After knowing the identities of Lao Zhang and Uncle Zhang, Mo Ze worked harder in training. On the contrary, Lao Zhang and Uncle Zhang have changed their previous posture of teaching each other, but they have left a hand in what they are best at.

Mo Ze only thought that Lao Zhang didn't want his future achievements to surpass him, so he resorted to such "despicable" means. But even if Mo Ze knew this, he was helpless. After all, he is just a student, and it is not up to him to decide what the teacher teaches.

But even if the two of them kept a hand, what they taught was enough for Mo Ze to learn. That is, Mo Ze himself has practiced internal strength, so both physical strength and endurance are far beyond ordinary people, coupled with Mo Ze's own talent in the sniper field, this makes Mo Ze barely able to keep up with the teaching progress of Lao Zhang and the others.

After another month, Nie Lao once again got the news that there would be mercenaries trying to cross Jiangxinpo and enter Huaxia mainland.

"Lao Zhang, Uncle Zhang, and Twelve, there are more mercenaries who want to enter Huaxia this time, so the three of you can go together." Nie Lao looked at the three people in front of him, and his face also showed a trace of sadness. It can be seen that Nie Lao also has a headache for those mercenaries.

However, the three of Mo Ze will not retreat because of the strength of the enemy, and if they can die on the battlefield, it will be the best destination for them. Even Mo Ze would not feel sorry for dying in Jiang Xinpo, even if he didn't have a Huaxia identity now.

"Elder Nie, if we can't come back this time, you can also leave here, but find a few useful people to replace us." Lao Zhang looked at Nie Lao's face and knew that this time it was not easy to handle. Therefore, Lao Zhang also took out the cigarette gun in front of Nie Lao for the first time and smoked it in front of Nie Lao.

Although Nie Lao is good at meat, he doesn't like Lao Zhang to smoke, he thinks that if he smokes too much, his hands will tremble, and he will be unstable when he holds a gun. But this time, Nie Lao just waved the second-hand smoke that drifted in front of his eyes with his hand, and did not stop Lao Zhang's move.

"Don't worry, even if you can't come back, there are still those little ones down the mountain. It's just that this time our opponent is not ordinary, and those little guys under the mountain are afraid that they can't cope with it. Nie Lao walked to the door and glanced down the mountain, his eyes were quite relieved, or he was sighing that there were successors to protect Jiang Xinpo.

Mo Ze felt unable to interject at this time, so he simply stood there and didn't say anything. But Mo Ze didn't speak, it didn't mean that the topic wouldn't lead to Mo Ze.

"Twelve, if you want to quit now, it's still too late. You just came to participate in the training, and you have the right to refuse our mission. Originally, Nie Lao really wanted Mo Ze, Lao Zhang, to go on a mission together, but thinking of Mo Ze's identity, Nie Lao still hesitated. After all, although the other people on the mountain didn't know Mo Ze's identity, it didn't mean that Nie Lao didn't know either.

After Mo Ze heard Nie Lao's words, he was stunned for a moment. Not only Mo Ze, but Lao Zhang and Uncle Zhang also glanced at Mo Ze in surprise after hearing Nie Lao's words. However, after the two thought that Mo Ze did not have a name on the mountain, they were relieved.

"Nie Lao, although I don't have an identity, you don't have to worry, I know that I am a Chinese." Although there were some guesses in his heart, Mo Ze did not dare to guarantee it. So at this time, Mo Ze could only avoid the important and express his intention to participate in this operation.

Mo Ze had this meaning, and Nie Lao was also very happy. After all, according to Mo Ze's identity and his current skills, even if he can't be a regiment commander or anything, he can at least lead a special combat team alone. When the time comes, if you casually arrange a few simple tasks for Mo Ze, your military merits will not be a lot.

But while Mo Ze has this identity, he is still willing to carry out such a dangerous task, which is enough to make Nie Lao feel gratified by this. Of course, regarding the fact that Mo Ze's current identity was still in doubt, Nie Lao chose to ignore it.

"Actually, I still hope that you won't participate in this mission, if you quit, then this weapon can stay." Relieved to be relieved, but Nie Lao still felt a pity in his heart. Because of Moze, the military supported a special gun, which Moze had seen in the South American continent at the beginning, and the gun demon fired countless rounds of bullets, but there was no need to change the magazine.

In fact, the gun is still an ordinary Type 85 sniper rifle, but the body is made of special materials, which makes this gun more durable. But the most important thing is the magazine, the only application of space compression technology in the world so far: compressing the space magazine.

Such a magazine can hold 5,000 rounds, and although this kind of magazine is more troublesome to reload, it can have an almost open-hanging advantage in a skirmish.

If Mo Ze left, Nie Lao would have an absolute reason to keep that gun. And having such a gun, although it can't make an eight-gun gun, can also greatly increase the combat effectiveness of a special soldier. However, since Mo Ze chose to go on this mission, there was no reason for Nie Lao to leave this gun that should have belonged to Mo Ze.

Walking into the room, Nie Lao took out a key from his body, then carefully opened the cabinet in front of him, and took out a box from the cabinet. When he handed the box to Mo Ze's eyes, Nie Lao still felt quite distressed. Even if Nie Lao is optimistic about Mo Ze, Mo Ze does not belong to the Jiangao Mountain after all.

"You can get used to this gun, it's heavier than what you're using now. However, relatively speaking, the range and accuracy of this gun are stronger than the one you use now. Glancing at the box, Nie Lao gritted his teeth and simply pushed the box directly into Mo Ze's hand.

When he opened the box, Mo Ze could see that the material of this gun was a little different from the one he used now, but he didn't know where the most important thing about this gun was. However, Lao Zhang and Uncle Zhang, after seeing the gun, looked at Mo Ze again, and a surprised light flashed in their eyes.

Mo Ze held the gun in his hand, and his fingers touched the body of the gun, and Mo Ze suddenly had a different feeling. It seems that this gun was made for him, and it seems that he exists for this gun.

"Thank you, Elder Nie." Holding the gun in his arms with joy, Mo Ze thanked Nie Lao again and again, but it made Nie Lao roll his eyes behind his back.

Mo Ze took the new gun and followed Lao Zhang and Uncle Zhang out of Nie Lao's room.

After leaving the room, Lao Zhang suddenly took a deep breath. "Twelve, actually, I'm quite curious, what kind of identity are you, and the top of the list will pay so much attention to you? You know, as far as the gun in your hand is concerned, there will be no more than twenty guns in the whole of Huaxia, and what we know so far is only the six of us. ”

Of course, Mo Ze knew that the six people in Lao Zhang's mouth were the six people who were still alive in the "Huaxia Eight Guns". After knowing this, Mo Ze was also extremely surprised at this moment. "Then why, give me this? Or do they really know who I am? ”

"What do you think? What identity is not identity. Mo Ze's muttering was heard by Lao Zhang and Uncle Zhang, but Lao Zhang only patted Mo Ze on the back of the head, and didn't delve into what Mo Ze's identity was talking about. It's time to go, or we'll lose the initiative by letting those mercenaries get there first. ”