"Did you hit?"

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The following people immediately started talking.

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The second shot was fired rhythmically, and the interval was not long, which should be within the allowable range.

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"Old Zhuang has a show!"

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Su Hui was very excited.

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"I said that the solemn marksmanship won't lose! If he loses, then I can't let people go back to their hometown to pick up cow **** with my marksmanship?!"

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Serious and silent, he put his hand on his chin and stared into the distance.

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The solemn heart lying on the ground is like still water, and his hands are unbelievably steady.

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As the so-called man and gun are integrated, it is this kind of gun feeling.

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The solemn feature is that the greater the pressure, the greater the rebound, the heavier the pressure, the better the performance.

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Han Zi boasted that he also liked the solemnity, so he trained him as a key sniper.

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"Oh **** ho! The instructor is going to clean the toilet!"

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Old Su kept on babbling on and on, excited like a kid who grabbed a bunch of white rabbit toffee.

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Although I can't see the impact point, all the special forces in the region who participated in the training know that they can fire these shots in such a rhythm as if they were playing a piano. Obviously, the shooting skills of this senior soldier are not ordinary.

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Many people are a little surprised.

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I used to think that I was just a high-ranking soldier, nothing special.

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Some people even feel that "Red Arrow"

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Is the brigade trying to save face, deliberately letting a few recruits come over to fill the scene, to show that the leaders of the "Red Arrows" brigade attach great importance to the training of recruits.

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But now it seems that the solemn senior soldier lying in the shooting position has real materials.

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Everyone is estimating whether Zhuang Yan can hit the target with three shots in 5 seconds.

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If this sergeant wins...

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Hey-hey……

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The old white-haired face is turning white, right?

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Old Baimao is no stranger to these special forces who are sitting on the ground watching a play. The younger ones have never been in contact with Old Baimao, but the senior officers in the reserve team have trained under Old Baimao once or twice.

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This is a guy with a toothache.

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The identity is mysterious. It is said that it comes from a special unit with a high level of secrecy. It is directly under the headquarters and is not under the jurisdiction of any military region.

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Anyway, every time the old white hair appeared, he was like a bird that never had a military rank or service identification, and was always surrounded by a few poker-faced instructors who used numbers instead of names.

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It is the wish of many veterans here to make the old white hair embarrassing!

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Now, everyone seems to see a glimmer of hope.

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Perhaps, the old white hair looked down on this little soldier, and finally capsized in the gutter?

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Hey-hey!

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Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but smile.

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The last shot, everyone is looking forward to it.

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Success or failure, here it is.

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Just when everyone pinned their hope of slapping the old white-haired face on Majestic, a shocking jaw-dropping scene appeared.

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Instructor No. 3 suddenly carried a 95-type automatic rifle, and flashed on the shooting ground like a ghost. He stood behind the solemn and directly aimed the muzzle at the solemn position.

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"I"

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Su Huikai almost shouted.

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But before the word "fuck" came out, the gun rang.

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The Type 95 automatic rifle spewed out a tongue of flame, and a shuttle of bullets shot out, hitting Zhuang Yan less than two meters to the left.

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The soil splashed, and some sand even landed on the solemn face.

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The word "fuck" that Su Hui opened finally scolded.

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The solemn gun also rang out.

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The third shot, fired!

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At the same time the gun was fired, Zhuang Yan was taken aback.

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The bullet deviates from the set trajectory. The gunshot and the jumping mud really interfered with his state. The moment he pulled the trigger, his body shook.

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"tsk tsk"

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Old Baimao stood and stretched out his hand, put down the monocular in his hand, and shook his head.

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"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

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Su Huikai couldn't bear it any longer, and said to Serenity: "Isn't this cheating?! This... is this what you do?"

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Seriously smiled and said: "It seems that there is no rule that it can't be so high. It's not like you haven't tried simulating actual combat."

