In fact, when Hughes fired, everyone watching was not looking at whether the target hit or not, but they were all staring at Hook, the man holding the target.
It was to see if Hooker fell.
Hook didn't fall, even if he didn't hit the target, it's still something to be happy about.
If Hook falls...
fine.
Hooker did not fall.
Two seconds after the gunfire, enthusiastic cheers finally broke out.
Then someone saw in the telescope that Hooker raised his middle finger of victory and jabbed it toward the sky, and the baseball caps burst into cheers again.
"Oh! What a great shot!"
"Well done, Hughes!"
"Hugh Yins, you son of a bitch really has your wits about you!"
Come back and stay silent here.
Shen Jun started to feel a little worried.
After all, Hughes fired first, and it looked like he hit.
This has created psychological pressure on Li Zheng.
He had never had any doubts about Li Zheng's marksmanship, but psychologically he didn't know how much pressure-bearing ability this boy who had just been promoted from private to private had yet to change his military rank.
He asked Tong Zhi: "How is Li Zhengping's psychological quality?"
Tong Zhi said: "No problem, I'm a natural sniper."
"That's good..." Shen Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could finish breathing, he heard the sound of gunshots.
Bang——
"grass!"
He cursed secretly that while he was talking to Tong Zhi, he forgot to take a telescope to observe.
So he immediately raised his telescope.
He saw Hou Jun in the distance.
I quickly looked up and down, but there seemed to be no sign of being shot.
"It seems...it's okay..."
But he couldn't be sure whether he hit the target.
After a while, he saw Hou Jun in the distance holding up a target, swinging in an arc from left to right.
This action is one of the target words reported in the shooting training assessment, which means "hit 10 rings."
"bingo?"
Shen Jun's eyes lit up.
Tong Zhi, who was next to him, saw clearly and answered him definitely: "I hit!"
Shen Jun couldn't bear it any longer, rushed over, hugged Li Zheng, who had just stood up after turning off the safety insurance, and gave him a hard shake.
"You brat! Come to my unit! As long as you agree when you go back, I will ask our brigade commander to mobilize you personally!"
"Get out of here!" Tong Zhi hurried over to protect him: "You're poaching even our brigade? Why don't you look at where I came from?"
Shen Jun laughed and said: "I forgot all of a sudden... Hahahaha! Old squad leader, you were poached by them. It makes sense for me to dig one back. If you lend a hen, the eggs it lays should be given away."
The original owner is one, right?”
This sounds reasonable...
Tong Zhi was unable to refute all of a sudden, and could only curse again: "Get out of here! Those are not eggs laid by my hen, the hen is over there——"
As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of Hou Jun.
The targets of both Hu Yins and Li Zheng were quickly sent back.
After looking at the target, Mist stroked his beard and became silent.
Hook was cursing there: "Farke, you son of a bitch, Hughes, you almost took one of my arms! Next time you play such a deadly game, find someone else! Give me money! Give me some."
Money calms my frightened heart!”
The reason why he was so excited was because although the bullet fired by Hughes also hit the target, it hit the shoulder of the head target.
Hook's hand holding the target was less than 20 centimeters away from the bullet hole.
In Hook's words, I can fucking feel the burning heat caused by the passing warhead!
This has nothing to do with Hughes's marksmanship, but everything to do with Hughes and his partner, the observer.
It is the effect of counter-crossing wind.
Although it was short-lived, and although the intensity was not high, it also produced a slight deviation.
In normal training, this deviation may not be a big deal, after all, it can be regarded as hitting the target.
But when playing a thrilling game like 1000-meter trust shooting, even a centimeter difference can kill you.
That's why Hook was there blabbing and cursing.
On the other hand, the situation on Li Zheng's side is completely different.
Li Zheng's bullet hole was at the head of the target, a little to the lower left.
Mist estimated the deviation at a glance, which was about 5 centimeters.
Amazing accuracy!
In other words, even if a gangster holds a hostage at a distance of 1,000 meters, Li Zheng is capable of killing him as long as half of his head is exposed.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Li Zheng again.
Really a private?
Have all Chinese people become spirits?
He used to know that the Chinese special forces soldier was also a lunatic tough guy, but that guy was a member of the national-level special forces, but the one in front of him was a quick counterattack recruit from the peacekeeping battalion.
He couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he asked Li Zheng: "Are you really a private?"
Li Zhengshan smiled and said: "Actually, it doesn't count!"
Mist grinned: "Sure enough, I knew you wouldn't be a recruit."
Li Zheng said: "I have been a soldier for one year and three months. In fact, I have just been promoted to a first-class private. However, because I am abroad, I have not received a new military rank for the time being, so I am still considered half a private."
Mist's smile froze.
this……
There is really not much difference between a first class soldier who has served one year and three months and a private soldier who has served one year.
He was a little speechless.
So he couldn't help but ask Li Zheng again: "Can you tell me who we lost to today?"
Li Zheng said: "My name is Li Zheng."
Mist said: "I want to know which army you are from."
Li Zheng said: "The Chinese peacekeeping battalion will be mobilized as soon as possible."
Mist: "...I'm asking, was the designation of your original unit a special forces unit?"
Li Zheng laughed even harder: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Mist wasn't annoyed at all, but instead burst into laughter.
Li Zheng said: "Then tell me, which special operations unit do you belong to? Delta? Seal Six? Or CIA?"
Mist followed Li Zheng's tone and replied: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Li Zheng also burst out laughing.
Mister said: "Do Chinese soldiers speak English as well as you do?"
Li Zheng said: "It's almost the same, I have a lighter accent."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mist suddenly said in Chinese: "Do you hear my strong Chinese accent?"
Li Zheng was startled.
Mister's Chinese sounds really pure. Although he cannot speak 100% standard Mandarin, he is still 80-90% proficient in it, which is more standard than the Mandarin spoken by many people in remote areas.
Li Zheng asked in surprise: "Do you know Chinese?"
Mist nodded: "Understand a little."
Li Zheng suddenly laughed maliciously: "Learn this, do you want to deal with us?"
Mist shook his head: "You can't say that. Don't you have an old saying - know yourself and know your enemy?"
Li Zheng said: "Then it would be even more malicious."
Mist straightened his expression and said seriously: "Actually, a friend of mine taught me, but I can't tell you who he is."
Li Zheng also said: "My English was also taught to me by one of my teachers, but I can't tell you who he is."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hughes is here.
He saw Li Zheng's target.
At this time, Xiu Yins' face was ashen, but he still extended his hand generously: "Li, I admire your marksmanship very much. You are a sniper genius."
Li Zheng said: "Actually, you didn't pay attention to the counter-crosswind 700 meters away when you fired, right?"
Hughes was startled for a moment, then nodded: "I was careless."
Then he said: "Once again, you are a respectable soldier, Li."
The two shook hands again.
At this time, the most neglected fan was the Gallic paratrooper.
They are also the most lonely ones...
Neither Alfonso nor Frank expected this ending.
They organized the bureau, and in the end Yingjiang and the Chinese people said good things to each other there, but their hosts...
Was completely left out.
Frank finally didn't follow.
Stopped at 700 meters.
Maybe he also knew it was a wise decision.
If you push hard, your own men will be injured.
not worth it.
The lunch that day was very sumptuous, and Colonel Alfonso was very sincere.
That day was also the most filling lunch Li Zheng had ever had in country L. Instead of eating food, he was filled with drinks.
He suddenly discovered that he really liked this atmosphere.
This kind of environment with comrades beside me, this kind of competition and communication with soldiers from various countries.
Blood, firearms, thrills, excitement, strength and collision...
That's a taste you can't try in school.
Not many people knew about the competition with the Eagle Baseball Cap Team, and the scope was limited to the few peacekeeping battalions at the scene that day and the people from the Baseball Cap Team.
Although it was occasionally mentioned secretly after that, no one mentioned it openly.
Li Zheng didn't know why, and he didn't want to know why. Maybe it was because this kind of thing was not worth beating gongs and drums everywhere to publicize it. Maybe Colonel Alfonso felt that this matter brought disgrace to his face. Maybe no one wanted to let him know.
The Gauls were embarrassed. After that day, nothing seemed to have happened and nothing had changed much.
But after that day, the attitude of the Gauls towards the people in the Chinese peacekeeping camp became much better.
Nothing has changed, but some things are gradually changing.
Li Zheng and his comrades gradually became aware of many things.