Super Special Forces King

Chapter 338 Live Ammunition Training

338.

Hearing Mike's words, Zhang Feng quickly walked up to the second floor and came to his room.

Mike pointed to the computer screen and said, "Brother Feng, look at this. Last time we were attacked by an unknown force. There was no identification mark on the opponent, but I still found some clues!"

"This mercenary group is called the Fire Ant Mercenary Group. Their military uniforms are exactly the same as those worn on the corpses left at the time, and their station is in a mountainous area fifty kilometers east of Rwanda. The exact location is unknown! After the attack failed, The direction of their retreat is also towards the east, which just confirms my point of view."

Zhang Feng's sight stayed on the uniform of the Fire Ant Mercenary Corps. On the armband is a huge red ant. It's just that when performing the task, the other party obviously removed the armband.

Nodded slightly, agreeing with Mike's judgment.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't got a firm foothold just after coming to Rwanda. This fire ant mercenary group was about to kill itself, and it was time to settle this account.

"Mike, have you figured out the size of this mercenary group? And the background behind it?"

"Brother Feng, the size of this mercenary group is not small, at least about 300 people. However, the people admitted are refugees from near Rwanda, and the combat effectiveness is not strong!"

Hearing that, Zhang Feng nodded. At that time, he rushed back to the city to fight back against the mercenaries. He found that these mercenaries had average combat effectiveness, and their response to sudden changes was even weaker. Now it seems that this fire ant mercenary group is really a group mob.

"Okay, Mike. You continue to search for the fire ant mercenary group. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle."

Zhang Feng returned to the living room, calculating in his mind how to get the fire ant mercenary group at the least cost.

Although the opponent is composed of a rabble, the opponent's number is as many as three hundred, and the combatants that can be known on his side are three, including himself. Two of them are not particularly adapted to fighting.

With a little carelessness, it is possible to fulfill the old saying that ants often kill elephants.

...

The next day, Zhai Qiang and Zhao Qiang sent $4,000 to Pingsang, along with a list of purchases.

Seeing the list, Pingsang was shocked and couldn't help but ecstatic!

The most profitable part of the arms business is not guns and bullets, but these accessories!

Zhai Qiang completely put on a businessman's face, pressing the price of everything to death. In the end, the total price of all the arms and materials still exceeded one million US dollars.

The price was similar to what Zhai Qiang had estimated in his mind, so he asked Zhao Qiang to open the suitcase he was carrying, which contained neatly arranged colorful new dollar bills.

Seeing the money, Pingsang’s eyes suddenly flashed red, and he reached out to get it, but was blocked by Zhai Qiang, and smiled: "Mr. Pingsang, we seem to have not completed the last transaction. We will take the money now. Is it a bit too anxious."

Pingsang smiled awkwardly, retracted his hand angrily, and said quickly: "Don't worry! I can trust Zhao and your credibility. There is no need to find another time and place to trade. I will let people prepare it now, you guys. You can take it away when you leave!"

Zhai Qiang sneered secretly in his heart, shopping malls have no reputation at all, and businessmen's pursuit of profit is the essence. And this illegal arms transaction is even more so, where the credibility can't be the cash in his hands.

Although he thought so, Zhai Qiang showed a satisfied smile in front of him. He slowly pushed the suitcase to Pingsang and said with a smile: "Mr. Pingsang, now I can order some money."

The dollars in the suitcase are all in bundles, each bundle of ten thousand dollars, exactly twenty bundles neatly.

Ping Sang was so excited that his palms trembled slightly, and his nose was violently sniffing the scent that it was emitting today.

"No problem, no problem. Fifteen days later, we will trade! One day in advance, I will call Zhao the specific time and place of the transaction. When that happens, we will pay the money and deliver the goods!" Pingsang said.

Neither Zhai Qiang nor Zhao Qiang had any objections. After saying goodbye to the room, Ping Sang's men carried the first batch of goods onto the jeep that Zhao Qiang drove over.

In accordance with Zhang Feng's order, the two drove around the city in a large circle, and returned to the house after making sure that no one was following them.

After Zhang Feng inspected twenty guns and found that there were no problems with the bullets, he said, "Starting today, all of you will practice shooting for an hour every night."

Zhang Feng didn't care about bullets. Sharpshooters are not born, and the shooting feel and precision are fed by bullets.

Both Zhao Qiang and Johnson looked excited. Zhai Qiang and Mike didn't have much interest.

The former's mind lies in strategy and money, while the latter's all interests are on the computer Internet.

Zhang Feng would not hesitate to think so many of them, no matter who they are, they must conduct shooting training.

...

At night, everyone got into the transformed basement under Zhang Feng's order.

"There are three shooting positions, lying, kneeling, and standing! At the same time, any gun has recoil, and different guns have different recoil. The AK-47 in my hand has a huge recoil. Once I can’t control it, it will not only throw bullets. Shooting into the sky can even cause wounds to the shooter’s wrists. Similarly, the recoil of USP is less than that of the Desert Eagle. Therefore, Zhai Qiang, you and Mike both use M4A1 and USP for training first. Second strong son, you and Qiang Sen uses the AK-47. Everyone starts practicing with a burst of shots, and then shoots in bursts!"

Zhang Feng did not continue to say too much, although bullets can feed the feeling and precision of shooting, but the real master must be a high enough talent!

The chaotic gunshots of ‘Da Da Da’ sounded constantly in the basement, because the basement space is narrow, especially after the installation of soundproofing materials, the sound can not escape, and it is easy to damage the eardrum. Everyone's ears are stuffed with thick cotton balls.

Mike's body is the weakest, even the USP, which has the smallest recoil among the four guns, is difficult to control.

Zhang Feng frowned slightly, walked to his side, and said, “Don’t think about using your body’s strength to resist the recoil. Even if Johnson’s power is forcibly opposed to the AK-47’s recoil, it can be done. , But the wrist must be damaged for a long time."

"Try to adapt to the recoil, and then use the body's bones and muscles to shake off the recoil. Only in this way can the shooting state be maintained for a long time, rather than causing soreness and pain in the arm muscles."