The next day, January 11, 1815. Napoleon, the victor and the summoner of the army, began to review the garrison of Lyon.
All the bridges, embankments, and streets were crowded with crowds of men and women. The people followed Napoleon's guard, eager to see him closer. The cry of "Long live the Emperor" resounded over Lyon.
Huang Xuan lay down in the grass, with his right eye on the sight, waiting for Napoleon to appear. There is a strange feeling in my heart. Perhaps, this time was General Bonaparte's most perfect moment.
Once he does capture Paris and regain control of France, when he rearms, opposition will sweep in just as he did against the Bourbons.
Except for Ney, Napoleon without a marshal was just an emperor of the Hundred Days Dynasty. He was not the Napoleon in memory.
Lorraine was quietly calculating the energy of the buffer zone. Not long ago, Nicholas, a senior partner of Goldman Sachs Group, was attacked in a hotel and was seriously injured. The gunman had already left. Nicholas came to China with a high-level U.S. economic and trade delegation and had just arrived in Nanjing less than 4 hours ago.
However, compared to the magical Napoleon, the buffer energy lost by P11 is almost negligible.
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Napoleon, in high spirits, finally crossed the drawbridge.
Huang Xuan stared at him immediately.
There were at least kilograms of biological drugs infiltrated into the suspension bridge, and there were another 10 kilograms on the street after entering the suspension bridge. If the explosion was targeted at a certain point, no one, including Napoleon and his guards, would be spared.
Huang Xuan gently placed his hand on the trigger.
When I was a child, at the shooting range, my uncle taught me how to shoot. “Intentional compression and unintentional firing are the first training requirements for sharpshooters.”
But now at this time, Huang Xuan felt that he was completely unconscious. It feels like an alcoholic who has drunk 60 to 70% of his alcohol content, but is still drunk.
Napoleon rode a tall Normandy horse, which is usually a strong horse used by heavy cavalry. He was followed by four dragoons, wearing bright red costumes, and their swords were carefully placed beside their legs.
From Elba to Waterloo, Napoleon had almost no cronies around him. Although he was deeply loved by the army, an army without a good officer corps would have no chance of winning in the 19th century.
A quarter past ten in the morning.
Huang Xuan adjusted the clock on the sight. The Lorraine version of the sniper rifle was very user-friendly. It even had Tetris and Pac-Man games installed on it for Huang Xuan to use when he was bored.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Napoleon's horses were about to enter the city gate.
Lorraine had to remind again: "Huang Xuan, we don't have much time. If you don't make a decision now, then the best choice is to detonate the drug."
More people would die. Huang Xuan understood what Lorraine wanted to say, but at this time, he was not hesitating.
He just looked at Napoleon with pity and a little sadness. Nothing is more regrettable than the failure of an invincible commander.
The soldiers who died on the battlefield deserved their death; the generals who died on the battlefield were grand; the commanders who died on the battlefield were a little foolish.
The most saddening thing is that Napoleon Bonaparte, perhaps the most comprehensive master of strategy and tactics in the world, died of old age on an island that no one can name.
So, let's end this.
Huang Xuan gently tightened the trigger and watched Napoleon walk towards the city gate amid the cheers of the crowd. The loyal guards looked around cautiously, and the guards tried to separate the people from their emperor.
However, people in this era did not know that there was a kind of musket that could shoot farther than a cannon.
The sight made a beeping sound repeatedly. Huang Xuan waited. After an unknown amount of time, his fingers suddenly tightened and his shoulders shook slightly.
As long as there is base assistance, this modified XM109 will only have an indicative recoil. Along with this recoil are air-core bullets that are pressurized by rotation cycles.
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P19 History
October 11, 1815, 10:05. Napoleon Bonaparte was assassinated in Lyon. The entire country of France mourned.
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Huang Xuan slowly climbed up from the grass. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
"Go home." To Huang Xuan's ears, Lorraine's voice sounded unusually pleasant.
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Holiday Inn.
The news of Nicholas's death had come, and the whole room was filled with depressed emotions. With a cold face, Zhang Si hung the phone back on the wall, straightened his shoulders, looked around Zhou Zhou, and said: "The minister just scolded me and said I was useless. He I was given a time limit to find out the identity of the murderer within three days and to solve the case within seven days. If I can't do it, I will be told to go wherever I want. Even if I, Zhang Si, leave, I will do so on my own accord and I have never been taken for granted. Kicking the ball out was not possible before, and it is not possible now." He spoke with a completely military temperament, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment, but everyone became nervous.
"Butou, what race is the murderer? What information do you have? Has it been passed on?"
"He is 1.8 meters tall. Using an AK47, he shot the victim twice in the abdomen from 800 meters away, once in the right thigh and once in the right shoulder blade. No other information is known."
Zhang Si clenched his fist loudly and said, "That's it?"
"The victim was shot before entering the elevator. The murderer was on the second floor of the street store. Someone heard the gunshots and saw him jumping out of the window with his face covered, but he quickly disappeared."
Li Ranying narrowed her charming big eyes and said: "Hit the target 4 times in a row with an AK47 800 meters away? How many shots did he fire in total?"
Datou glanced at the information, swallowed, and said: "Six shots, and the other two shot hit the bodyguards beside him, both of them were slightly injured."
Zhang Si also recovered from his emotions. He had been a soldier for 5 years and grew up playing with guns. Naturally, he knew how difficult these 6 shots were. In fact, the AK47 cannot achieve this kind of accuracy at all. Although its scale distance is indeed 800 meters, its effective range is only 400 meters. In the army, when you pick up the Type 56 or other AK modifications, the instructor will definitely tell you You, don't aim at a target 00 meters away. Even well-trained veterans find it difficult to hit targets at this distance based on experience.
As for the six shots fired in a row and the shots hitting the target, Zhang Si may believe that it is an unusual movie.
The scary thing is that the fantasy in the movie really happened.
His assistant Li Ranying had no military experience, and her thoughts were different from Zhang Si's. She considered and said: "Since the opponent's marksmanship is so good and seems to have been prepared, why not get a better gun? For example, sniper A gun, even a high-precision rifle is better than an AK.”
A person next to him objected: "Is it just a temporary idea? Although the AK47 is difficult, there is still a way as long as you are determined. A sniper rifle is too troublesome."
"A long-distance sniper attack on the spur of the moment?" Li Ranying scoffed and said, "I would rather believe that he couldn't buy a sniper shot than that he wanted to kill someone on the spur of the moment. This is not robbery."
During the discussion, the phone on the wall rang again. Zhang Si answered it reflexively, put down the phone after a while, and said: "The Americans want to talk to us. I will go over and argue with them, and you can continue the discussion."
He put on his coat, thought for a while, and then said: "Da Tou, Jin Zi, you two check the recent entry and exit records, especially those with service records."
"Yes." Jin Zi is a very condensed young man, exuding the essence of his body. (To be continued)