Super Special Forces King

"Brothers, the training of instructors this time is to train our individual combat capabilities, but if we separate, he will kill them one by one. If we act together, we may kill the instructors."

"Yes, we have to divide into four groups, each with a leader!"

"But we have only one victor, how do we divide the spoils?"

"Whose bullet hit the instructor? Whose is it! If you want to do it alone, you can go now!"

"Okay, we start to choose the team leader. The team leader is the leader. He must obey the commander's orders, but the team will no longer exist after encountering the instructor. You can shoot freely. You don't need to follow the team leader's orders!"

"Who wants to be the leader of this group?"

Everyone was silent. The group leader is thankless. Who wants to do it?

"I'm here, who wants to follow me, come here!" Hua Yao stood up.

Among the veteran students, he is the only one from Huaxia.

His abilities are obvious to all, and his strength is very strong.

Whether in the army or in the training camp, everything depends on strength. Only with strong strength can you win the respect of everyone.

This is a place where the strong are respected.

Someone came to Hua Yao, more and more people, after a while, there will be more than 100 people.

Others are also teaming up.

No one wants to do it alone, because it is easy to be killed if the order is dropped.

Four groups, they gathered together to plan offensive routes.

The first requirement is not to give the instructors a chance to kill them;

The second is to kill the instructor.

In other words, you must first protect yourself, which is the self-protection of the entire group.

"Go!" I don't know who called such a sentence.

The four groups went in four directions and quickly disappeared.

At this time, Zhang Feng had already rushed to more than ten kilometers away with Sharapova and completely disappeared from the students' sight.

All of Zhang Feng and Sharapova's bodies are snow white, not all of them are snow but white parachutes, just cover them with a pair of eyes.

This goal is not big.

After half a day, Zhang Feng took Sharapova to a squat spot on a small hill of several tens of meters.

Squatting in the snow is the most difficult, because the snow on the back keeps increasing, and they will soon be buried.

And still can't move.

You can only move after dark.

"Right here, have you ever been an observer?"

After finding a perfect sniper spot and squatting down, Zhang Feng asked Sharapova.

"Yes!" Sharapova said excitedly.

She is happiest to be able to help Zhang Feng, so that she feels a sense of existence.

Zhang Feng took off the eight-fold mirror from the sniper rifle and gave it to her.

Then Zhang Feng said solemnly: "The squirrel on the pine tree about a thousand meters ahead!"

Sharapova looked with an eight-fold lens and barely could see the squirrel on a tree in front. Sharapova was amazed. How could Zhang Feng see such a long distance without a telescope? so amazing.

"See, it's moving!" Sharapova said.

In fact, Zhang Feng couldn't see it at all, he noticed it when he passed there just now.

"Look more clearly!"

Sharapova adjusted the eight-fold lens and saw that a polar snake bit the squirrel. The snake was wrapped around a branch and was dragging the squirrel up.

"You, how did you see it?" Sharapova couldn't help asking.

"I'll tell you later!" Zhang Feng said.

Zhang Feng can't say it now, because she can't believe it. Could it be that the genes in her body have been modified?

This is not feasible. The less people know about genetic modification, the better, and the safer Zhang Feng is.

"Huh..." Sharapova snorted coldly and continued to observe: "Do you want to shoot?"

Sharapova pulled off a piece of hair from her neck down jacket, held it in her hand, and the wind moved the hair slightly.

"Northwest wind, southerly, wind speed 0.1 second, you can shoot!"

Zhang Feng stretched out his tongue and said: "The northwest wind, with a skewness of 45 from north to south, and a southerly updraft, with a wind speed of 0.09 seconds!"

Then Zhang Feng squeezed the trigger, and only heard a crisp click, just the sound of a needle, no bullets.

Sharapova was stunned, so detailed! ! ?

Did he know it just by sticking out his tongue? Can the tongue be so powerful?

"You have done well, don't be discouraged!" Zhang Feng comforted her.

"how did you do it?"

"I'll tell you later!" Zhang Feng still said.

"you……"

Sharapova is about to collapse. She can’t wait to blast Zhang Feng’s head off with a shot at the tank. It’s so annoying.

But Sharapova resisted it, otherwise Zhang Feng would be abandoned here and all her efforts would be lost.

"They will pass here soon, don't expose it!" Zhang Feng said.

Sharapova looked around with an eight-fold mirror, and did not find any students coming, there was no movement, quietly, only the wind was blowing.

Although Sharapova did not see anyone, she still chose to believe Zhang Feng because he would not talk nonsense.

In less than ten minutes, a group of people appeared, and they soon came to the valley. They stopped outside the valley.

Zhang Feng nodded, but was very careful. This valley is the most suitable place for sniping, and they all took sniper rifles in Zhang Feng.

"They're in! Within range!"

Sharapova said softly, she doesn't need to be an observer now.

But Zhang Feng did not move, and did not stick out his tongue to measure the direction of the wind.

"Goal direction at seven o'clock!" Sharapova reminded.

But Zhang Feng still didn't move. Their speed was very fast, and they were about to jump out of the valley now. It would be too late if they didn't shoot.

Sharapova died in a hurry, reaching out to grab the gun in Zhang Feng's hand.

"Don't move!" Zhang Feng said coldly.

Sharapova has returned to her place. If it is put in normal times, she must take it away, so forget it today.

If it is normal, for others, Sharapova will not only **** it, but also beat him, at least a kick, now it is Zhang Feng, forget it.

At this moment, more than one hundred students passed by and soon disappeared in the snowy field.

Sharapova didn't understand, why not kill them, kill one is one.

"go!"

Zhang Feng stood up, and the wooden skateboard at his feet quickly descended the mountain.

"Feng, where are you going?"

Sharapova followed.

When the trainees passed by quickly, Zhang Feng took off his equipment and used tree bark to shave snow.

"Feng, what is this going to do? Is it a trap?"

Sharapova asked curiously.

"Correct!"

Sharapova couldn't help but become even more curious. How to dig this bark? The frozen soil under the snow can't be digged even with special tools?

But Sharapova did.