"Xiaoyun, let that guy come to the conference room."

At the end of the meeting, Qin Feng wanted to see the talents recommended by the teacher.

"Okay."

Long Xiaoyun nodded, turned around and walked out of the conference room.

Soon, a somewhat thin Leng Feng walked in.

"Report."

Qin Feng got up and returned a military salute.

"I read your information, and I had to die with the other party during the exercise, and I almost killed someone, how is the injury now?"

"Report chief, it's okay."

Leng Feng's face turned a little red, and this time he was injured, and he seemed to be a little disgraceful.

"Very well, what's the name? What are you good at? ”

"Leng Feng, good at working hard."

"This time we are going on a mission, you follow me, I will teach you hand-to-hand combat, sniping, so that you don't have to be so desperate in the future."

Qin Feng smiled, stretched out his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled slightly.

"Yes!"

Leng Feng clenched his fists and secretly swore that no matter how difficult it was, he would definitely work hard and would not disappoint Qin Feng.

In the night sky of country S, a helicopter quickly crossed by.

Qin Feng grabbed an anti-materiel heavy sniper rifle and looked at it.

This is a weapon specially sent by Lao A.

The re-developed has an even longer effective firing range, reaching two thousand meters.

Combined with the bonuses of the Intermediate Shooting Specialization and the Intermediate Sniper Mastery, he is sure to snipe targets at a distance of 3,000 meters.

And his appointed apprentice, Leng Feng, stood in the aisle.

From the moment he got on the plane, he continued to practice the physical movements he taught.

He worked very hard, which made Qin Feng very satisfied.

"Wolf Fang, it's over its destination."

"Gear up and get ready to downhill."

Hearing the driver's voice, Qin Feng grabbed the heavy sniper and carried it on his shoulder.

Everyone immediately got up, each sorting out their weapons, their backpacks.

The hatch opens.

Geng Jihuifeng grabbed the rope and slid down quickly, Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan and others followed.

Qin Feng looked at Leng Feng.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Leng Feng's expression froze obviously, and then shook his head.

"Also, it is very difficult for ordinary field troops to perform such tasks."

Qin Feng nodded,

"Wait a minute, you can get used to it yourself."

"Hmm."

"Let's go."

Qin Feng said, moving forward, grabbing the rope and sliding down.

After landing on the ground, Qin Feng rushed forward two steps, half-squatted, set up a sniper rifle, and stood on guard.

Boom!

Leng Feng also slid down, but his face was a little pale.

He is not a special soldier, so he has not received this kind of high-altitude landslide training at all, and it is not bad to be able to persevere.

It's jungle and mountainous.

Song Tianlong, who was holding a slight charge, and Long Xiaoyun, who was carrying a sniper, had already gone to the front to explore the way.

And Geng Jihuifeng, Zheng Sanpao, Deng Zhenhua, Zhuang Yan, and Shi Dafan were scattered, or lying on the ground, or half-squatting, guarding the surroundings.

In front, Song Tianlong waved his hand forward, and then carried a gun, bent his waist, and followed a zigzag route, constantly advancing with the cover of the tree trunk.

And Long Xiaoyun followed closely on his left side, holding a heavy sniper rifle in both hands.

But it didn't affect her movements at all, and she walked on the uneven ground.

Rustle.

Qin Feng and the others followed closely behind.

According to the information provided by the government of country S, there is a camp of ghost knives of country S in front of it.

"Goo-Goo......

There was a voice from the front, there was a situation, Qin Feng waved his hand, and several people immediately dispersed and hidden.

And Song Tianlong, who was at the front, had already carried the Wei Chong in his hand to his back and took out the dagger.

The cat bent over his waist and slowly approached a guard post hiding behind a tree trunk in front of him, under the cover of weeds.

It's getting closer.

Suddenly, his feet kicked, and the weeds shook.

He was already shooting forward, his right hand clutching the dagger.

Seeing Song Tianlong who suddenly appeared, the guy in charge of guarding was still a little stunned.

Yellow skin, black eyes? This is not their S country.

By the time I realized that it was bad and wanted to shoot, it was too late.

Syllable!

The big hand that had been on his mouth, covering his mouth and nose, followed by a pop.

The cold dagger in Song Tianlong's hand sank into the guy's chest, and the warm blood splashed his face.

Poof, the dagger was drawn, the body was supported, and put down, Song Tianlong turned around, made an OK gesture, and then went forward again.

"Let's go."

Qin Feng made a move, and then looked at Leng Feng who was not far away.

"How does it feel?"

Leng Feng, who was still wrapped in a white bandage, turned his head, his face was a little pale, this was the first time he had seen a killing, and it was so close.

The frightened look on the guy's face was still imprinted in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Qin Feng, his injured hand clenched the gun, and nodded.

Qin Feng nodded, carried a sniper rifle, and quickly approached behind Geng Jihuifeng and the others.

After walking some distance, several guard posts were easily resolved, and soon, the rebel camp appeared in front of the eyes of everyone in the wolf's tooth special combat team.

There were several PKM general-purpose machine guns on the position, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at a path leading to this side, completely sealing off the place.

It's just that the Heavy is gone, and it looks like they've gone to sleep.

The camp at the back was littered with broken concrete walls, scorched black marks from bullets and shells.

Illustrate that wars often occur here.

The occasional ghost knife soldiers of the S country are also dressed strangely, and even many of them are directly shirtless, carrying an AK, looking for a place to pee.

Qin Feng grabbed the binoculars and looked at them, there were only four mentally exhausted sentinels in total, scattered around.

But they all shrank to the side, holding their guns, and yawning.

He was not too surprised, after all, this is not a real army, just a bunch of militants.

Putting down the binoculars, Qin Feng nodded at Geng Jihuifeng, Zheng Sanpao, Zhuang Yan, and Leng Feng.

He pointed at the four sentinels, then dropped his right hand to his neck and motioned for each of them to deal with one of the sentries.

Homicide!

Leng Feng's expression was obviously stunned.

Leng Feng gritted his teeth, put the gun on his back, took out the dagger, bent his waist, and touched it towards a sentry in front of him.

Under the cover of night, the four of them carried daggers and cats on their waists, approaching little by little.

The first to make a move was Geng Jihuifeng, and there was still a distance of two meters before he moved.

Kicking his feet on the ground, his body sprang out, and he exhaled.

The sentry turned his head, and no sooner had a look of horror in his eyes than one arm went around and landed on his neck, then twisted.

Click!

The sentry tilted his head and stopped moving.

And almost at the same time, Zheng Sanpao and Zhuang Yan made a move.

Leaping out, his left hand reaching out, covering the sentry's mouth, the dagger he held in his right hand slashed through the necks of the two guys.

With a pop, the dagger sank into the flesh, and the two sentinels were taken off with little resistance.

Only the cold front remains.

He held the dagger in his hand, his expression nervous, but it was only the first time he had really killed someone.