Chapter 26: Same soldiers, why such a big difference?

  This time, the team members who came to Hong Kong for the mission were still selected by Zhang Hang, including him and Zhao Zilong, with a total of 25 members. They are now stationed at the Flying Tiger Corps headquarters in Hong Kong, and all 36 members of the Flying Tiger Corps who will be executing the mission have arrived and are ready to depart.

  The Flying Tigers' base is nestled in the mountains and by the water, with a picturesque landscape and an extremely advantageous geographical location. From here, you can reach any destination in Hong Kong within half an hour by helicopter or within an hour by car.

  The training equipment in the headquarters is complete, and everything is available. Compared with Shenyang Training Camp, it only lacks a large area of mountains and forests. Indeed, Hong Kong does not need the Flying Tigers to conduct jungle warfare at all.

  At this moment, the Flying Tiger comrades are surrounding Chu and asking him all sorts of questions. It's no wonder, the Flying Tigers usually only have a few types of equipment suitable for urban warfare, where have they seen so many advanced equipment suitable for all-around combat? These Hong Kong special forces elites are like Liu Xianglian entering the Grand View Garden, not only is it their first time, but also an eye-opener!

  The Flying Tigers comrades asked most often: What unit are you?

  The answer is very simple: we are also mainland Flying Dragon team, just like you.

  So now their attention is focused on weapons.

  "Brother, is this an M134 Minigun? Why is one barrel missing? I remember Schwarzenegger had six barrels when he was sweeping with it." A Flying Tiger team member asked, touching Ximen Ding's treasure.

  "That's right. In Schwarzenegger's hands, it was a six-shooter, but in my hands, it became a five-shooter. You think old Schwarzenegger is so strong, holding a six-shooter is no problem at all. I don't have as much strength as him, so I can only hold a five-shooter, making do with it."

  The team member listened and was stunned for half a day, constantly thinking about the credibility of Ximen Ding's words.

  And He Lian Guang's sniper rifle made them even more frightened, this is the legendary super sniper who can fight independently without an observer.

  "It's said that when this sniper rifle fires, it produces a huge blast of air. The observer next to him can't even stand still. At the same time, the massive blast easily reveals the sniper's position to the enemy, so you also have another nickname, 'cannon fodder sniper'. Is that right?" a Flying Tiger team member asked.

  "Wrong!"

  "What's wrong? What's wrong with it?"

  "You're wrong about the two words 'legendary', this isn't a legend, it's real!" He Lian Guang's tone was very calm.

  "Super Sniper!" The team member sighed at last.

  "You're wrong again, with our boss around, I'm not considered a super sniper. The guy in his hand, even if you stand 3000 meters away, unless you find a hole to hide in and he can't see you, otherwise you won't be able to save your life." He Lian Guang said slowly and eerily.

  "Wow! Is it that awesome? Not to mention the quality of the bullets themselves, at 3000 meters away, just the wind speed, temperature and air humidity have a huge impact on accuracy." A Flying Tiger team member said. It seems he is also a sniper, otherwise how could he hit the nail on the head.

  "Wow, still don't believe it? Our boss hit the target ten times with only one bullet hole left. Can you do that? Do you know what 'hitting every shot' means? That's used to describe our boss's marksmanship."

  He Lian Guang's face was full of anger: "Young man, anything can happen! You know?"

  "Ghosts, what's heard is false, what's seen is true. What's the point of talking nonsense with them? If they don't believe it, let's give them a demonstration, have a shooting and fighting competition, and make them convinced!"

  Chu Lin shouted from the side: "You choose two representatives for yourselves, our two opponents will be chosen by you!"

  "Alright, we won't choose anyone else, just the two of you. We have two people with the best marksmanship and three who are the most skilled in hand-to-hand combat, let's..."

  "It's settled, you guys don't need to discuss it anymore. Either we go up together or have a wheel war, both are fine. However, I have a proposal: the losing side has to treat the winning side to a drink, and it must be authentic Guizhou Maotai! Chu Lei's wine addiction is acting up again."

  "Alright! It's settled then. Let's go, to the shooting range!"

  More than 50 people rushed to the shooting range in a chaotic manner, Zhao Zilong and Flying Tiger Team Captain Pang Yunfei did not stop them, both sides wanted to see each other's strength.

  The arena was packed with people. Everyone was watching the three people in front of the target with bated breath, quietly waiting for their showdown.

  Two Flying Tigers pilots exchanged a smile, showing an extremely relaxed attitude. This was their shooting range, they had the upper hand in terms of time, geography and manpower.

  Besides, as the only two snipers of Flying Tigers, they certainly have great confidence in their marksmanship. At least on this land of Hong Kong, they are the strongest.

  In stark contrast to the calm expressions of the "Flying Dragon" team members, the other members of the Flying Tiger team were excited and full of anticipation, finally able to see the legendary cannon fodder sniper's performance, expecting their own sniper to defeat this cannon fodder sniper and bring glory to the Flying Tigers.

  He Lian Guang simply stood there, his sniper rifle already slung over his back, and the other fully automatic assault rifle propped on his shoulder. His face was expressionless, making it impossible for anyone to read his thoughts.

  Ahead, the target has been set up.

  "I'm a guest, I shouldn't be impolite, you guys go first!" He Lian Guang opened his mouth and spat out a sentence.

