As soon as I saw the chief's gaze, he looked over. Jieli Literature Network
The sharpshooters of the US and South Korean troops couldn't help but tremble. They gritted their teeth and turned to shoot.
However, the scene of those ten bullets lining up in a straight line and passing through the bullet holes kept flashing in their minds. How could they surpass such incredible marksmanship, a marksmanship that was like a miracle?
The guns held in the arms of the two sharpshooters suddenly hung down. They buried their heads and did not dare to look at their respective commanders.
It's useless, these two sharpshooters are useless. Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei knew very well that He Zhenzhong's marksmanship just now has caused a serious psychological shadow on these two guys who can be regarded as top sharpshooters, and even caused the two of them to be connected in front of He Zhenzhong.
I lost the courage to shoot.
"**" The US Army Lieutenant General couldn't help but curse again.
The Korean Lieutenant General's face was extremely ugly. If you lose, just lose. It's normal. However, he actually lost and didn't even dare to shoot. This shame was like being thrown into his grandma's house.
This time, it was Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei's turn to turn his head from time to time and smile in a friendly manner at the two lieutenant generals from the United States and South Korea.
The second game, extreme sniper.
The process of the competition is very simple and brutal. First, one person appears and reports the distance he is most confident about. After hitting the target, the other two snipers must increase the distance by at least fifty meters. This cycle continues. If the sniper cannot hit the target, they will be eliminated.
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"Report."
"speak."
He Zhenzhong said loudly: "We Chinese people have always been warm and hospitable. Now that they have come to our country, we should be the landlords, so I ask to be the first to shoot."
The U.S. Army Lieutenant General and the Korean Army Lieutenant General looked at each other and both smiled. The first person to appear would have to take a lot of risks. Putting aside the pressure, the choice of distance alone was difficult. If it was too far away, he would have to fight by himself.
Missed. If it was too close, then their people would increase the distance to the extreme distance, and then it would be even more difficult for him to shoot the second time.
Originally, the order of this round was determined by drawing lots, but now, the winner actually asked for a fight directly. Isn't this stupid? These Chinese people just want to save face, but they have to suffer the consequences. Naturally, they are happy.
Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei also laughed. He knew He Zhenzhong's sniper prowess. Those two idiots still dared to have fun there. He would like to see how they cried later.
He suppressed his laughter, turned his head, and asked the US Army Lieutenant General: "What do you think?"
The US Army Lieutenant General also quickly suppressed his laughter, nodded calmly, and said: "Isn't it unfair? What if we win and your people have a disagreement?"
The Lieutenant General of the Korean Army also spoke, and said with some embarrassment: "But, your soldier is so enthusiastic about asking for battle, and if we don't agree, will it hurt his heart?"
Sing this with me, hum. Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei sneered in his heart, the United States and South Korea really wear the same pants, one sings the white face, the other sings the red face, they cooperate very well.
He endured it and said: "Since he took the initiative to ask for a fight, that's fine. He asked for it if he lost. I just want him to know that the strongest will have its own strong opponent."
"No, no, we haven't competed yet. He may not lose." The smile on the face of the Han Army Lieutenant General could hardly be suppressed.
The U.S. Army Lieutenant General also endured a lot of hardship. "I saw his shooting just now. He was very powerful. He has a great chance of winning."
"I hope so." Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei sighed, but his heart was filled with joy.
With the approval, He Zhenzhong picked up the sniper rifle that had been verified by three parties.
As soon as he touched the sniper rifle, a set of data immediately appeared in He Zhenzhong's mind. This is the benefit of intermediate sniper specialization.
awp, caliber inches, inches, single shot, total gun length, barrel length, total gun mass kg, effective range, rifling right-handed, bar, lead.
Touching the gun, the corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly, "Fifteen hundred meters."
What? The U.S. Army Lieutenant General and the Korean Army Lieutenant General almost stared out of their eyes after hearing what the translator said. Staring at He Zhenzhong, they were extremely confused. Could this guy just want to try his luck?
The two American snipers and the Korean snipers who were about to go into battle sneered again and again. The effective range was 600 meters, but this guy wanted to hit 1,500 meters. They thought it was a joke.
"g, g, g." The US Army Lieutenant General stood up and waved loudly, urging He Zhenzhong to start. Of course, in his eyes, this was no different from seeking death.
The Lieutenant General of the Korean Army picked up the tea cup leisurely and sipped it. He suddenly remembered a word, which seemed to be said in Chinese, "The heart is as high as the sky and the life is as thin as the paper."
"Fifteen hundred meters, flagpole at the top of the mountain."
"Prepare."
He Zhenzhong took a deep breath, half-crouched on the ground, stared at the gun with his shoulder, and slowly adjusted the muzzle position. With the double bonus of primary shooting specialization and intermediate sniper specialization, what was he afraid of?
"shooting."
boom.
So fast again? The US Army Lieutenant General sneered in his heart. This guy really wanted to try his luck. Unfortunately, this was a sniper shooting, and there were too many factors that affected it. Even if he calculated it again, it would not be so accurate.
"That boy is the one who injured your apprentice. Don't be polite later. This is a competition. It's inevitable that you will be injured." Lieutenant General Han Jun simply turned to the person who was about to fight and gave instructions.
"Fifteen hundred meters, flagpole on the top of the mountain, hit."
Hit?
According to the translator, the American and Korean lieutenant generals all had the same idea, and the joke was not funny at all.
Then, after the translator repeated it again, they frowned slightly and turned to look in the direction of the mountain. Hey, where is the flag? Why is it missing?
Is it really a hit?
How is this possible? The two lieutenant generals denied what they had in mind.
"What a hit."
After being reminded by the people around them, the expressions of the two lieutenant generals changed instantly. With a whoosh, they both stood up, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. This.
"That kid must have been lucky. Thanks to your urging, Lieutenant General. Otherwise, how could that kid dare to shoot so decisively?" Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei said with a smile.
**, the U.S. Army Lieutenant General cursed in his heart and felt regretful. Was he urging He Zhenzhong to shoot decisively? He obviously wanted that guy to die quickly, okay?
Lieutenant General Han Jun was also very depressed. Just now he said that He Zhenzhong might not lose, but in the end he really didn't lose. He wished he could raise his hand and give him such a crow's mouth a few hard slaps.
The US sniper gritted his teeth, glanced at He Zhenzhong, and suddenly said: "One thousand five hundred and fifty meters."