest. In the future, no one will know what happened here, as long as you pretend that it didn't happen.

If so, it can be treated as if it never happened.

However, being shameless can't stand up to a pig teammate's stabbing in both sides - or the kind of stabbing in the back.

"Hey! Frank! Did you see it! The Chinese actually hit it! You won't lose to them, right? They don't have much actual combat experience, but you are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles!"

At that moment, both Frank and Alfonso had the urge to shoot Mist, the big-mouthed bearded man, directly with their guns.

"Damn Hawk-chan!"

They both cursed in their hearts at the same time.

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