Everyone in the 116 Infantry Company was silent.

From the beginning of the year, they suffered defeats one after another under the Independence Company, and their morale was dealt a heavy blow, and they never imagined that they would actually lose one after another on their home turf, and they were defeated by Zheng, China, who has always been known as the sick man of East Asia

Looking at his commander, pouring watermelon juice all over his face, all the soldiers of the 116 Infantry Company had shame written on their faces.

Just now, Watanabe Kazuji's refusal to fight alone with the major of the Chinese Independent Company has made them lose face in front of everyone, and now, Watanabe Kazuji has made his face full of watermelon pulps, and he has been photographed by military reporters from all over the world, which will be a shame and put on the headlines of newspapers in various countries, and from now on, the 116th Infantry Company will probably never be able to raise its head again.

"It's so fucking hot, if you can have a watermelon to eat, how refreshing it would be......"

"yes, yes, now my mouth is so dry, I want to eat a bite of watermelon, hehe...... Look, look, look at Captain Watanabe and Captain Shi, the whole campus is eating watermelon by themselves. Tut-tut, you all learn from Captain Watanabe and Boss, look, look, a whole big watermelon on your head, you're full, you're full, you're full, it's really comfortable......"

"Hey, I'm Captain Watanabe and Captain Si, can you give me a little watermelon, don't eat it alone, hehe...... Hehehe......"

"I, who is that, Captain Watanabe and Boss, right, you better come down and change your clothes, it's really not good, it's good for you to take off your shirt and wipe your face!"

"You know a fart, Captain Watanabe and Captain, that's a watermelon bath, watermelons are so expensive in the water bath, don't wash them in vain, hahahaha......"

The soldiers of the independent company began to shout below, although they knew that Watanabe Kazuji could not understand what they did, but there was always a translator, and the interpreter would translate these words to all the soldiers of the 116th Infantry Company.

Yan Zhi took the apple from the hand of a military committee worker, put it directly on his head, beckoned to Watanabe Kazuji, and made a gesture of shooting me.

Yan Zhi's posture seemed ordinary in normal times, but at this time, in the eyes of all the officers and soldiers of the 116th Infantry Company, it turned into a deep ridicule and provocation.

Watanabe Kazuji awkwardly took the towel from the military committee personnel and wiped the watermelon juice off his face amid the ridicule of the soldiers of the independent company. He could tell that the ridicule wasn't just from the Independence Company.

Watanabe Kazuji handed the towel to the staff of the Military Commission, and when he reached out to take the handed gun, his palms trembled a little. He took the bullet, loaded it, raised the gun, and looked through the sniper scope at the face he hated but couldn't do anything.

The corners of Yan Zhi's mouth were indeed full of disdain and ridicule.

Watanabe Kazuji knew that he had a few pounds and taels, and he didn't hit his opponent within 600 meters, and it was even more difficult to kill his opponent at a distance of 700 meters.

He had practiced the 700-meter target post countless times, and almost all of them ended in failure, and his technique did not make the trajectory of the bullet run without deviation and hit the target post at 700 meters.

But at this time, the matter has become a tiger, and he can only continue to bite the bullet.

Watanabe's palms had begun to sweat, and the muzzle of his gun sank slightly, and the cross was aimed at Yan Zhi's chest.

Compared to the head, the chest has a larger area of bullets and a higher hit rate, and at this distance, the 7.62x63mm Springfield rifle will explode immediately after hitting the human body, and the lethality is greater than at three or four hundred meters.

At this point, the power of the 7.62x63mm Springfield rifle cartridge and the 38 large cover Arisaka bullet is roughly different, but in terms of the accuracy of the sniper rifle, the stability of the M1903 sniper rifle far exceeds that of the Type 97 sniper rifle.

The soldiers of the Allied countries were the elite of their respective countries, and many of them were masters of sniper rifles, and by watching Watanabe and Tsukasa raise their guns and aim at them, many people could tell that Watanabe and Tsukasa were aiming at each other's chests, not at the apples on their heads.

Bad character!

Privately, there are already many people who despise Kazuji Watanabe.

The soldiers of the Allied countries have been completely subdued by Yan Zhi, and the soldiers are born to admire the strong, and people like Watanabe Kazuji, who want to kill their allies everywhere, have been hated by the public.

The shot of Major Yan just now, obviously able to announce a personal vendetta and blast away your Watanabe Kazuji's head, but they didn't do that, they just burst the watermelon on your head, not only are you not grateful, but you will take revenge, and you have repeatedly wanted to kill others, this kind of person can only be spurned by don't spare, no one dares to join forces with such a person to fight, who knows if you will shoot cold in the back.

A strong murderous aura came from seven hundred meters, and Yan Zhi felt a cross with an eerie murderous aura, aiming at his chest.

Watanabe and Si Zhen are so vicious, I let her once, he actually wants to put labor and management to death, and now labor and management don't let you be scared and pee, and you admit defeat, and labor and management are not surnamed Yan.

"Whew!"

Watanabe and Tsukasa pulled the trigger, and this time he didn't take his eyes off the sniper scope, but stared at Yan Zhi deadly.

This bullet pounced on Yan Zhi at a speed of seven hundred and fifty meters per second.

Suddenly, a scene occurred that made everyone almost forget to breathe.

I saw that almost at the same time as the gunshot, Yan Zhi grabbed the apple from the top of his head like lightning in his left hand and threw it down.

"Wave!"

The apple landed on the trajectory of the bullet and burst open in an instant.

Everyone didn't understand what was going on for a moment, but they knew very well that the apple wouldn't burst easily.

It took a full five seconds for everyone to gradually realize that at the moment when Captain Watanabe and Si fired, this demonic Chinese major, he actually calculated the trajectory of the bullet fired by the opponent's sniper rifle, grabbed the apple from his head in advance, threw it down, and blocked the trajectory of the bullet.

For ten seconds, everyone forgot to breathe, their eyes were full of unbelievable magic, stunned, stunned, and quiet, and everyone looked at Yan Zhi silently.

"Boom ......"

It wasn't until a mountain of applause rang out that all the Confederate soldiers felt that they hadn't breathed for a long time.

At this moment, Watanabe and Si were like ashes, and their chests were as if they had been hit with a sledgehammer, and he clearly saw from the sniper scope that Yan Zhi was holding the apple and putting it on the trajectory of the sniper rifle bullet between the lightning and flint.

He's not human!?

He's definitely not human!

Watanabe Kazuji muttered with fear in his eyes, his hands began to tremble, all his self-confidence was slowly eroded by the fear in his heart at this moment, he believed for sure that the major of the independent company standing seven hundred meters away was not a man, but a god!

At this moment, the clothes on Watanabe's back were soaked with sweat, and panic began to appear in his eyes. 166 Reading Network