"Bang, bang, bang..." Several consecutive gunshots kept ringing.

A red smoke bloomed again, and a green smoke bloomed with it, but other colors were not seen. It was obvious that several shots were missed.

But this did not stop the officers and soldiers from the audience from the bottom of their hearts. It would be awesome to have one hit, and there were even two hits.

A master, an absolute master.

With a "boom", the officers and soldiers who were still sighing just now cheered one after another, cheering for these two masters with accurate marksmanship.

Although they are all melon-eating audiences, and many of them even come to watch the usually awesome special forces brigade jokes, when this magical shooting technique appears, everyone still couldn't help but cheer for it.

Because such masters are their comrades-in-arms. With such powerful comrades-in-arms, they can eliminate more enemies, and in other words, the threats they face can be smaller. This is actually just like playing football games and basketball games. What you always hope for is to have strong teammates, and it is the same as not to hope that the enemy will be too watery.

All the officers and soldiers of the Special Forces Brigade were both happy and surprised. What was happy was that at least two people could hit the second balloon, and they earned a lot of face for the Special Forces Brigade. What was shocked was that two green balloons had exploded.

The one who was responsible for knocking out the green balloons was not someone else, but the soldier who had only participated in the Independent Regiment for a year. Although the one who was responsible for hitting the balloons was also a veteran who was only absorbed by the Special Forces Brigade last year, the veteran's shooting skills were firmly in the top three in the entire Special Forces Brigade. This means that the Senior Private had already caught up with Mo Xiaomao, the first sharpshooter of the Independent Regiment.

Mo Xiaomao's eyes never left the telescope in her hand. No one could see his expression clearly, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. Obviously, he was also very satisfied with this result.

As Mo Xiaomao, who established the status of the first sniper of the Independent Regiment in the Battle of the Ancient City, he was never afraid of being surpassed, but was afraid that his comrades would not be able to catch up with him. Now that one or two or even more of these can appear, Mo Xiaomao can only be happy.

But it was obviously too early for them to be surprised or happy.

In just four or five seconds, although most of the tits had flew almost 400 meters away, and they could hardly see clearly with the naked eye, the gunshots were still ringing.

Obviously no one is willing to give up, even if he loses to that soldier, it is still a matter within the special forces brigade itself. Now all the snipers have to prove themselves, in front of half of the regiment of officers and soldiers.

Unfortunately, the tit flight route with no signs gives the sharpshooters almost no chance to hit again, and no "fireworks" blooms.

"Awesome, the soldiers under Lao Lin are so powerful that there are two people who can hit two of them. I just looked at it and my head was almost fainted." Zhao Ergou shook his head and exclaimed.

"Don't! Battalion Commander Zhao, if you go down a row of cannons, you can't run away from all the birds, and you will all hit them." An infantry company commander next to him laughed and joked.

"That's right, if I take action, more than a dozen cannons will be swept like this, no matter where you fly, you will explode them all. Hehe, your infantry is not as good as our artillery! Even the sharpshooter of Yu's brigade is not as good as our artillery battalion. At least, they can only kill two." Zhao Ergou praised himself proudly.

However, as soon as the words were finished, a soldier came to slap in the face.

A burst of green smoke broke out in the air.

Captain Zhao was still laughing and his mouth was just open and staring at the distance. If I remember correctly, the green smoke had exploded for the third time.

Does this mean someone hit three? But how is this possible? From the time of letting the tits fly to the last three balloons being hit, the time will never exceed ten seconds. Aiming at a target every three seconds is still acceptable if it is a static target. However, these are three targets that are running wildly at a speed of more than ten meters per second, and the line is not fixed.

At least 80% of the people at the scene probably haven't seen clearly where the balloons were brought in the disorderly flight of the tits! Someone actually shot one by one. What an exaggeration!

"Who is this guy?" He closed his chin that was about to be dislocated, and Zhao Ergou showed an "anger" look on his face. "It must be Mo Xiaomao who took action, otherwise who would have such a shooting technique in the Independent Group? Damn, what are you going to do with the Special Forces Brigade?"

"Cough cough, Battalion Commander Zhao, Lieutenant Mo is right there! You are a little quieter." The infantry company commander on the side quickly reminded.

Zhao Ergou relied on his good relationship with the officers of the regiment commander and the officers of the Special Forces Brigade that Zhao could talk nonsense, but he didn't dare. Don't be worried about these people because Battalion Commander Zhao's mouth was not kept in mind. Those were all super ruthless people, but they were still the leader's treasure.

When the infantry company commander saw the bodies of two special forces soldiers touching their eyes with their eyes open, the tears rolled in their eyes for a long time. It was extremely rare for Commander Liu, who had suffered more than half of the casualties in the regiment for eight days and had shed a tear as hard as iron. It was enough to prove the status of the special forces brigade in Liu Lang's heart.

Mo Xiaomao, who was more than ten meters away, put down the telescope in his hand and glared at Zhao Ergou who was talking nonsense.

"Haha, brother Kitten, I just said that your special forces brigade is full of talents, how can you always be the number one sharpshooter? But which sharpshooter is this one who can win three targets in a row? It's that guy Lao Du! Anyway, don't tell me which little guy who once poked his brother's ass, haha." Captain Zhao's face has always been good at being thick, so don't turn too fast.

"Hehe, Chief Huang, sorry, you guessed it was that soldier. It seemed that he wanted to come to your artillery battalion. You disliked him too thin and didn't want it." Before Mo Xiaomao could speak, Chen Yunfa's loud voice came from afar.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind!" Damn..." Zhao Ergou almost bit his tongue this time.

Liu Lang, who was sitting with Chi Dakui and Ji Yanxue, had a smile on his face.

It was not until this moment that he believed that what Shan Ying said was true. The little soldier once made rapid progress. Even the speed of progress was not enough to describe his marksmanship. Because he actually had a sense of guns.

Yes, this is only a person with a gun feel that can win three yuan in a row in such a short time, because he doesn't have much time to aim at it, and he depends entirely on his trust and feelings in himself.

How difficult is it to have a gun? Liu Lang only knows that in a training camp he participated in in the future, only two of them were selected from the 200,000 army in the military region, and finally only two of them passed the qualification. The standard for passing is to have a gun. It is precisely because of one of them that he was qualified to participate in the selection of the Dragon Flame troops.

Now, a mere independent group actually has a third person with a gun feel. How can Liu Lang not be happy?

At this point, it was basically confirmed that those who scored three of their own goals had won. But the others performed well. Although four of them did not hit the second goal, they basically won one. Such a marksman could no longer be more picky about. They were sharpshooters, but they were not gods after all.

The design method designed by Captain Liu is unprecedentedly difficult, which is something everyone admits. Moreover, there is another sniper who hit two targets, which is an extremely admirable marksmanship.

Once upon a time, the water emerged, allowing the officers and soldiers to see again why the special brigade was the best treated unit in the entire independent regiment, because they were strong.

But, things in the world are really hard to predict.

Who said that the water was once a sure win?
Chapter completed!