Chapter 56

  I don't know if anyone still remembers a joke that Amare Stoudemire made before the game against the Jazz?

  It is said that the military department of Amruken specially set up a building model of eight old city districts, with size ratio and environmental settings all coming from the same mold as those eight old city districts. Then several assault teams rushed in to try attacking.

  Naturally, there were already snipers hiding in the model.

  After more than an hour of fighting, those several assault teams were almost completely annihilated, while the enemy sniper had only taken out two, one of whom was still hit by a machine gunner who had already been judged to be dead.

  In comparison, the environment set by the Russians' wolf hunting mode is even more cruel!

  Ordinary people looking at a pile of broken bricks and tiles, broken walls and residual buildings in front of them may only notice the open windows and dark corners that seem to be able to hide people.

  It seems like a natural paradise for snipers in the eyes of us trained soldiers.

  The semi-circular tower at the top is obviously a commanding sniping position, and with the wind brought by the blower, the swaying rope must be a quick passage for the sniper to withdraw.

  There are several blown-out openings in the ditch flowing with sewage, and it's easy to hide a three-man cell that can instantly launch an attack and take out a search team.

  And those fragmented beams covered with rubble and dust, those manhole covers in the middle of the street, if I were a commander, I would know that they are absolutely reverse and lateral firepower points just by thinking about it with my knees!

  The most despicable thing is that under such circumstances, my brother Ah Ming wants to attack not living people, but those targets that are only five centimeters thick!

  A living person conceals, the sound of breathing, the smell of body, the gathering of mosquitoes and even an unintentional muscle tremor causing gravel movement can all reveal some clues.

  That Kanata is a dead thing, and as long as there's a crack, it can hide, making it difficult to judge, only relying on quick reflexes and first-strike accuracy to counterattack!

  And also...

  I looked at the Russian military man who was manipulating the target range and saw a sinister smile on his face.

  The sharp whistle sounded at the same time, and three targets suddenly rushed out of the shooting range, opening the prelude to the astonishing skills of Brother Kuangming.

  I said it, this practice is indeed the master leading the way in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

  I've also learned how to quickly draw a gun and shoot twice in rapid succession. I think I'm quite skilled at it too, pretty good for an amateur.

  But compared to Gangming brother, it's like the cultural difference between a kindergarten student and a university graduate, one is in heaven and the other is underground.

  Three short shots in a row, followed by a sideways roll, immediately turned into two long shots leaning against a broken wall, and the two half-exposed heads from the window were shot clean and disappeared.

  The thunderous applause suddenly burst out around us.

  Everyone present is a seasoned expert, I reckon those Russian military men have also seen blood and are all able to tell that Brother Jiang's few shots were clean and efficient, especially the two short bursts during the roll, which was even more impressive.

  Shooting while moving, especially when people change their balance state, is the easiest to miss, but the impact points displayed on the electronic screen are all through the gourd!

  In the midst of Hala's voice rising and falling, Kuang Ming Ge quickly made a bullet clip.

  Just as Kang Ming Ge was about to change the magazine with one hand, a target suddenly rose from the rubble in front of him!

  After replacing the magazine and firing, at such a close distance, it's not just Brother Kuangming, even I can easily hit.

  In that case, it's possible that this electronic discriminator can determine that the target fired first and that Brother Ming is already dead from being shot!

  I looked at the Russian military grandfather who was controlling the target with a gloomy smile, and I almost blurted out a sentence of scolding in Russian on the spot...

  Isn't this being overly cautious?

  So the experience accumulated by veterans, especially those who have seen bloodshed, is priceless.

  If it were me, at most I would just roll sideways and then switch magazines to attack with a gun, barely considered a correct battlefield response.

  Kuang Ming's brother was basically a forward pounce, almost as soon as his body hit the ground, he suddenly grabbed the half steel bar on the ground and threw it at the target like a javelin.

  I clearly heard the big hairy guy standing next to me take a cold breath...

  The outcome of the judgment was naturally that Kuangming brother won by a narrow margin, and Kuangming brother's casual shot was also regarded as a divine work by many Russian military officers present.

  Under the enthusiastic applause of the Russian military officers, the one with the highest rank shouted a few words, and then a group of Russian military officers applauded and cheered, and then they escorted us out.

  That big guy Jiang Kuan's grandson came over to me with a fake smile, handed me three or four pills and kept urging me to hurry up and eat them.

  I was confused and wondered what this meant?

  Did you also bring out the antidote?

  What is everyone's tolerance like in a toxic environment during the game?

  Jiang Kuan nodded towards the team leader who was smiling and chatting with several Russian military officers, indicating that it wasn't so. The team leader explained that the Russian military had arranged a banquet for them at noon today, in the form of a home dinner party. Although the dishes served by the polar bears were nothing special, the vodka they served was particularly high in alcohol content, and they needed to be careful not to make fools of themselves.

  Oh...

  What's all the fuss about? Is it just drinking?

  It seems these Russian soldiers really think they are the only ones in the world who can drink hard liquor.

  Years ago, our beloved Premier Zhou was at a state banquet, where he drank one to four with the Soviet ambassador, his cup never empty and his words flowing like pearls. He sent that deliberately wine-pouring Soviet ambassador under the table!

  Years later, in the Inner Mongolian grasslands, the Mongolian general Wangdeneima drank a hundred bowls of airag during a casual conversation, and even with his belly swollen like a basin, he could still shoot and kill wolves from 100 meters away. From then on, whenever Wangdeneima came galloping over, singing loudly, those Soviet experts would absolutely retreat in disarray, so frightened that they never dared to mention the word "wine" again in front of him.

  Let's talk about our team leader and instructor's drinking capacity. With over 70 degrees of Northeastern widow's burning knife, one person can drink three kilograms and still drive and shoot guns like a fierce warrior!

  Pour us some wine?

  Are these Russian soldiers already drunk before they even drink?

  That big guy Jiang Kuan's grandson might look at me with a careless expression and say, "Bald head, don't be too confident." These Russian military uncles are of different breeds and their physiques are all top-notch strong, if it really is the case that many bully the few, then we're in trouble!

  I just watched as Big Mao and several Russian soldiers were whispering to each other, all of them staring at me while they whispered. I quickly secretly stuffed the pill into my mouth.

  Drinking too much is never good.

  And I really want to see what kind of stuff these Russian military guys are made of!