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Having said that, looking at the target in the distance, he sighed and said, "I don't know if this shot has hit the target."

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Due to the time limit, there is no reporting target for this shooting. After the shooting, the bullet hole verification is carried out to see if there are three holes.

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"Stand up, check the gun!"

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The old white hair gave the order.

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Zhuang Yan got up from the ground, checked the gun, then looked back at the expressionless Instructor No. 3 behind him, and then looked back at the old Baimao, wanting to cry without tears: "I said Chief Instructor, can we tell you in advance? Do you want to carry out live ammunition interference? You are attacking like this..."

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The old white-haired man said: "Do you know when the enemy fires in a war? A sniper, do you know what the consequences and situation will be after a sniper fires the first shot in actual combat? Let me tell you! When you When the first shot is fired, your enemy will immediately evade. All the light and heavy firearms will cover your approximate location. That kind of scene will be much more uncomfortable than the shuttle of bullets just now. After hearing a few gunshots It's messed up? Can't fight? You're too embarrassed to call yourself a sniper?"

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Zhuang Yan was ridiculed and robbed by the old white hair, and he was speechless.

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my motherfucker

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What kind of instructor is this!

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This is a hooligan!

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Is there any reason!

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It doesn't even make sense! ?

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Shasha

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The walkie-talkie in the old white-haired buckle rang.

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Pick it up and press the dialogue button: "Target reporter, how many shots did the shooter hit the target?"

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The audience immediately fell silent.

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Everyone pricked up their ears and waited for the result.

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After a short two seconds, a voice came from the military walkie-talkie.

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"Two rounds, confirm that two rounds are effective, and it's over."

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"Ugh……"

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Serenity and Su Huikai, who were sitting on the ground, couldn't help sighing and lowered their heads.

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Run away.

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Finished.

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Instructor No. 6 came over, took the 85 sniper directly from Zhuang Yan's hand, walked to the shooting position, and got down.

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He looked back at Majestic and said to Instructor No. 3, "Give him the gun, don't say it's unfair."

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Instructor No. 3 stepped forward, handed the 95 automatic rifle to the solemn hand, and gave him another magazine.

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"There are 10 bullets in it, just let someone else shoot it."

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He said solemnly, "I can drive whenever I want?"

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Instructor No. 3 said, "Whatever."

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Solemnly and swiftly put on the live ammunition magazine, and walked to Instructor No. 6.

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His first shot was fired.

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He solemnly stared at Instructor No. 6 with his fingers.

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He was waiting for the opponent to pre-press the trigger.

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The moment of firing is the most critical moment, and the moment that is most easily disturbed.

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Hit the snake and hit seven inches. Just now, Instructor No. 3 of the dog just took advantage of the moment when he fired a shuttle of bullets in front of him, which made his hands tremble and the bullets went off.

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She also wants to treat her body with his own way, and learn from classmate Murong Fu.

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This 85 sniper is his own. Zhuang Yan knows very well how long the trigger travels, and where it is pressed, the gun will sound.

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When Instructor No. 6 pre-pressed the trigger to a certain position, he solemnly and violently fired a shuttle of bullets towards the grass in front of him.

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The dirt is flying~lightnovelpub.net~ It is the same as when I was disturbed before.

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However, Zhuang Yan still kept his hand.

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Instructor No. 6 fired the second shot.

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Zhuang Yan didn't have the heart to look at the target, and he couldn't see the impact point anyway.

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He is still waiting for another chance.

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There were still 4 live rounds in the gun, and the two consecutive rapid fires just now took away 6 rounds.

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Anyway, he didn't say that he could only shoot all the bullets at one time, keep 4 rounds, and wait for the third shot of Instructor No. 6 to give him some festive firecrackers.

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The first update.

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Today is the 1st, everyone, the monthly ticket list has dropped to the sixth place, and the chrysanthemum is broken...

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Readers, I've asked you for a monthly pass, let's send some...