Chapter 125 Training Begins

Wu Xian's team took guns and was taken to the shooting range. It is said that it is a shooting range, but it is actually a wasteland that is unmanaged, with a few pieces of wood and a broken target.

For the bullet problem, several mercenaries threw them to the ground with sacks. There are various kinds of bullets inside. The bullets you want are all in it. Do you want them? Find it yourself.

After throwing this bag of bullets, several mercenaries hooked up with their shoulders and walked out, guarding this group of thoughtless guys to shoot. It's better to go out and smoke a few cigarettes and come happily.

Wu Xian watched several people go out, and his face relaxed slightly. He squatted down to open the sack, grabbed a bullet, and said, "All the people lined up different types of bullets, and the same type of bullets are arranged behind the same type of bullets. Go! Go! Go!"

Wu Xian grabbed the sack bag and gave everyone a bullet, and several of them with sniper rifles consciously observed around with guns to do a good job of vigilance.

A bag of bullets was quickly divided into everyone's hands. For Wu Xian's words, this group of transformation soldiers unconditionally obeyed. The military ideas forcibly indoctrinated in my mind immediately played a role. Each type of bullet and model knew where it should be placed at a glance. There is no extra action or extra sound, basically in a state of silence.

After a few minutes, all the bullets were arranged, and Wu Xian took the lead in taking the bullets he needed, enough for a magazine. Others also take the bullets they need in turn. There is no competition, and the quality of the soldiers is vividly reflected.

Wu Xian's SVD sniper rifle, an AK-47 and a pistol magazine were all full. For Barrett, Wu Xian did not load the bullets, but adjusted some of the above areas that needed to be corrected.

The other people's movements were also basically completed. The black man who made Wu Xian's attention stood still with six tubes, but there were a little few bullets and did not become a long bullet chain. The yellow-skinned Oriental, a PKM general machine gun, still has plenty of bullets and is installed on the belt, but the shaking grenade in front of his chest is very dazzling.

" Stand in a group with machine guns, stand in a group with rifles, and a group of sniper rifles." Wu Xian issued an order to form a special operations team.

All personnel immediately stood together according to the guns in their hands, but they maintained a stable formation. Even if they were attacked, they could fight back as soon as possible, and the snipers were tacitly looking for the best sniper location and alerting threats from afar.

When Wu Xian saw this scene, he nodded secretly. If this group of people followed him, the probability of his life being guaranteed would be greatly guaranteed.

Wu Xian took a few glances and counted the equipment and total number of all personnel. There are eight people with rifles, seven people carrying rifles and charging, five people with organic guns, and four people with sniper rifles plus themselves. In my mind, I also arrange a tactical team for everyone according to the most reliable tactical team.

"30 seconds, think about your code name!" Wu Xian is not easy to identify this group of people without any identity. For foreigners, except for their skin color and obvious body shape, Wu Xian feels exactly the same.

Before 30 seconds, someone began to call the code. "No. 1" "No. 2..." 24”

From the 1st to the 24th, everyone reported their own number except for the 13th in the middle. Wu Xian held the military card around his neck tightly, No. 13! A dazzling number flashed in Wu Xian's eyes. This group of people no longer had the ability to think independently, and the only remaining memory in their minds was the number of their experiments. This is a nudity!

Wu Xian held the damn military card in his right hand, and the wound that had not been good cracked again. The red blood stained the number 13. Originally, it symbolized an unlucky number in the West, and he felt more and more ominous.

"One day, I will let you have your own names!" Wu Xian silently swore in his heart, let go of the military card in his hand, and said to a group of people underground: "A commander, a scout, two assaulters, two firefighters, and a sniper. Three tactical groups, free combination!"

Originally, I wanted to arrange them according to the best tactical teams I thought, but now I feel that Wu Xian really can't say this kind of code. Although it is a free combination, it is basically combined according to the tactical group in Wu Xian's mind.

