It is easy to shout it, but to do it... it must be tempered on the battlefield. The first time to kill, no matter ordinary people or outstanding soldiers, how can it be done easily? Killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for thousands of miles, maybe Yang Chen is the only one in the world.
This can be done by a pervert who has been through the test and believes that he should go to the 18th level of hell after his hands are stained with blood.
Sniper Group C No. 11 Wang Nan, who was hiding on an ancient branch overlooking the mountain camp, looked solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy. The slender barrel of the Type 88 semi-automatic sniper rifle moved bit by bit, and the crosshair in the scope moved across
With one rough and ferocious face after another, the captain Yang Chen said that if the poacher shoots first, Wang Nan will shoot immediately without waiting for orders, blowing two heads to seize the opportunity as a deterrent.
. . . . . . It’s so easy to say.
Wang Nan leaned against the main trunk of a big tree, stepped on the branches, squatted half-crouched and held the gun, his palms gradually sweating. He could hit the red heart of a target 200 meters away in a car traveling at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour. At the same distance of 200 meters, he could still hit the red target.
If you shoot a bullet into a fixed scope barrel, at a distance of fifty meters, you can use a pistol to tear a thin playing card from the side without missing a bullet.
However, it was the first time in his life to blow up a human head. How could he not be nervous? Soldiers are by no means born killing machines.
Bang!
The dull sound of the gunshot startled a flock of birds.
Zhao Sancai gritted his teeth and fired the first shot, not giving Yang Chen a chance to get close to talk in case a few words would disturb the "military morale". Boss Zhao took the lead, and the others subconsciously looked for hiding places and fired randomly. Yang Chen, Zhao Yang, and Wu Fei were three
The assault team composed of 10 people quickly hid behind a big tree. Where they had previously settled, dead branches and leaves were flying, and bullets were flying into the air.
"Sniper, what are you waiting for? Shoot!" Yang Chen held down the mini headset and roared. All twelve people in Group C heard this roar that was almost like steel. Wang Nan's sniper rifle remained silent, with his back
Yang Chen, who was leaning against the big tree, punched the trunk hard and called him a coward.
It's a good thing it's training and a good thing it's a mob. Otherwise, if you hesitate for a second or two, you may endanger others, yourself, and your comrades.
Yang Chen cursed a coward, and the Type 88 sniper rifle finally fired, but there was no direct headshot. The bullet pierced the big man's shoulder. The spiral bullet drilled out of the big man's shoulder and tore off a piece of muscle the size of his paw, leaving rotten meat and shreds.
The torn clothes seemed to be exploding, flying in all directions.
This is the horrific effect of barrel rifling.
In movies and TV shows, sniper rifles penetrate the human body and leave only two tiny bullet holes, which only reflects the ignorance of the director and the ignorance of the screenwriter.
The bloody scene did not satisfy Yang Chen. The guy who had experienced the bloody storm called him a coward again. Wang Nan on the branch was so scolded that he blushed and even couldn't help but want to retort: You can't stand and talk without pain, you have the ability.
Kill a few of them, show them to everyone, and let everyone learn from them.
"Listen, everyone in Group C. Today we will wipe out all these gangsters. No one will be left alive. Except for snipers, no one else is allowed to use guns. They will all use knives and hands. Whoever can't do it? Where did they come from? Go back! Tigers
The camp doesn't need losers and cowards!" After Yang Chen yelled, he raised his arm and pulled out the long knife from his back.
The long knife made of special steel glowed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Keep your eyes open and watch!" Yang Chen jumped out from behind the tree, not moving at all. He moved like a cunning rabbit, and his running route was weird. The speed at which a group of rabble-rousers turned their guns could not match his speed of movement.
The bullet was like a cutting line that was only half a step behind him. The fallen leaves, twigs and dried wormwood were cut open abruptly, which was shocking.
The members of Group C hidden in the jungle watched silently, their initial suspicion turning into surprise.
At the edge of the poacher's camp, two men holding shotguns watched Yang Chen approaching like a silent ghost. They hurriedly pulled the triggers. At a distance of about ten meters, the shotguns had the best killing range. Countless lead pellets intertwined to harvest.
In terms of human life, judging from ordinary people's eyes, Ye Zhengrong's chances of survival are slim.
