In the first part of the game, scopes and healing items are not supplied, so the Sniper has no way to use his fists and kicks, and can only rely on his crosshair and sense.

"Class 5 fiasco! It's all thanks to the hateful mother! ”

Ge Chao gritted his teeth and said angrily.

He leaned his back against the sandbag bunker, feeling that it wouldn't be long before these sandbags would be broken through by the third shift.

"Huh! Wait a minute! How much is Wang Feng's hatred class?! ”

Ge Chao thought of Wang Feng, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he jumped up as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, grabbed the sniper, and shook him excitedly.

The sniper was shaken dizzy by the captain and said intermittently:

"Like...... It seems to be the third class! ”

Ge Chao said excitedly: "Yes! I know it's the third shift! What color is Class 3? ”

"Good...... Resemble...... It's red! ”

"Yes!! I know it's red! ”

Ge Chao looked at the wall stained bright red by the bullets and shouted excitedly.

Their opponent was the third squad, and the color of the bullets in the third squads was red.

The sniper struggled:

"Captain, since you know, what are you asking me for? I'm about to be stunned by you! ”

"Ugh! Excuse me! I'm so excited! There is hope for our class! I had to try! ”

Then, under the stunned gaze of his comrades, Ge Chao came to the first row of sandbag bunkers and shouted at the enemy:

"Comrades of the third class! I'm from Class 5! Comrades of the third class! I'm from Class 5! …”

Ge Chao kept shouting these two sentences in a loop, simple words, expressing deep meaning.

……

"Wait! … What is the enemy shouting? ”

Hanwei furrowed his brows and beckoned his teammates to stop firing, and all the fire stopped.

The whole venue suddenly became quiet, except for the bullet casings bouncing on the ground, the rest was Ge Chao's voice:

"Comrades of the third class! I'm from Class 5! ……”

"People from Class 5? What color is the five-shift bullet? ”

Hanway asked his comrade.

"Class five? …… The Class 5 logo is white! ”

The briefer said he knew the most.

Hearing this, Hanwei squinted and looked at the place where the bullet had hit the trunk of the tree behind him, and sure enough, there was white dust.

He has always been cautious in doing things, but now there is the pressure of two punishments, his teammates have eliminated one in the firefight, and Liu Yong has left the class and is missing, which makes him more cautious.

Only when he shows his excellent results in the field actual combat competition will he be valued by Platoon Commander Zhang.

If the superiors pay attention to it, those punishments will be slightly lighter, otherwise they will really be sent home to farm!

Just released from the law committee's office, two punishments are enough to expel him, and the chance of being sent home this time is as high as 90 percent, Han Wei has palpitations.

Fortunately, the parents found some acquaintances, fused the relationship, and the speed of their own rifle was excellent, so the leader proposed to stay in the party to check, and you can see Hanwei's performance in the field competition next.

The leader said that if the performance is mediocre, or there is no record, then there is no need to stay, and the things are packed and taken home!

After Han Wei saw that the following team was really the fifth class, he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

If the five classes with strong combat ability can be merged into this competition, the level of the three classes will definitely be greatly improved!

What's more, everyone has a common enemy - Wang Feng.

As long as everyone unites, I don't believe that he can fight four hands alone!

The two classes are concentric, and their profits are broken!

Hanway responded to Ge Chao:

"If it's really Class 5! Drop your weapon! ”

The other side was obedient, walked out of the bunker, and all laid down their weapons, four people, one of whom was wounded in the leg.

Hanway approached slowly, and after checking them to make sure they were not hostile, he laughed:

"Haha! … Jointly fight Wang Feng? ”

"Not to mention Wang Feng! Strong combination, the trend of the times! The first is none other than us! ”

Ge Chao's words made Hanwei very moved.

But Hanway, fearing that they would attack and steal the fruits, asked:

"And what if there are only two of us left in the end? ……”

"Oh! Don't worry, your third class will always be one in front of us. ”

Ge Chao patted his chest and said, he swore by his credibility.

"Good brother! Good five classes! Brothers! Let's do it together! ”

"Come on!!"

The members of Class 5 and Class 3 shouted excitedly.

"Hey! You you! Is it at the player's house? ”

Seeing that they had stopped exchanging fire, a mobile referee walked over with a serious expression and shouted.

"We're in an alliance! There is no rule that does not allow alliances! ”

Hanway responded that he did stump the referee by saying this.

At present, the military region's field combat competitions have only been held 20 times, and the rules in all aspects are still being perfected one by one.

“…… Ally? What the hell, do you think this kind of game is a game? Remember! Serious game! Bear down! ”

The mobile referee asked, but he said as he left, as it didn't affect the rules of the game.

The referee rules are:

When the two sides end the firefight, the mobile referee must immediately leave the place and watch from a distance, otherwise the position of the firefighting team will be exposed and the fairness of the game will be affected.

"Thank you! Thank you, sir! ”

Everyone hurriedly thanked them, and the informal alliance of Class 3 and Class 5 was established.

……

Sitting like a clock, lying like a bow.

Wang Feng lay on the pit of the same color as his clothes, motionless, as if he had merged with the environment, and the insects and beasts nearby did not discover his existence.

He had been waiting nervously for two minutes, and still no enemy had attacked.

"Is it a ricochet?"

While Wang Feng muttered, he crawled over, pulled out the white bullet from the sandbag, and looked at the sandbag with horizontal bullet prints.

"It's a ricochet, indeed, white...... How many classes are there? ”

Wang Feng's head is big, this is something that the announcer should know.

He is a fusion of forty class communicators, snipers, stormtroopers, and so on!

In normal training, I don't have time to do what a briefer should do, so I don't know much about the bullet colors corresponding to the ninety classes.

That's why it's so important for the class to accept people.

As the proverb goes, unity is strength.

No matter how good your marksmanship is and how rich your experience is, the time is always inferior to the location, and the location is still inferior to the people.

The people are strong, and Wang Feng began to have a headache with the recruits who were replaced by himself.

But he doesn't regret it, and if he could, he would still kick them out! Recruits who do not respect veterans are not worth retaining.

……

Rustle!

"There are footsteps!"

Wang Feng roared in his heart, put the bullet back in its place, and quickly jumped behind the cover, entering a tense state of preparation.

The voice was getting closer and closer, and Wang Feng judged by the footsteps that there were at least ten people on the other side! So many people, it's equivalent to a whole team!

This made him frown, and it was almost four minutes into the game, and there were very few full classes.

But in this class, it seems that no one has been eliminated, and the team that can have such strength is at least the top three veteran class in the last session.

Wang Feng sweated coldly on his forehead and muttered, "This is troublesome!" It seems that I have to sneak attack them, take them by surprise, and after making a lot of points, it is worth it to be eliminated again! ”

At present, I have a score of 5.6, plus four or five points, and a score of nine, and I am estimated to be around forty-five.

Whether it's left or right depends on luck.

With the mentality of certain death, Wang Feng held the butt of the gun tightly against his chest, ready to shoot, only exposing his forehead outside, observing the local situation.

Suddenly, the enemy was suddenly quiet, and there were no footsteps, no footsteps leaving.

Wang Feng was sure they didn't leave! And right behind that wall.

Silent recitation in my heart:

If the enemy does not move, I will not move; If the enemy moves, I will brake with static!