The gunshots are all very crisp and belong to the rifle.

Everyone stood up well, only the horse fell down.

The special round warhead of the rifle shot through the huge urethra of snowflakes. The somewhat erratic trajectory instantly stirred the horse's brain into a ball of paste. The horse's corpse, whose limbs were still twitching, proved that the rifle's 1800 ruler was not a decoration.

Liu Lang was not sure to kill Zhu Yuanzhang with one shot, but he used accurate shooting skills to tell everyone that he could leave Zhu Yuanzhang.

Staying is even more terrible than dying.

This is almost everyone's subconscious thought. A full mile distance can kill the horse with one shot. Liu Lang's gun technique that is beyond everyone's imagination is shocking. But Liu Lang's anger, who did not hit someone, insisted on hitting the horse, made people feel even more chilled. If he were Zhu Yuanzhang, he would definitely pick up the gun and break himself.

Didn't you see that he was now jumping around like a crazy big horse monkey? He must have been crazy because of what he did just now. He could have ridden his horse and left, if he hadn't been to take the scourge on Chief Ji.

No one would think that Ji Yanxue would survive Zhu Yuanzhang's gun. At only two meters, even a pig could hit it with one shot!

But why did Chief Ji still stand up well? He didn't even stagger? Could it be that the Browning in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand was just a good person? A series of questions suddenly popped up in everyone's mind, and it was impossible to explain the unscientific scene in front of him.

Only Liu Lang smiled with relief. When he heard the sound of the gunshots of the same rifle, Liu Lang knew that he had bet right.

It wasn't betting that he could kill Xuehuachao with one shot, but that he finally bet on the right person, someone who no one expected.

Since Mo Xiaomao rushed into Gou's house to explain the situation clearly to him and tried his best to rescue Ji Yanxue, Liu Lang started to bet. According to the psychology of hostages, they were destined to leave the place they thought was dangerous. The bandits either wanted cars or planes. It seems that there was no one who could run faster than people except horses. Zhu Yuanzhang's request to leave the city and horses can be said to be completely within Liu Lang's expectations, and even Liu Lang had already counted him as he was at the end of the position he stood.

All villains must talk nonsense with the protagonist before leaving, not because they have to leave the protagonist with the opportunity to deal with them. From a psychological perspective, it is called catharsis. After leaving the huge fear, normal people will vent, and use the language and actions of humiliating their opponents to vent the fear they have suffered.

However, Liu Lang did not expect that Zhu Yuanzhang was very cautious and was one mile away from his sight, exceeding the distance he could shoot the enemy in one shot.

Liu Lang could only bet that Mo Xiaomao, who had lurked into the fortifications excavated by the Independence Group, was as far away as the city gate, the closer he was to him.

The newly-joined Mo Xiaomao never said that he could shoot, but his habitual squinting action of his left eye made Liu Lang unconsciously have an illusion that this little guy would not start aiming with his right eye from his womb! That is a characteristic that only Liu Lang, who has been a sniper, can feel.

Of course, Liu Lang had to bet that, except for Mo Xiaomao, the veterans with the most accurate marksmanship of the entire Independent Regiment had no time to notify the lurking.

Now, the sound of two rifles sounded, proving that he was right after all. Browning M1911 would naturally not be a good product. Although copycats have begun to become popular in this era, high-end products like Browning are really not able to be copied in China, otherwise they would not be equipped with battalion-level officers or above.

Mo Xiaomao jumped up from the trench, holding a gun and pressing towards Zhu Yuanzhang, who was swaying his hands and jumping in pain.

The rifle in his hand is really a good gun, much better than the earth-shocking rifle he had taken for six years. His father once told him that when tigers and hungry wolves open their mouths, they are actually the time when they reveal their biggest flaws. When they fire at this time, the bullets can directly contact their softest internal organs through their huge mouths, and then kill them with one shot.

Before leaving, the commander also warned him that the human brain was shot, and there were still three seconds before he died completely. The instinctive convulsion of the biological limbs could still make him pull the trigger.

So, Mo Xiaomao chose to pull the trigger the moment Zhu Yuanzhang grinned and hit his fingers that pulled the trigger. His fingers were gone. No matter how instinctively the limbs twitched, it had nothing to do with pulling the trigger.

For this shot, Mo Xiaomao kept his posture still for a full stick of incense. The time for a stick of incense was not long, but Mo Xiaomao seemed to have passed a whole century. Because, this time his goal was no longer a bear or a wild boar, but a finger a hundred feet away.

Opposite the gun was Chief Ji, the beautiful and gentle woman, not just the chief, but in Mo Xiaomao's eyes, she was still the eldest sister who had already married a foreign land and could only stay in her memory.

This shot cannot be lost, even if you use your own life to exchange it, you cannot be lost.

Mo Xiaomao shot the most accurate shot in his life.

Although in the years that followed, he fired countless more accurate shots, 1,000 meters away from the head of the Black Hawk Lieutenant General, and 500 meters away from the shocking record of killing a squad full of Black Hawks.

The "Impermanence" combination super sniper, who is regarded as the king of snipers in the world, still believes that this shot is the most important and accurate shot in his life, and there is no record that can surpass it.

This shot was accurate enough, so accurate that Liu Lang couldn't help but sweat when he was inspecting it later. He didn't expect Mo Xiaomao to be so bold.

The round-headed bullet straddled a distance of 100 meters and hit the Browning round-hole trigger at a nearly completely vertical angle. While knocking the trigger away, it also took away Zhu Yuanzhang's fingers that were about to exert force.

But if the slight deviation is slight, the huge impact of the bullet can completely replace the force of the fingers. While breaking the trigger, it triggers the pistol shooting. What's even more terrifying is that due to the impact of the pistol, the muzzle sways slightly, and the 11mm caliber bullet will most likely take away Ji Yanxue Ruhua's life.

But Ji Yanxue is very lucky. Mo Xiaomao's shooting skills are more accurate than most veterans who have been on the battlefield countless times.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very unlucky. Liu Lang was better than him, not only the guns in his hand, but also the soldiers under him.

A soldier whose marksmanship is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, the soldier who calls Xiaodai.
Chapter completed!