"All personnel, tactical combination formation, double arrow attack formation!" Wu Xian took the lead in rushing out and played the role of the assaulter. The people behind him automatically changed roles and advanced without dead corners.

With a "bang", Wu Xian took the lead in firing and hit the target in the distance. The personnel behind him also began to fire at any high target in the distance or near.

After advancing 50 meters, Wu Xian shouted, "F flank encirclement tactics!" The three teams immediately changed their formation, and the role of the personnel consciously changed. The gunfire sounded one after another!

Seeing that the bullet consumption was a little heavy, Wu Xian immediately said, "Change the formation! Pocket encirclement tactics!"

Although more than 20 people were divided into three groups, the three groups of people were like a whole centered on Wu Xian, tacitly executing various instructions issued by Wu Xian.

Several tactical formations ran down, and the bullets in the gun had been exhausted. Wu Xian's unhappy mood was also slightly better. Seeing that he and Barrett's bullets had not been finished, Wu Xian set up a gun, loaded the bullet, and shot at the stone in the distance. At the same time, he let out an injured roar of the beast.

The stones were scattered everywhere by Barrett bullets. The original stones, in front of this large-caliber sniper rifle, are the same as the quality of inferior engineering, and absolutely not guaranteed.

It was not until the needle hit the empty gun fiercely that Wu Xian stopped and carried SVD and AK-47 on Barrett's shoulder. The eyes also regained their indifference. Looking at the reformers around him, all the language systems are self-closed. Soon there was a look in his eyes!

Hearing the end of the gunfire, several smoking mercenaries also came back, but as soon as they saw this scene, their mouths were longer than the horse's face. There was no goal that could be set at the scene. Even a few small trees were broken and fell to the ground, and several originally large stones have now successfully lost weight, a full circle, and the ground is full of bullet shells and bullet holes. If I hadn't known that this place used to be a shooting range, I would have thought I had come to a small troubled country in Africa.

However, I was surprised, but the instructors in the training camp are not so easy to talk to. For this group of reformers, those instructors are also full of face. They can let them choose weapons and familiarize themselves with their own weapons, while ordinary newcomers can only learn how to save their lives first. , just fired a tattered gun. There is no such good fortune as this group of reformers, but then again, this group of reformers earn hundreds of times and thousands of times more than the money of newcomers on the battlefield.

Several mercenaries took Wu Xian, a group of remodelers, to a playground, and a stout man with a desert digital camouflage bonnet stood in the center of the playground. Two or thirty people stood in front of him. When they saw Wu Xian coming, they immediately scolded loudly, "You shit, do you know how much time I have wasted? Even if you are the machines that can make money in Jiuju, you have wasted my precious life.

Wu Xian and others came to stand aside and prepared to follow the man's next instructions. As soon as the man saw Wu Xian standing in the front, the people behind him were vaguely surrounded and guarded Wu Xian. He spit on Wu Xian and spit on Wu Xian's trouser legs. Chinese people? Korean stick?"

The man seemed to think of something. He laughed and said a lot of bird words, but Wu Xian remembered him, because there was a word in the middle. Wu Xian heard it clearly, and only one person would have the first reaction to call the Z people. However, Wu Xian still had no expression on his face and listened quietly. Stand in the line, you stupid pigs!" The R people scolded loudly.

"I'm your instructor! I'm here to practice your group of rubbish. Teach you to fight, remember not to hold your hand when you take action, or you will die miserably! There is no law, no human rights, and no shit convention here! If you want to live, try your best to defeat your enemies! There is no chance on the battlefield. If you want to live, try your best to become a mad dog!" As soon as the man from R talked on the phone, some newcomers looked a little pale.

"Hey, your doomsday is coming. Accept the challenge! Poor rookies. May the gods bless you to stand here completely tomorrow. The man from R said and rubbed his hands with an excited face. At the same time, a group of mercenaries with steel pipes and wooden sticks poured in and looked at the eyes of the rookies with bad intentions. Ha ha, rookies, the training has begun! Enjoy it!"