  One of the Flying Tigers' snipers was also merciless, raising his sniper rifle and firing a burst of shots, "bang, bang, bang". After ten rounds, he put down his gun and stood still, waiting for the results.

  "Ninety-seven ring!" The crowd heard clearly, ten shots in thirty seconds, it's a good score.

  "Beautiful!" The Flying Tigers cheered in admiration.

  Another Flying Tiger sniper smiled warmly at He Lian Guang and raised his rifle to take aim.

  "Bang, bang, bang" is also ten shots.

  "Bullseye ninety-eight!" The spotter's voice was slightly more excited than before.

  Another cheer rose from the Flying Tigers' camp.

  The sniper put away his gun and made a gesture of invitation to He Lian Guang.

  With a "click", the assault rifle that was just on He Lian Guang's shoulder is now level with his arm.

  Immediately afterwards, a burst of rapid gunfire rang out. Fifty seconds and twenty shots later, the shooting range fell silent.

  Everyone is waiting for the final result to be revealed.

  "Bullseye, 200 rings!" Just as everyone's patience was about to run out, the target reporter's surprised cry came through.

  In the distance, Pang Yunfei had already detected something unusual from the cheers, this was not the familiar cheers he was used to, it was clearly from the other side, Flying Tiger Team lost in terms of marksmanship.

  Khalan Guang still expressionlessly put away his gun, as if he had just completed a very ordinary task, without any worth boasting about.

  The Flying Tigers around him had complex expressions that couldn't hide their surprise in their hearts, and now they could only pin their hopes on the fight.

  Three team members who were originally relaxed and ready to fight had their expressions changed, from He Lian Guang's marksmanship, it can be seen that his fighting skills must be extraordinary, otherwise he wouldn't dare to boast that taking on three people at once was no big deal.

  But they couldn't bring themselves to do it together, so in the end they decided to go one on one.

  Twenty minutes later, the game ended.

  "Was it sincere? What was the outcome?" Pang Yunfei asked, although he had a hunch in his heart.

  "We lost miserably! That He Lian Guang scored 20 shots in a row, all hitting the bullseye, with a total score of 200. Our two best shooters only got 98 and 97 rings respectively; our three hand-to-hand combat brothers couldn't even last three minutes against Chu Li, and were defeated one by one. In the end, when the three of them fought together, they still lost within ten minutes. According to them, their deputy captain Zhang Hang is a pervert, and can only be described in three words!"

  "What about those three words?" Pang Yunfei asked in pursuit.

  "It's not a human!" Chi Cheng said: "I was entrusted by my brothers to come and ask Zhang Hang to show off his skills!"

  "Oh! So that's how it is."

  Pang Yunfei was shocked, then let out a sigh and said: "How about it, Deputy Zhang? Can you let us open our eyes?"

  "Alright! Brother, I'll make a fool of myself then!" Zhang Hang knew he couldn't shirk it off and had no choice but to agree.

  They walked slowly towards the shooting range, with ten targets already in sight, about thirty meters away from the shooting range. Zhang Hang stopped and turned his head to Pang Yunfei, saying: "Let's do something special, let's not shoot at the bullseye, but at the target itself!"

  Before Pang Yunfei finished speaking, Zhang Hang's two feet took a step forward, and his entire body suddenly shot out like an arrow. The sniper rifle that was previously slung over his shoulder had become one with his arm, and just as his body was about to touch the ground, there was a loud "bang" as the gun fired, and the first target fell to the ground.

  Pang Yunfei couldn't help but stare, less than 2 seconds later, the first target fell down, could it be that his eyes were playing tricks on him? He rubbed his eyes hard, and still clearly saw Zhang Hang make a beautiful roll, followed by another "bang" of a gunshot, and there was one less target on the shooting range.

  A string of dizzying standard military evasive maneuvers and feints blended together seamlessly, during which he flowed through the crowd like a cloud, his sniper rifle "Bang, bang, bang..."; firing eight shots in succession, the entire shooting range was left empty, not a single target remaining.

  Seeing Zhang Hang put away his sniper rifle as if nothing had happened, Pang Yunfei took a cold breath.

  Awesome!

  Awesome!

  Maybe he's really not human? Otherwise, how could he be so formidable?! Now this is the only thought left in Pang Yunfei's mind.

  Alas! We are all soldiers, how can there be such a big difference?!

  "I heard Chu Li's voice beside my ear: 'Wow, boss, 18 seconds, 0.5 seconds faster than last time. Thanks a lot, I won another bottle of fine wine Maotai. Ghost, willing to gamble and admit defeat, don't forget to send that bottle of Maotai over after you go back. Hehe!'" Two sinister laughs were left behind.

  Everyone is used to his opportunistic gambling style, but this kid is lucky, and every time he bets on Zhang Hang, he wins.

  "General Zhao, truly a strong general has no weak soldiers! Comparing people is suffocating! Come on, let's go drink!"; Pang Yunfei pulled Zhao Zilong, who was still trying to be modest, towards the Flying Tiger Team's cafeteria, shouting loudly: "Brothers, let's go eat! Chi Cheng, go fetch a box of Maotai!"

  "Yes!"

  In an instant, the Flying Tigers' canteen was overcrowded, with cups and plates clinking together on the tables, and after dinner, it was a mess, exhausting the aunt who cleaned up.