Simon Haye glanced at the crow in the distance, then dipped his hand into his tongue calmly and felt it against the wind.

Then he pulled out a grass stem from the ground and held it in his mouth!

Then he calmly knelt down on one knee and put his arm on his knee as a support. Then he put the rifle on his arm!

There was silence all around, everyone was waiting to see this person from afar make a fool of themselves.

After about ten seconds, "Bang!" the gun rang out.

This bullet was a tracer bullet deliberately used by Simon Haye.

The bullet's light point carries a ballistic trajectory and flies towards the crow in the distance.

"Wow!" the Chechens exclaimed in unison.

Because as everyone witnessed, the tracer bullet accurately landed on the crow. The black crow, like a black leaf, fluttered from upstairs to the ground.

Everyone was shocked. They turned their heads with difficulty and looked at Simon Haye.

Unexpectedly, at such a long distance and without any calibration, the shot actually hit the target.

"Sharpshooter!" Someone shouted, and then all the Chechens shouted.

"You are so awesome." Dudayev came over to take a look at Simon Haye's rifle.

He even pulled the gun open and took a look at the bullets inside.

It's exactly the same as the gun I use!

"Don't look at it, it's the same weapon we gave you.

We hired these at high prices from the Nordic hunter group. They have been using this type of gun for a long time and are familiar with this type of rifle.

I believe that under their guidance, your warriors will soon have many sharpshooters.

I sent them here, firstly, to help you with shooting training, and secondly, to help you defend Grozny."

Moses Dayan looked at Dudayev and said.

"Guarding Grozny?" Dudayev was a little confused.

Grozny is located in the Caucasus Mountains. Not only is the terrain difficult, but it was also built as a fortress, making it absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack.

In Dudayev's mind, attacking Grozny was tantamount to suicide.

"Yes! According to our intelligence, that bitch Ekaterina has assembled three divisions of the Guards Corps and is preparing to go south to deal with you.

I guess they have already set off from Moscow." Moshe Dayan handed Dudayev a cigarette.

"Haha! Look at Grozny behind me. If the Russians dare to come, I will let them come back.

Do you know what Grozny means in Russian? It means terrible!"

Moshe Dayan followed Dudayev's finger and looked over!

Grozny is a hexagonal fortress as a whole. The Sunza River, which emerges from the mountain stream, roars and divides Grozny into two halves, with each bank becoming a fortress.

It is surrounded by a moat more than 20 meters wide, and the water in the moat is also diverted from the Sunzha River. The river is very fast and it is impossible to sail a boat at all.

There are forts built on each of the six corners. The old-fashioned artillery in the fort has been replaced by a 120mm howitzer assisted by Israel.

Behind the fort is the newly built anti-aircraft gun emplacement.

Each fort is equipped with three 25mm anti-aircraft guns.

No matter where the airship comes from, it will be torn into pieces by the dense fire net.

Such a big guy with a huge body and terrifyingly slow speed has no room to dodge in the air, so he can only fight hard.

If the army were to attack from outside, it would probably be impossible to take down the city wall without thirty-two thousand people dying.

"Let's go, my friend! Let's go to the city to drink, try our Chechen wines, and oh yes, there are beauties...!"

Dudayev laughed "ha" "ha" and asked Moses Dayan to go into the city with him.

Simon Haye, because he had just shown off his skills, was treated as a distinguished guest and invited into the city.

The mercenaries, surrounded by countless Chechens, walked into Grozny.

As he passed through the long dark city gate, Moshe Dayan touched the city wall.

The city wall is made of solid granite, and each piece weighs a ton. Looking at the thickness of the city gate, the city wall must be at least ten meters thick.

Even the powerful 120mm howitzer can't do anything against such a strong city wall.

Moshe Dayan had to admit that Dudayev's arrogance was well-founded.

Entering Grozny, another sight is in front of you.

Except for Central Avenue, the remaining roads are only two or three meters wide.

Moreover, the surrounding houses and courtyard walls are all made of hard granite.

Living in the Caucasus Mountains, how could there be a shortage of hard stones?

After walking Moses Dayan through several streets, the proud look on Dudayev's face became even more intense.

Almost every building here is a self-contained fortress, not only densely populated with shooting holes, but also connected by special tunnels underground.

And as we walked toward the center of Grozny, the roads became increasingly narrow. At the end, many of the forked paths were only two meters wide. If three people wanted to walk side by side, they would be scratched by a protruding stone from time to time.

Those stones are very wicked and have very sharp edges. And they are all on the forehead. If they hit it, there will definitely be a big gash.

"This is the earliest defensive method, called a protruding stone. Russians are relatively tall, and if this kind of stone hits the head, it will lift the scalp.

Relatively speaking, we Chechens are shorter and cannot be hit by ordinary people.

As long as some explosives are installed in such small alleys, the Russians can be dealt with very well.
Chapter completed!