Ace Sniper: Husband is Going To Fall Down

Zong Mingzhe nodded, "You have a crisis this time, and the people they invited are more powerful than me."

Feng Xuelan was surprised, Zong Mingzhe was also a arrogant person, would he actually say that someone is better than him?

"Who is it?" She was even more curious.

Zong Mingzhe smiled and told her, "You have also met that person, that is, He Yaoshi who met in Alice Paradise, our Captain He."

When he heard the name mentioned, Feng Xuelan's mind buzzed.

He Yaoshi!

The person invited by the reconnaissance company turned out to be him!

"It turns out..." Feng Xuelan tried not to show anything strange, and said to Zong Mingzhe, "That person is better than you..."

"That person is very attentive and good at using strategy. It's hard to fight him."

It seems that Zong Mingzhe is convinced by He Yaoshi.

Feng Xuelan gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed up to fight Zong Mingzhe again.

Zong Mingzhe blocked Feng Xuelan's attack and asked in confusion, "What are you doing? Aren't you tired?"

Feng Xuelan was actually tired a long time ago, but the anger in her heart still had to go down.

"I want to see how good you are! I want to know, if He Yaoshi who is more powerful than you, can I beat him!"

Zong Mingzhe smiled, and while resisting waves of attacks from the wind and snow, he had to be careful to protect her, lest this woman get so "fierce" and hurt herself.

"It's a good thing to be competitive, but if you want to compare with Captain He, it's too unrealistic."

Feng Xuelan's fists were trembling, and Zong Mingzhe couldn't let her be such a fool. Taking advantage of her rushing over, Zong Mingzhe cleverly wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tightly, like a beast that tamed a fierce temper, let her gradually calm down.

"Then you say, if I continue to practice like this, how long will it take to beat that He Yaoshi?" Feng Xuelan struggled for a while, and found that she couldn't get rid of this man's arms, so she simply relaxed and leaned softly. He was breathing heavily.

She is really exhausted!

Zong Mingzhe held the soft wind and snow in this way, and whispered in her ear, "If I only talk about grappling and fighting, I can still beat him. But our Captain He's greatness lies not in his grappling and fighting. The technical aspect lies in his planning and strategy, as well as the concept of the overall situation. You should know that when we fight, we make moves too fast. Many times we respond by instinct and muscle memory, but that person can Thinking of the strategy of defeating the enemy in an instant, this is where I can't compare to him."

Think of the strategy of defeating the enemy in an instant?

She rang suddenly.

Before the terrible gunfire sounded, she seemed to hesitate for some reason.

This kind of "hesitation" is definitely not something that came up in your heart, or something that came up in your mind, but a reaction to something at that moment.

Just like Zong Mingzhe said, when the move is too fast, the thinking of the brain cannot keep up with the movements of instinct and muscle memory.

So just before she fired the gun, there was something "impeded" that slowed her movement for a moment.

What is it?

After listening to Zong Mingzhe's words, such a flash of light flashed in her mind, but she had to think about the situation at the time again, wondering what caused her to slow down this fatal moment, but she couldn't think of it.

"You can restrain the enemy's strategy in an instant, brag!" Feng Xuelan murmured, "I think you and Chen Huofan are about the same, and they both like to help their company brag."

"This is not bragging." In fact, Feng Xuelan didn't believe this, as Zong Mingzhe expected. He explained to Feng Xuelan, “For example, when two people are fighting, using the direction of the light may obstruct the other’s sight for an instant. If you use the shadows of the surrounding things in a dark place, it may also cause the enemy to make mistakes. Judgment. Even a small action may make others misunderstand your intentions and then make corresponding judgments. These things may be easy to say, but it is actually very difficult to apply in combat. The appropriate benefits that can be used are, It's even more difficult."

Feng Xuelan understands what Zong Mingzhe said.

But he is right. He understands. In actual combat, everything happens in a flash. If you use "observation, thinking, and action" to do things, it is definitely not as effective as direct "action".

Lights, shadows, tiny movements...

The last moment of being a killer flashed in her mind.

She seemed to see it.

While He Yaoshi raised the gun, his whole body moved slightly to the right.

If it hadn't been for Zong Mingzhe to mention this today, she would not have even realized the slight movement of He Yaoshi's body at that time.

It was this little bit that swayed, as if a beam of light came from behind him.

It was like driving head-on, when the other party suddenly turned on the light and shook it. She is well-trained and, logically speaking, should not be blocked by a sudden fluctuation in her sight. But the situation at the time was that the two people were close to each other, and the duel between the masters was only a little slow, and she missed it.

Is that right?

Was it because of this that she died under He Yaoshi's gun?

This thought came out of Feng Xuelan's mind, as if a stone had been removed suddenly in her heart.

The opponent is "smart calculations to win", not "smart marksmanship to win", just this is very important to her!

Losing in calculations is more acceptable to her than losing in marksmanship.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zong Mingzhe's voice suddenly interrupted Feng Xuelan's thoughts. She turned her head to look and smiled, "If according to you, people rely on the brain to win, then you have a simple mind and well-developed limbs."

Zong Mingzhe was not angry either, and whispered in Feng Xuelan's ear, "I am not only well-developed, but also very stamina. Isn't it?"

What endurance he was talking about, Feng Xuelan couldn't be clearer!

The red clouds on the horizon shined through the top window of the window training hall, dyeing the faces of both people red.

Feng Xuelan struggled to break away from Zong Mingzhe's embrace and snorted at him, "Tomorrow I will tell Chen Huofan that you are molesting me during training!"

Zong Mingzhe laughed out loud.

Lifting her chin with her fingers, her face showed some evil, "Such a pretty little girl, of course I want to molest her."

Feng Xuelan raised it with a kick, kicking on his solid abdominal muscles. Zong Mingzhe was very cooperative, not only didn't block, but also ran a long way backwards.

"The little girl is really amazing, so let her spare her once today." He sighed, clutching his stomach and shaking his head.

Feng Xuelan was amused by him and burst into laughter.

This man is really "fickle". The cold guy in the past assumed that he would lose if he lost it. How can he still play treasures now?