However, Yang Chen was not an ordinary person. The two big men pointed their guns at him and pulled the triggers. He was running forward and was suddenly nailed to the ground in violation of the principle of inertia. Just one tenth of a second after the triggers of the two shotguns fell.
, his pinned body strangely flew three or four meters horizontally.
In the eyes of others in Group C, Yang Chen's movement trajectory was like a beautiful right angle, perfect and stunning, with almost no stagnation.
The two big men fired the bullets from the guns, and pulled the gun eagerly as if they hated their parents for having less hands. At this moment, Yang Chen, who looked like a tiger descending from the mountain, appeared in front of them, sweeping the swords in his hands. The two big men were shocked and exhausted.
I ran backwards with all my strength, but it was a pity that I was too slow.
The cold edge disappeared in a flash.
The moment the two burly bodies rose into the air, they became four pieces.
There is no mark on the sword, and the sky is stained with blood. Yang Chen keeps walking and kills towards the next target. His resolute face is like his heart, cold and ruthless. The scarlet blood splashing behind and the broken corpse falling into the dust seem to have nothing to do with him.
, a man who knows how to be gentle and romantic despite being surrounded by romance, and when he steps into the killing field, he is an out-and-out iron-blooded warrior.
"You bastards from Group C, what are you doing standing around, killing people!"
Yang Chen roared and jumped up, holding the knife in both hands and slashing down, extremely domineering. Zhao Sancai turned around in a hurry and was shocked. He could only hold up the AK47 and blocked it with all his strength. He knew a few country moves and had some brute force. Zhao Sancai thought that he
No matter how bad it is, he won't lose his life in one move.
But when the pure steel gun body collided with the blade, Zhao Sancai's heart sank suddenly, and he screamed in his heart... It's over!
Zhao Sancai was indeed finished. It was not only his heart that sank, but also the steel gun he was holding up. His dying struggle could not stop the knife in Yang Chen's hand, and... the five-and-a-half-centimeter-wide blade was completely engulfed in Zhao Sancai's neck, almost at the same time.
, Yang Chen landed on the ground, turned around, and drew the knife.
The movements done in one go were crisp and frightening.
What a big head soared into the sky. Zhao Sancai, who was fond of Xiang Yu, a tragic historical figure, had only one thought in his mind before he died... The overlord of Chu would never be reborn like this!
Zhao Sancai's head was missing, and a group of rough men were dumbfounded. They were generally low-educated and read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin". Most of them pondered the novel script to depict those fierce men who took the heads of generals out of a million soldiers.
Whether the violent incident was true or not, now that I have seen the ferocious Yang Chen, I no longer dare to doubt it.
The group was leaderless, and the only thing left to think about was to escape. At the same time, everyone in Group C was aroused by Yang Chen. They screamed, swung their swords and attacked the camp. Good men who are always preparing for the coming war, how can they not kill people?
Okay, several poachers who wanted to make a cold move were all shot in the head by sniper Wang Nan.
The tough men in the army who were selected into the Tiger Camp were really murderous. It was easier to surround and annihilate a group of poachers than to chop melons and vegetables. All fourteen of them were killed instantly.
A man's growth and maturity requires setbacks.
A qualified warrior needs the baptism of passion and blood.
The blood-red sunset fell behind the mountain, and a layer of haze enveloped the deep mountains and old forests. The coldness became stronger and the smell of blood filled the camp. Yang Chen ignored the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground and stared at the twelve people in Group C indifferently. For a long time, he nodded slightly. Today is the day.
Twelve people took the first step to become the warriors of the Republic. Bloody? Cruel?
Yang Chen didn't think so.
Killing those who deserve to be killed will lead to death because no one will be merciful to them.
The twelve people stared at the unmoving Yang Chen, their expressions and eyes were not full of doubts before. They admired and respected the strong, and no longer doubted whether the young captain in front of them had killed anyone. The scene just now had already given the answer, one or two
Teenagers can lead them because of their strength!
"Captain, do you need to bury them?"
Zhao Yang looked around at the messy camp and felt unbearable. Yang Chen slowly shook his head and said ruthlessly: "No need, the wild beasts in the mountains will clean this place in one night, not even the bones will be left."
