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"Brothers, this training with the instructor is to train our individual combat capabilities. But if we are separated, he will kill him one by one. If we act together and cooperate, it is possible to kill the instructor."
"Yes, we will be divided into four groups, and each group will have a leader!"
"But we only have one winner, how are we going to divide the spoils?"
"Whoever's bullet hit the instructor belongs to him! If you want to go it alone, that's fine. You can leave now!"
"Okay, let's start selecting the team leader. The team leader is the commander and must obey the commander's orders. However, after meeting the instructor, the team will no longer exist. You can shoot freely without obeying the team leader's orders!"
"Who wants to be the leader of this team?"
Everyone was silent. Team leader is a thankless job. Who would want to do it
"I'm coming. Whoever wants to follow me, come over here!" Hua Yao stood up.
Among the veteran students, he is the only one from China.
His ability is obvious to everyone and he is very strong.
Whether in the army or in the training camp, everything depends on strength. Only with strong strength can you gain the respect of everyone.
This is a place where the strong are respected.
Someone came to stand next to Hua Yao, more and more people, and after a while there were more than a hundred people.
Others are also forming teams.
No one wants to work alone, because it is easy to be killed if the order is lost.
Four groups, they gathered together to plan the attack route.
The first requirement is not to give the instructors a chance to kill them;
The second is to kill the instructor.
In other words, we must first protect ourselves, the self-protection of the entire group.
"Let's go!" I don't know who shouted.
The four groups went in four directions and quickly disappeared.
At this time, Zhang Feng had already taken Sharapova and ran more than ten kilometers away, completely disappearing from the sight of the students.
Zhang Feng and Sharapova's bodies are all white. They are not all snow but white parachutes. They only need to cover their bodies to expose a pair of eyes.
This is not a big goal.
Half a day later, Zhang Feng took Sharapova to a hill several dozen meters tall.
Squatting in the snow was the most difficult thing, because the snow on their backs kept increasing and soon buried them.
And still can't move.
You can only move after dark.
"Right here, have you ever been a spotter?"
After finding a perfect sniping spot, Zhang Feng asked Sharapova.
"Yes!" Sharapova said excitedly.
She is happiest when she can help Zhang Feng, so that she can feel that she has a sense of existence.
Zhang Feng took off the eight-fold scope from the sniper rifle and gave it to her.
Then Zhang Feng said seriously: "The squirrel on the pine tree about one thousand meters ahead!"
Sharapova looked at it with an eight-power telescope and could barely see the squirrel on a tree in front of her. Sharapova was surprised, how could Zhang Feng see such a long distance without a telescope? so amazing.
"See, it's moving!" Sharapova said.
In fact, Zhang Feng couldn't see it at all. He just noticed it when he passed by there.
"Look more clearly!"
Sharapova adjusted the eight-fold scope and saw that it was an arctic snake biting the squirrel. The snake was wrapped around the branch and was dragging the squirrel up.
"You, how did you see it?" Sharapova couldn't help but ask.
"I'll tell you later!" Zhang Feng said.
Zhang Feng can't say it now, because she can't believe it if he does. Could it be that the genes in his body have been modified
This is not possible. The less people know about genetic modification, the better, and the safer Zhang Feng will be.
"Hmph..." Sharapova snorted and continued to observe: "Do you want to shoot?"
Sharapova pulled out a hair from the down jacket around her neck and held it in her hand. The wind blew the hair slightly.
"Northwest wind, southerly, wind speed 01 seconds, you can shoot!"
Zhang Feng stuck out his tongue and said: "North-west wind, bringing north to south, deflection degree 45, updraft southward, wind speed 0.09 seconds!"
Then Zhang Feng pulled the trigger, only to hear a crisp click sound, just the sound of the firing pin, without the bullet.
Sharapova was shocked, so detailed! !
Did he know just by sticking out his tongue? Can the tongue be so powerful
"You have done a good job, don't be discouraged!" Zhang Feng comforted her.
"how did you do it?"
"I'll tell you later!" Zhang Feng still said the same thing.
"you… "
Sharapova is about to collapse. She now wants to drive a tank and blow Zhang Feng's head off with one shot. It's so annoying.
But Sharapova still held back, otherwise all her previous efforts would have been wasted if Zhang Feng abandoned her here.
"They will pass by here soon, don't expose them!" Zhang Feng said.
Sharapova looked around with an eight-fold mirror and found no students coming. There was no movement. It was quiet and she could only hear the wind blowing.
Although Sharapova didn't see anyone, she still chose to believe Zhang Feng because he wouldn't talk nonsense.
In less than ten minutes, a group of people appeared and quickly came to the valley. They stopped outside the valley.
Zhang Feng nodded, but he was very attentive. This valley was the most suitable place for sniping, and they all got sniper rifles from Zhang Feng.
"They're in! Within range!"
Sharapova said softly that there was no need for her to be a spotter now.
But Zhang Feng didn't move or stick out his tongue to measure the wind direction.
"Aim for seven o'clock!" Sharapova reminded.
But Zhang Feng still didn't move. They were moving very fast and were about to jump out of the valley now. If they didn't shoot, it would be too late.
Sharapova was so anxious that she reached out to grab the gun from Zhang Feng's hand.
"Don't move!" Zhang Feng said coldly.
Sharapova has returned to her position. If this was normal, she would definitely take it away. Forget it today.
Normally, for other people, Sharapova would not only grab him, but also beat him, at least with a kick. Now it's Zhang Feng, forget it.
At this moment, more than a hundred students passed by and quickly disappeared into the snowfield.
Sharapova didn't understand why she didn't kill them one by one.
"Walk!"
Zhang Feng stood up, and the wooden skateboard under his feet quickly went down the mountain.
"Feng, where are you going?"
Sharapova followed.
Arriving at the place where the students passed by quickly, Zhang Feng took off his equipment and used tree bark to plow the snow.
"Feng, what are you doing? Is it a trap?"
Sharapova asked curiously.
"right!"
Sharapova couldn't help but become more curious. How to dig out the bark of this tree? Even if you have special tools, you can't dig out the frozen soil under the snow, right
But Sharapova did it anyway.