On the high platform, standing or sitting, there are four figures.
The building made of red bricks is also the only building within a kilometer radius. It has long been abandoned and dilapidated. Standing on it, you can have a panoramic view of all the nearby scenery.
The area is about 20 square meters, with a sniper handle on the front, back, left and right, and knee-high low walls on all sides.
Mo Shangyun was sitting on the low wall, with his right leg bent and resting on the low wall, his right elbow resting on his knee, and his slender left leg hanging down from the wall. The high wall more than ten meters high below looked empty.
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On the left shoulder, he carries a sniper rifle, Type 88, with a caliber of 5.8mm, a total weight of 4.1kg, a total length of 90mm, a barrel length of 60mm, an effective range of 800m, a magazine capacity of 10rds, a small caliber, high power, and accurate accuracy.
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A sniper rifle widely used by the entire military.
Latent training starts in two minutes.
"Deputy Company Mo, can you still play with a sniper rifle?"
The sniper standing in front, with nothing to do, asked Mo Shangjun politely.
Mo Shangjun glanced at him.
A soldier from the first company, who has just turned twenty years old, has a simple and honest appearance, and is the most powerful sharpshooter in the entire reconnaissance battalion. Chen Ke has worked hard to train him into a sniper, and he has a bright future.
"I know how to play."
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, showing a rare modesty.
Sniping is indeed not her strong point.
Of course, that was also compared to some of the people she had come into contact with, and she felt that her level was average.
In the reconnaissance camp, if you compliment her on her ability, she will respond politely.
"Do military schools also have special sniper training?" the sharpshooter asked curiously.
"Won't."
Mo Shangjun replied calmly and took off the sniper rifle from his shoulder.
The sharpshooter became more and more curious, and he almost said with certainty: "But you can."
Looking at him sideways, Mo Shangyun chuckled, "I can do anything."
"..."
The sharpshooter choked.
At first he was doubtful, but when he saw Mo Shangjun playing with a sniper rifle familiarly, and thought of how she had killed all the recruits in their company with one person that day, he became silent.
In this world, there should be people like Mo Shangyun who go against common sense.
Logically speaking, before ordinary people go to military school or join the army, their experience in military training subjects is completely blank. They start from scratch and focus on breakthroughs in certain projects within a few years.
Military academies train officers who focus on basic training and professional knowledge.
The military trains soldiers, who learn various skills related to the service.
Because the time is short, they cannot do everything, but study one specific item.
However, Mo Shangjun should not be like this.
She is in her early twenties and should have spent nearly half of her time on various skills.
Otherwise, no matter how versatile and excellent a person is, he will not be able to reach this height within four years.
These are all suspicions of the sharpshooter, but he feels that they are more realistic.
The story of Mo Shangjun should be a bit long and a bit special.
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"here we go."
I don't know who said it in a low voice.
Mo Shangjun lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The hour hand had reached 11 o'clock.
Different from the preparations of the other three, she was still sitting on the low wall in a leisurely manner, leaning against a piece of wood erected at the corner where the two walls were connected. All the bones in her body seemed to be gone, and she did not look serious at all.
However, she still held a sniper rifle in her hand.
Through the sight, one target after another emerges with incomparable clarity.
She was the first to shoot.
When there are more people, the best hiding spots are reduced and the target becomes more obvious.
She shot one shot after another, with almost no time to aim, and was only responsible for continuously pulling the trigger.
Every shot is sure to hit, and every shot will be accurate. When you pull the trigger, red smoke will definitely come out.
After finishing a magazine, she stopped and casually changed the magazine.
From a distance, looking at the red smoke rising from the trees and grass, and listening to the fierce voices of the soldiers scolding their mothers, Mo Shangyun was in a surprisingly good mood.
Who could tell Chen Ke to deliberately find trouble and insist on distinguishing the first company from the second company?
The red smoke is the first line, and the blue smoke is the second line. The red and blue colors above the head are the easiest to identify.
…
Five minutes later.
Mo Shangjun put the sniper rifle back.
"Who wants to change places with me?" She tilted her head and shouted to the other three people.
All three of them were stunned.
Turning their heads, they saw the rising red smoke on Mo Shangyun's side. The three of them were not fools and understood immediately.
Except for the sniper from the second company, the faces of the two from the first company instantly became distorted.
"I!"
The second company sniper shouted very actively.
With that said, he ran over with a sniper rifle.
Mo Shangyun smiled, stretched out his two straight and slender legs, jumped over from the low wall, and landed easily.
After exchanging glances with the sniper of the second company, Mo Shangjun came to his side of the wall and brutally fired at the soldiers of the first company in the same pattern.
The two snipers in a row were completely shattered.
Isn’t this a little too gloomy?!
The two looked at each other.
The sharpshooter glanced at Mo Shangjun deliberately, hinting: Do you want to use the dark one too?
The other party nodded immediately: Of course!
As a result, a stealth training session turned into a confrontation between four snipers.
However, due to Mo Shangjun's pre-emptive strike, part of the combat strength of the second company was retained, while the snipers on the first company initially injured a third of the friendly troops with a "fair and just" mentality...
No matter how we save it later, it will be irreversible.
To avoid being too "selfish", the venue must be changed every hour. Even if they want to let go of their respective companies, the effect will not be too big.
The loss lies in the lack of "pre-emptive strike".
Time passed little by little.
In a blink of an eye, it got dark.
The remaining number of people in the four directions are all about the same, but Mo Shangyun initially defended that side...
There are only two in a row left, and they are the top ones!
By half an hour, the two snipers from the first company were almost shooting at the second company. They were so furious that every shot was filled with anger.
Unexpectedly, Mo Shangjun, who was so angry that he didn't pay for his life, would run over from time to time, circle around, shoot with his gun, and help them hit the more obvious target - a company of soldiers.
At the end, he added leisurely, "You're welcome."
Two people: "..."
Damn, this is such a mess.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)