This time, the Gallic chickens and baseball caps stopped making noises and fired their guns. Everyone's eyes were looking towards the fast reverse platoon.
Lieutenant Frank made a gesture towards Mist and made another gesture.
"Are they crazy?"
Mist smiled and spread his hands.
"Let's go crazy together."
Hook asked Frank: "Lieutenant, are we following?"
Lieutenant Frank was at a loss to answer. He was wavering in his mind, so he frowned and said, "Let's take a look first."
The two parties that showed off the most just now finally stopped temporarily.
All the attention was focused on Shen Jun and his fast counter platoon.
Colonel Alfonso now regrets it. He feels that he should not have listened to Frank's instigation and invited people from the Chinese peacekeeping battalion to come here for "gun training".
But he just couldn't help his curiosity.
In the previous attack on the W country ticket guarding team, the people from the Chinese battalion arrived first and defeated the attackers in less than twenty minutes. This made the Gallic chicken who arrived late felt very unhappy.
Although they were responsible for putting the militants to rest in the end, after all, they were not the ones to resolve the crisis. Apart from being unhappy, the only thing left was curiosity.
Frank told him that there were special forces among the security detachments in the Chinese camp.
Alfonso asked him how he was sure, and he said he smelled the scent of those special forces.
As the King of Country L, Alfonso felt that Gaul's halo had been dimmed a lot by the appearance of such an awesome force on his own territory. What's more, the Chinese special forces have always received very good results in participating in international special forces competitions in recent years. The elite paratroopers outside the law have not participated in these competitions, so they are quite unfamiliar with the special forces of this large Eastern country.
Now that I have met it, why not give it a try?
This is Colonel Alfonso's most original idea. As for communication and friendship, they are all incidental.
That’s why this “school gun” exchange came about.
But now, the three parties are opponents on the card table, and everyone has placed heavy bets.
So, if the bet turns out to be bigger, can it be tolerated?
No, then why did you come here to interfere in the first place? It would be better not to come and be embarrassed.
As the organizer, Colonel Alfonso was afraid that something would go wrong, which would be difficult to explain.
"Colonel Xia, is it too risky for you to be so far away?"
He couldn't help but advise Xia Zhiguo.
"I think the 400-meter race will be fine."
Xia Zhiguo said: "I believe in my subordinates. If they think it can be done, I, as the commander, have no reason to think it can't be done."
Colonel Alfonso had nothing to say.
I started the incident by myself, and it seems that I have no say whether or how it will end now.
He felt powerless.
Bah——
Bah——
Hou Jun, who was lying on the firing line, fired.
600 meters away, a bullet hole appeared on the right side of Fatty Wei's head target, slightly to the right of the center, and a cloud of dust splashed on the ridge behind him.
Fatty Wei felt like he was breaking out in cold sweat.
His farthest trusted shooting distance used to be 500 meters.
600 meters, this is my first attempt.
There is a first time for everything.
But this first time, the taste was a bit too sour.
However, Fatty Wei is a man with a strong sense of honor and cannot pee in front of others even if he wets his pants.
How could I be a coward when someone yelled "Fake" loudly in his baseball cap and showed his big white teeth?
So he raised his scissor hand, made a victory finger gesture, and bared his white teeth.
Li Zheng's opponent is Tong Zhi.
Li Zheng was calm.
There was only a moment when the warhead penetrated the target. I felt my hand tremble and my eyebrows raised slightly.
Without even turning his head, he glanced at the target from the corner of his eye.
Tong Zhi's marksmanship is also very accurate, and there is a hole in the target.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and made a scissor hand gesture towards their baseball caps.
In the distance, the baseball caps and Gallic chickens holding binoculars to observe the shooting results showed surprised expressions.
Hook couldn't help but said: "Lieutenant, they seem to be okay."
Lieutenant Frank put down the binoculars, his face looked unhappy, as if he had been beaten to death.
Hook asked again: "Then shall we increase the distance?"
Before Frank could answer, the baseball cap over there stepped up.
Captain Mister waved his hand, and his men cheered and retreated to a distance of 700 meters.
Colonel Alfonso couldn't sit still at all and went up to negotiate with Mist.
"Lieutenant, this is not your playground. I know you guys are all ruthless people who are desperate for life, but this is my territory. I don't want to see any of you idiots get his head like a watermelon with a sniper bullet." Explode!”
Mist looked at Alfonso and said calmly: "Colonel, first of all, I have to explain one thing. I am not under your jurisdiction. Secondly, who called me yesterday and asked me if I was interested in coming over to observe. What is the level of the PLA’s special forces? Are you interested in competing with them? Who is it? Huh?”
The barrage of questions left Colonel Alfonso speechless.
It is said that the two parties are in an alliance. The extra-judicial elite paratroopers have always had a close cooperative relationship with the undisclosed team from Eagle Sauce in front of them. Although it is Gaul's traditional sphere of influence in Africa, now A fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken. In terms of global intelligence and surveillance capabilities, our country has indeed declined. Without the help of Yingjiang, the operation to assist the L government's counterattack at that time would not have been so smooth.
Although the Mist in front of him only has the rank of captain, when it comes to decision-making power, he is no less than himself. They are even independent beings without jurisdiction, and his superiors tolerate them everywhere. This makes Ah Colonel Fangsuo was very helpless.
He could only turn around and leave angrily. He could only walk all the way, murmuring and cursing Mist and his men for being a group of barbarians. As a declining Gallic France, there was nothing he could do in front of the powerful Eagle Sauce. That’s all.
700 meters.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Lieutenant Frank's forehead.
He wanted to raise the bet, but now he encountered a very embarrassing problem and was hesitant.
But Mist shouted at him from the other end: "Hey! Frank, do you still plan to stay there? Why don't you try here at 700 meters?"
Regarding Mister's "enthusiastic" invitation, Frank wanted to rush forward and punch his grandson.
What I thought was an ally has now become a leader.
700 meters.
To follow or not to follow? !
This is a fatal question.
He couldn't help but look at Shen Jun and his quick counter platoon.
At least the Chinese are still 600 meters away. If they don't follow, you don't have to follow.
After all, a trustworthy shot at a distance of 600 meters requires a very stable mentality, not just excellent sniper skills.
However, things quickly developed and put Frank on the receiving end again, because he saw the people from the Chinese peacekeeping battalion move again after finishing a group of alternating trust snipers.
Like Eagle Sauce, they moved their shooting ground to a distance of 700 meters.
Now, only the paratroopers of Gallic Chicken are still standing 400 meters away.
This almost double distance made Frank feel extremely insulted.
"Let's go to 700 meters too!"
He gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.
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