King of soldiers? Master? Free man? Isn’t this too free? The special forces elites actually had far more questions than these. They didn’t ask too many questions. Even if there were only forty-nine people, they still had the confidence to win. Freedom
There are not many people without him, but there are not many people without him.
Guo Huaigang grinned and pretended to be serious and said: "Leave these things to me for temporary storage and return them to you when the competition is over tomorrow."
Xu Qing frowned and whispered: "Why does it take so long? You can always bring cigarettes, right?" Bargaining is his strong point. It would be too miserable to stay in the wilderness all night without even having a cigarette.
Already.
Guo Huaigang said solemnly: "You can bring cigarettes, but give me all the other things. And remember to stay concealed when smoking."
Xu Qing could only put a pack and a half of cigarettes into his pocket, and handed the rest to Guo Huaigang. The guy suddenly remembered something and whispered: "I didn't bring a lighter, lend me your lighter."
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Guo Huaigang was completely defeated by this guy, but he was just a soy sauce guy and couldn't be treated like a special soldier. After thinking about it, he took out the lighter and handed it over.
"Okay, you should get familiar with everyone here first, and someone will bring it to you later during lunch time." Guo Huaigang whispered, and said in a deep voice to all the elites of the special team: "I have no requirements for you.
But there are 1.6 billion pairs of eyes behind us watching today’s battle. There are no ifs, only victory and disbandment!”
Guo Huaigang didn't even need to shout slogans, he directly proposed disbandment, turned around and left the hall with the pile of objects collected from Xu Qing, and left classmate Xiao Xu behind very irresponsibly.
Looking at the heavy metal door closing, the elite special forces members immediately dispersed and devoted themselves to training. For some reason, Xu Qing felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and lit it.
After taking a sip, he turned around and glanced at the training equipment. There was nothing of interest at all. He put his hands into his trouser pockets and walked slowly to the shooting range.
Various firearms, both long and short, are placed next to the shooting range. There are six human-shaped target positions opposite, five of which are being baptized by the rain of bullets. This human-shaped gun target is obviously specially made, and the bullets make a popping sound when they hit it.
Not a single bullet penetrates the target. Every time a gun hits the target, relative data will be displayed on the target reporting instrument. The most interesting thing is that after hitting the target, this gun will splatter a small stream of red liquid that looks like blood.
There is a semicircular container at the foot of the target to ensure that the liquid does not flow all over the floor.
Xu Qing became interested in this kind of gun target. He walked to the gun stand and touched a large-caliber Sand Eagle. He walked to the empty target position and opened his stance.
Bah! Bah! Bah! Three shots were fired. The strength of this guy's wrist was quite strong, and the sand eagle with extremely powerful recoil was controlled by him so that he could not move at all. However, the target did not vibrate at all, and the target reporting instrument did not move at all. Instead, it kept moving.
Three holes appeared in the baffle diagonally above the gun target.
Xu Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with his good marksmanship and missed the target. In his opinion, missing the target was normal. He originally chose to practice shooting just to pass the time.
But this scene was watched by the gun training team members on the left and right. Now they were completely speechless. What is the concept of missing the target three times in a row? Worse than a recruit, this free soldier king can really surprise people.
ah!
Bang bang - Xu Qing pulled the trigger repeatedly, the muzzle flash flickered, and the remaining four bullets were shot out at once. This time the target shook, three shots missed the target, and one shot hit the target's arm.
The Desert Eagle is a large-caliber pistol known for its accuracy. Although the huge recoil will affect the accuracy of shooting, it is only for ordinary people. It is not for these elites who play with guns more often than drink water. It is not a problem at all. Everyone here can accurately hit a fifty-cent coin with a sand eagle from 20 meters away, except of course the free man.
Xu Qing was holding a cigarette in his mouth. The white ashes were curled up in an arc and he didn't bother to flick a bullet. He ran over and quickly changed the magazine. He even grabbed a few magazines and put them in his pocket. Not to mention, he shot This kind of target is very enjoyable. You should take the opportunity to practice your marksmanship. The public bullets will not be used in vain.
What happened next shocked the elites on the side. The free man seemed to have a grudge against the target. A sand hawk kept ringing. He held the gun in both hands and switched to one hand. The frequency of shooting was as fast as that of Thomson. Well, the powerful recoil not only had no impact on him at all, but also made this guy get more and more excited as he fought.
Two hundred and ten rounds of ammunition were used up. Xu Qing's marksmanship went from more than six misses out of ten to more than eighty percent hits. He seemed to like this feeling. He changed several guns, but the style remained the same. This guy is addicted to playing sand eagle.
Two hours passed, and the people practicing the gun changed several times, but this guy stayed in the same place. At this time, his marksmanship had reached a quite astonishing level. He could shoot left and right without any miss, but he was limited to one kind of gun. ,mri desert eagle.
Perhaps even this guy himself doesn’t know what it means to shoot continuously for two hours with the Sand Eagle. His shooting movements are quite free and easy, without having to tighten his wrists or rely on his shoulders to absorb the recoil. This magical power lies in the special In the eyes of the war elites, it was already an incredible existence. If any of them were tossing like this, even if they kept their wrists, they probably wouldn't be able to hold a grain of rice.
A master, he must be a master, maybe he is just pretending to be a pig and trying to eat the tiger, because no one can go from having no chance of missing the target to always hitting the target in two hours, and no one can shoot with the Sand Eagle for two hours continuously without trembling in the wrist, and The master also played with two guns, which completely subverted everyone's understanding of the recoil of the Sand Eagle. Some people even thought that the Sand Eagle was recoilless, just like the lipstick pistol used by beautiful spies.
Xu Qing finally got tired of playing with guns. He put down his pistol and lit a cigarette. In vain, he found that he was the only one among the six target positions who was still enjoying the fun of masturbating. Everyone else was enjoying watching him, and there were at least twenty people standing behind him. an audience.
Isn't it just a waste of bullets? As for staring like this? Xu Qing didn't realize there was anything wrong. He was still thinking that these guys were petty and had some ideas when he saw that he had used too many bullets.
Finally, a dark-faced man with a triangular scar on his forehead came over and slapped Xu Qing as big as a cattail fan: "Hello, Fu Donghai of the Blue Sword Special Forces, I'm glad you can fight with us."
Fu Donghai used to be the captain of the Blue Sword Special Forces Group, but now he is the boss of this joint special forces team. He is in charge of commanding this competition, except for this free soldier king.