The gunshots are very clear and crisp, and they are made in Hanyang.
Everyone was standing still, and only the horse fell.
The special round bullet made by Hanyang was shot from the huge horse's eyes of Snow Flower Cong. Some of the erratic trajectory instantly turned the horse's brain into a ball of paste. The horse's corpse collapsed with only its limbs still twitching. It proved that the 1800 standard made by Hanyang was
It's not a decoration.
Liu Lang was not sure that he could kill Zhu Yuanzhang with one shot, but he used his precise shooting skills to tell everyone that he could keep Zhu Yuanzhang.
Staying is worse than dying.
This is almost everyone's subconscious thought. A whole mile away, a horse can be killed with one shot. Liu Lang's shooting skills beyond everyone's imagination are frightening. But Liu Lang's anger at not hitting people but hitting horses is even more...
It makes people feel chilly in their hearts. If he were Zhu Yuanzhang, he would definitely pick up a gun and kill himself.
Didn't you see that he was already jumping around like a crazy monkey? He must have gone crazy with regret for what he had just done. He could have just rode away.
If he didn't want to kill Chief Ji.
No one would think that Ji Yanxue would survive Zhu Yuanzhang's gun, but at a distance of two meters, even a pig could be hit with one shot!
But, why is Chief Ji still standing well? Not even staggering? Could it be that the Browning in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand is just a fake? A series of questions suddenly appeared in everyone's mind, and they could not explain the unscientific question in front of them.
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Only Liu Lang smiled with relief. Hearing the sound of the gunshot, which was also made by Hanyang, Liu Lang knew that he had made the right bet.
It wasn't that he was betting that he could kill Xue Hua Cong with one shot, but that he finally bet on the right person, someone who no one expected.
Ever since Mo Maomao rushed into Gou's house to explain the situation clearly to him, and urged for a gun to save Ji Yanxue, Liu Lang started betting. According to the psychology of the hostage-takers, they were destined to leave the place they considered dangerous.
In this place, gangsters after seventy years would either want cars or airplanes, but here, it seems that except for horses, nothing can run faster than people. Zhu Yuanzhang's request to go out of the city and ask for horses can be said to be completely based on Liu Lang's request.
As expected, even where he finally stood, Liu Lang had already calculated his death for him.
All villains must talk nonsense to the protagonist before leaving. That is not because they insist on leaving the protagonist a chance to deal with them. From a psychological point of view, it is called catharsis. After getting rid of the huge fear,
Normal people will vent, using words and actions that humiliate their opponents to vent the fear they have suffered.
But Liu Lang didn't expect that Zhu Yuanzhang was very cautious and stayed a mile away from his sight, which was beyond the distance where he could kill the enemy with one shot.
Liu Lang could only bet that Mo Mao Mao, who had lurked into the fortifications dug by the independent group with a gun, would get closer to him as he got further away from the city gate.
Mo Maomao, who had just joined the army, had never said that he could shoot, but the habitual squinting of his left eye made Liu Lang even unconsciously have the illusion that this little guy had been aiming with his right eye since he was born.
Right! That is a quality that only Liu Lang, who has been a sniper, can feel.
Of course, Liu Lang also had to bet that, except for Mo Mao Mao, the veterans with the most accurate marksmanship in the entire independent regiment had no time to notify the lurkers.
Now, two gunshots made in Hanyang rang out, proving that he was right after all. The Browning M1911 is naturally not a fake. Although copycats have become popular in this era, high-end products like Browning are really rare in China.
It can't be copied from the stronghold, otherwise it wouldn't be equipped only for battalion-level officers and above.
Mo Mao Mao jumped up from the ditch, holding a gun and approaching Zhu Yuanzhang, who was waving his hands and screaming in pain.
The Hanyang-made gun in his hand is really a good gun. It is much better than the hunting rifle he has carried for six years. His father once told him that when tigers and hungry wolves open their mouths and become the most ferocious and arrogant, it is actually the time when they reveal their faces.
At the moment of greatest vulnerability, if you shoot at this time, the bullet can penetrate their huge mouth and directly contact their softest internal organs, and then kill them with one shot.
The officer also warned him before leaving. If a human being is shot in the brain, there are still three seconds left before he is completely dead. The instinctive twitching of the biological limbs may still make him pull the trigger.
So, Mo Mao Mao chose to hit Zhu Yuanzhang's trigger finger at the moment he pulled the trigger with a grim smile. The finger was gone, and no matter how instinctively his limbs twitched, it had nothing to do with pulling the trigger.
For this shot, Mo Mao Mao remained motionless for a stick of incense. The time for one stick of incense was not long, but Mo Mao Mao seemed to have spent a whole century. Because this time, his target was...
It's no longer a bear or a wild boar, but a finger a hundred feet away.
Opposite the gun was Chief Ji, that beautiful and gentle woman. She was not just a chief, but in Mo Xiaomao's eyes, she was also the eldest sister who had married away and could only be remembered in memory.
There is no room for error in this shot, even if you risk your own life in exchange for it.
Mo Xiaomao shot what he thought was the most accurate shot in his life.
Although in the years to come, he fired countless more accurate shots, including blowing the head of a Japanese lieutenant general from 1,000 meters away, and the astonishing record of consecutively killing a full Japanese squad from 500 meters away.
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But the super sniper of the "Impermanent" combination, who is regarded as the king of snipers in the world, still believes that this shot is the most important shot in his life, and it is also the most accurate shot. No record can surpass it.
This shot was accurate enough that Liu Lang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he inspected it afterwards. He didn't expect Mo Mao Mao to be so bold.
The round-headed bullet crossed a distance of 100 meters and hit the Browning round-hole trigger at an almost completely vertical angle. When the trigger flew away, it also took away Zhu Yuanzhang's finger that was about to use force.
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But if there is a slight deviation, the huge momentum of the bullet can completely replace the force of the finger, breaking the trigger and triggering the pistol to fire. What is even more frightening is that due to the impact of the pistol, the muzzle of the gun shakes slightly, and the 11 mm caliber
The bullet most likely took away Ji Yanxue Ruhua's life.
But Ji Yanxue was lucky. Mo Xiaomao's marksmanship was more accurate than most veterans who had been on countless battlefields.
Zhu Yuanzhang was very unlucky. Liu Lang was more powerful than him, not only with the gun in his hand, but also with the soldiers under his command.
A soldier whose marksmanship is beyond ordinary people's imagination, a soldier whom he calls "little idiot".
When he saw the soldier he had let go charging towards him from the trench a hundred meters away with a gun in hand, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was holding his palms in great pain, felt that his heart was more painful than his fingers.