Special Forces: I am really a hygienist

Using the ability of Eagle Eye and God's Perspective, He Qiu quickly cleared the sharp pins on his own track that were distributed at irregular intervals.

Seeing this, He Qiu snorted coldly in his heart, "Sure enough, the commander guessed it, these Goryeo sticks are playing tricks again!"

Thinking of this, He Qiu looked at Zhang Tianzhi and the others beside him out of the corner of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Next, when the competition starts, you will all line up in a vertical line behind me and advance according to my leading line." "

Remember, don't go out of the queue by yourself, the Goryeo stick has done

something on our track!" Hearing

this, Zhang Tianzhi and the others were suddenly taken aback, and at the same time they were a little puzzled: "What did the Goryeo people do on our track?"

and "How did Captain He know about this?"

But despite this, Zhang Tianzhi and the others still nodded and said in a deep voice: "Got it, Captain He!"

As he spoke, the referee standing on the side of the starting line of the competition track had already raised his starting pistol.

"Ready!"

He Qiu bent down slightly, and at the same time accumulated strength under his feet, his sharp eyes stared at the predetermined shooting location at the end of the 800-meter runway, and the whole person's body was like a grassland cheetah ready to go.

Bang!

As the starting gun rang out, He Qiu took the lead in kicking his feet, and the whole person was like a pitch-black arrow, dragging an invisible afterimage, and galloping out directly against the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Tianzhi and the others also followed He Qiu's instructions just now, and the four of them lined up in a team one after another, and rushed out closely behind He Qiu.

On the other side, everyone from the Goryeo Hunter Wind Squad also rushed out of the starting line of the runway as soon as possible under the leadership of the captain Han Mingzhe.

Han Mingzhe kept exerting force under his feet, running wildly along the runway towards the finish line with all his might, while glancing at the voices of He Qiu and the others on the other side with the corner of his eye, while constantly sneering in his heart.

"Wait, you Yanguo monkeys will look good later!" He

Qiu led Zhang Tianzhi and the others behind him, avoiding the scattered pushpins on the runway all the way, and along the shortest path that had been planned in his heart, he kept speeding up and rushing towards the finish shooting position.

Along the way, Luo Feng, who was in the third position in the queue, spotted the pushpins scattered everywhere under his feet, and immediately burned with anger in his eyes: "Fuck, these dog-day Koryo sticks

!" "If I have a chance to fight them next time, Lao Tzu will have to pick their skins

!" Hearing this, He Qiu, who led the team to gallop continuously, took the time to scold: "Don't talk! Maintain your strength and steady your breathing!"

Luo Feng nodded obediently, then stopped speaking, and continued to follow behind and run wildly.

Seeing He Qiu and the others rushing forward all the way without hindrance, and in an instant, they had already crossed most of the track, and Han Mingzhe on the other side finally discovered the problem.

"Damn!, why are those Yanguo monkeys still running so fast?!"

"Have all those artificial obstacles been cleared?"

"Or those idiots didn't follow the commander's orders at all!?".

Seeing that his team had been completely thrown out of position by He Qiu and the others, Han Zheming was anxious and angry in his heart, and he just kept looking at the back of the last person in He Qiu's team out of the corner of his eye.

In the next second, Han Zheming heard a burst of exclamations from the stands around him.

When Han Zheming came back to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly led the entire team to deviate from the original direction and ran directly on the adjacent Yanguo team track.

Under normal circumstances, the side that deviates from the track will definitely be directly judged to lose!

Fortunately, the referee of the United States who is in charge of this competition directly selectively turned his eyes blind and has not blown the whistle.

Seeing this, Han Mingzhe, who was in a state of frantic running, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and continued to lead his team members to catch up along Yan Guofang's track.

At the same time, Jin Zhengmin, who was sitting in the stands, watched He Qiu's team gradually approach the finish shooting position, and his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and at the same time scolded in his heart: "Axi! These fools, didn't they put obstacles on the Yanguo track!

?" "Damn, dare not carry out my orders?"

"These bastards should all be sent to a military court!"

But before Kim Jung-min could react, a scream on the track immediately attracted his attention again.

In the next second, Kim Jung-min hurriedly followed the prestige.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Kim Jung-min suddenly even exploded in his lungs.

At the moment just now, the three members at the end of the Wind Hunter Team unfortunately stepped on the pushpins arranged by their own people, and immediately fell to the ground one by one with their feet in pain, screaming again and again.

In the blink of an eye, the only five players in the entire Wind Hunting Team were the captain Han Mingzhe and the young baby-faced soldier Han Yongjun.

Fortunately, at this moment, the two of them have completed the distribution range of the pins, and the track from behind them is unimpeded, and they have not encountered other obstacles.

Seeing this, Han Mingzhe glanced at the team members who fell on the track behind him with the corner of his eye with some fear, and then tried to stabilize his mind, and continued to chase forward with the only remaining Han Yongjun.

At the same time, Han Mingzhe was still gasping slightly, adjusting his breathing, and whispered in relief: "Yongjun, pay attention to your step, follow me

!" "As long as you're okay, we still have a chance!"

"Yes!"

Gao Shiwei in the stands saw the three Goryeo special forces who fell to the ground on the track, and glanced at Kim Zhengmin, who was a little angry and ruined beside him, and suddenly his heart blossomed: "I know that you Goryeo sticks are not well!"

"Now you can be said to be lifting a stone to shoot yourself in the foot, you deserve it!"

Thinking of this, Gao Shiwei turned his gaze to the track again, looked at the five Yanguo soldiers who had reached the finish shooting position, and finally focused his eyes on He Qiu, who was the leader.

"He Qiu, well done!" "Next, don't let me down!"

At

the same time, He Qiu

and the others had already taken the lead and came to the designated position for the 400-meter fixed-point shooting.

Immediately afterwards, He Qiu, who was running at the front of the team, immediately picked up the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand without hesitation, and firmly pointed at the bullseye at 400 meters in a straight line.

On the other side, Han Mingzhe of the Goryeo Hunting Wind Team and Han Yongjun, the shooting model of the whole team, also arrived at their own shooting target platform in the next second.

But before Han Yongjun stepped forward and touched the body of the gun...

In the next second, there were bursts of crisp gunshots from the Yanguo shooting platform.

Bang, bang, bang....

In just a few breaths, He Qiu had already finished the thirty rounds in the magazine in one go!