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Chapter three hundred and ninety-two on the march

"From a distance of one kilometer, you really can't see anything."

Chujiu muttered unhappily. Originally, she wanted to see how those bad guys were dealt with.

Wan Li slapped Chujiu on the forehead. What was there to see? There would be a shadow in his heart. A living person was killed in an instant. Everyone in the reconnaissance company had received psychological counseling at the beginning. Who hasn't had nightmares?

Zhang Xuan also turned around and explained to Chujiu that this position is to ensure our safety, and the enemy's weapons have a range of 500 meters.

"Wouldn't it be enough to spread out five hundred meters? Why do we need one kilometer?"

If Chujiu needed support 500 meters away with a drooping face, he could arrive quickly. If other changes occurred on the battlefield, he could also quickly discover them.

"Little Chief, the five hundred meters mentioned is the effective range, which does not mean it is absolutely safe."

And Xiao Jiang, who had finished checking the equipment, smiled and helped install the silencer device on the submachine gun carried by Chujiu. However, being shot from a distance of 500 meters may not necessarily cause serious injuries. The flight distance of the bullet is actually more than 600 meters.

Chujiu curled his lips in disbelief. What if there were baby spirits or other tricks played by wizards in the middle of the battlefield? Our soldiers couldn't see it.

Wan Li smiled and pointed at Ivan Qiao with his chin. Chujiu turned around and Ivan Qiao whistled proudly. He could guarantee that the enemy base would be clean for the ten seconds before we launch the attack.

"Then what?"

"Then you can rush over to help. You idiots and weaklings, do you expect me to fly over?"

Ivan Qiao felt so helpless that he poked Chujiu's forehead with his finger again and again. This was called controlling the overall situation and strategizing.

Chujiu nodded like a doormat, and kept saying that his master was really amazing, he had a thorough research on Chinese culture, and he actually knew how to strategize.

"Are you looking down on me? Do you think I don't know Chinese culture because I'm a foreigner?"

No matter how I listened to it, Ivan Qiao felt that there was something in Chujiu's words. He stared at Chujiu and yelled, "I have been in China for more than a hundred years, what books have I not read?"

"Have you seen The Golden Lotus?"

Chu Jiu suddenly raised his head and stared at Ivan Qiao with a sinister smile on his face. Ivan Qiao snorted disdainfully. He still has an out-of-print copy in his residence. Then he realized that all of us were staring at him and smiling sinisterly. Sun Zuojun endured it.

Can't help but be the first to laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at? Do you want me to go back and dig it out to give to nephew Wanran?"

Sun Zuojun's smile turned into astonishment for a moment, then the leader scolded him, blushing and burying himself in Sun Zuojun's arms, saying it was none of his business.

"Uncle Master, have you read Journey to the West? I want to ask you a few questions."

Chujiu wisely avoided Ivan Qiao's slap and rolled his eyes. If Ivan Qiao couldn't answer, he would let himself wait five hundred meters away.

Ivan Qiao held his head high, glanced arrogantly at Chujiu and asked casually, "Journey to the West" he could recite from memory to verse. The last chapter was called "Journey Back to the East, and the Five Saints Come True."

"Uncle Master, the first question is: Sun Wukong has to do somersaults a thousand miles away. He wants to go ten kilometers away. How can he do somersaults?"

"The second question is: Are the pig fetuses that Zhu Bajie invested are domestic pigs or wild boars?"

"The third question is: Is the electricity emitted by the thunder male and female lightning direct current or alternating current, and what is the voltage?"

As soon as Chujiu finished speaking these three questions, Zhang Xuan, who was smiling with her mouth covered, ran to Ivan Qiao and saluted. She also had a question after watching Journey to the West two days ago, and wanted to ask Ivan Qiao to share it.

answer.

"In the peach garden in the Heavenly Palace, are the bugs growing on the peach trees considered demons or immortals?"

Wanli, the king of soldiers, who was on the march, stepped on the wrong foot and almost tripped over a stone.

The corner of Ivan Qiao's mouth couldn't help twitching for a long time, and he said "five hundred meters is five hundred meters. Remember to find a bunker and hide behind it. He can't guarantee our safety at this range."

Chujiu cheered, and was slapped on the forehead by Ivan Qiao. He kept his voice down, just in case the other party had sentry posts.

The two groups of us were chatting and laughing quietly, and a long queue had already traveled two kilometers without knowing it.

Ivan Qiao, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly quickened his pace and walked to the side of Chujiu. He thought about it for a long time, but could not think of an answer. There seemed to be no answer in the original book.

"Xiao Chujiu, please tell my uncle."

"Uncle Master, if I knew, I wouldn't ask you for advice."

Chujiu held his forehead and walked silently with his head lowered. This time he could not avoid Ivan Qiao's slap, even though he avoided the trajectory of Ivan Qiao's slap in advance.

For a moment, I saw the palm that Ivan Qiao slapped, and there were countless more palm shadows. Although it clearly did not hit Chujiu's forehead, Chujiu's forehead still made a crisp sound and turned red instantly.

Zhang Xuan quickened her pace and caught up with the leader Xiao Jiang. She also asked a question just now. If Ivan Qiao didn't take care of him, it would be better to hide first.

"Let you squirt!"

I rolled my eyes at Chujiu and asked Wan Li beside me why we could go out and recruit more troops ten seconds after launching the attack.

"Eight point one second to be more precise."

"What eight point one second?"

Wan Li called out to Candy who was walking in front of us. Candy slowed down, saluted and told me that the average shooting score of their reconnaissance company was 8.1 seconds, and the scores of Chief Wan Li and Chief Zhang Xuan were within six seconds.

I don't know what this shooting score means. Chun Lian behind Candy pointed at the submachine gun on his back, which contained forty submachine gun bullets and eight pistol bullets.

I was shocked for a long time, and followed Wan Li mechanically, stepping on Wan Li's footsteps.

This man is so terrifying. It took him six seconds to use up all the bullets in the two guns. If it had taken me six seconds, I might not have been able to pull out the gun.

Wanli saw that I was silent for a long time, then turned around and smiled. That was a result of shooting from a fixed position. The timer started after the submachine gun was aimed, but the pistol was indeed installed in the holster, and it took 0.3 seconds to pull it out.

For the first time, I curled my lips like Chujiu did, and finally understood why he always made this expression. It was so speechless and helpless.

It doesn't make any difference to me whether the position is fixed or not. I still know very well what can be done in six seconds.

Wan Li can calculate time accurately to a few tenths of a second, which is enough to show that time and life are closely related on the battlefield. Maybe the advantage of just a few tenths of a second can save his life.

"However, we can sneak into the enemy base and find the best attack position, and the time will not differ too much."

Wan Li's words once again refreshed my understanding of war. In the movie, two people can fight in a gunfight for half an hour without deciding the winner.

In reality, against a mercenary team of more than ten people, it only takes more than ten seconds to end the battle.


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