Chapter 99 Scared to Cry (8)

What are you kidding?

1500 meters!

Do you really think you're holding an ultra-long-range sniper rifle?

Although the effective range does not represent the actual distance, the bullet can still fly at least 2000 meters, and it has lethality within 1600 meters.

According to the theory, even 2000 meters, you can beat it!

But no one has done it at all, because even the target can't be seen, what else is there to hit?

in addition.

During the flight of the bullet, it is affected by air resistance, its own gravity, wind speed, etc. The farther it goes, the more it increases exponentially!

No one can accurately predict ballistic trajectory.

To them, it was a joke at all.

"Longguo people are too crazy!"

"If you kill yourself, God can't save it!"

"Let him fight and see if there is a bullet on the list? It will be embarrassing later, but their own country."

Watch live on the stick.

He directed his anger at Lu Yu.

With eyes higher than the top, why have they been so despised?

"Come on, don't waste time!"

The American general waved his hand and shouted loudly, urging Lu Yu to start quickly.

Anyway, in his opinion, this is no different from courting death.

The general of the stick picked up a cup of tea and drank it leisurely, as if he was neither sad nor happy to control the overall situation.

He suddenly thought of a word, in the words of Long Guo, that is, the heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper!

"1500 meters, the flagpole on the top of the mountain!"

"preparation!"

The stick gunman hugged his arms and sneered.

He decided in his heart that Lu Yu was not sure enough to pull the distance so far, and long-range sniping was his weakness.

Such three people can only decide the outcome by luck!

Lu Yu took a deep breath, set up his gun, and squatted on the ground.

Begin to slowly adjust the muzzle.

With master-level shooting and sniper skills, double bonuses, what is he afraid of?

Deng.

Gao Shiwei couldn't sit still.

Get up from your position.

Even if he had confidence in Lu Yu, he still felt a little bit of a drum in his heart.

"Gao, what are you anxious about? This is what your own people asked for."

The stick general took a sip of tea and said slowly.

He and Mi Guo looked at each other with a triumphant smile on his face, and couldn't wait to see Lu Yu make a fool of himself.

Gao Shiwei sullen and said nothing.

Without blinking, he stared at Lu Yu!

"shooting."

The referee ordered.

The air all over the place froze.

boom!

Under everyone's attention, Lu Yu's right index finger suddenly buckled, and a bullet roared out.

Tear through the air and head straight for the blurred flagpole ahead.

The action is cool and smooth!

"Playing so fast again?"

The American general sneered in amazement.

Sure enough, this guy is trying to take a chance!

Unfortunately, this is a sniper shooting, not indoors. There are too many external factors, and even with accurate computer calculations, it is impossible to shoot so accurately.

"1500 meters, the flagpole on the hill, hit."

Nani?

The stick general who was calmly drinking tea, poof, directly sprayed the face of the American general.

The two were instantly stunned.

Thought, it was a joke, but the joke is not funny at all!

The translation on the opposite side reiterated it again.

Hilltop flagpole hit.

The two of them stared wide-eyed, frowned, and took out the binoculars to look towards the mountain.

Huh? Why is the flag on the flagpole missing...

What the fuck? ? ?

Hit it! !

how is this possible?

Their faces suddenly changed.

It wasn't until he got the confirmation from the people around him that the flagpole was indeed hit, and with a swoosh, he jumped up in a hurry, full of disbelief.

Seeing the shocked appearance of the two, Gao Shiwei said with a smile, "Thank you for your urging, this kid dared to cut off the gun decisively and hit the big luck, hehe!"

Fake squid!

The expression of the American general who ate a fly in one bite.

Depressed and want to vomit blood.

Is that what he is, urging Lu Yu to cut off the gun decisively? He clearly wanted the other party to hang up quickly, okay?

But unfortunately, this kid actually hit.

This became his credit, and his intestines were regretful.

The stick general also wanted to slap himself with a few big mouths. He said just now that Lu Yu would not necessarily lose, but he really didn't lose...

Crow mouth, crow mouth!

turn out to be.

Heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper, this sentence is given to them...

The place was dead silent.

An air of despair pervades.

The effective range is 600 meters, and it can hit 1500 meters?

I've seen a pervert, I've never seen such a pervert!

If not at the scene, who can believe?

Lu Yu put away the gun, stood up straight, and turned to look at the gunman: "It's your turn."

But no response.

The stick gunman twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to cry without tears.

That's 1,500 meters, and you can knock down the flagpole, what a hell!

He finally knew what it meant to be helpless and hopeless. It was like being bullied by elementary school students when he was in kindergarten. What else could he do other than cry loudly?

Staring straight at the flagpole on the top of the hill, this guy suddenly burst into tears.

He regretted it, and if he could re-election, he would not have another round if he died!

It was like putting his face on the sole of his foot and stepping on it.

Unfortunately, the world has never regretted medicine.

This guy gave up and lost completely!

The remaining American soldier gritted his teeth and shouted, "One thousand five hundred and fifty meters!"

Swish.

All eyes were on him.

"1550 meters, the flagpole on the hill, get ready."

The American generals prayed in their hearts.

Even, he dedicated all the praises he could think of in a moment to their God, just to make him hit a little more accurately.

Lie down, turn sideways, set up the gun, and aim.

The action is really beautiful, but it just keeps aiming, aiming and aiming, aiming and aiming...

One minute, two minutes.

The people around waited and waited, and their faces changed.

Why didn't this guy shoot?

Lu Yu went up just now, bang, hurry up!

How did I get to this American gunman, like constipation, I couldn't squeeze it out.

Finally, I don't know how many times I looked at it.

The corner of the guy's mouth finally showed a smile, pressed the trigger finger, and pressed down slightly.

boom.

The bullets flew, and everyone hurriedly looked at the top of the mountain!

Forehead……

Why is the flag still there?

The bright red flag was happily fluttering in the wind.

The bullets don't know where to go!

This guy's expression changed, he scolded secretly, and greeted them with God's family in his heart, which is too unreliable.

Of course, if their all-powerful God dared to take care of the affairs of the Dragon Kingdom, I am afraid that they would have been smashed into slag by the gods and Buddhas, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, and the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasty.

The stick sniper gave up, and the American sniper failed. The victory of this shooting competition undoubtedly belongs to the Dragon Kingdom.

Totally suppressed!

There is no suspense.

There is not even a chance for the opponent to struggle at all.

In an instant, both the stick soldiers and the American soldiers felt unprecedented pressure.

Lu Yu just stood there relaxed, with a smile on his face.

But this smile, which fell in their eyes, was undoubtedly full of danger, and could be called a devil's smile.

And those sticks who were observed through the live broadcast were also depressed and didn't dare to shout like just now.

"This victory belongs to the Dragon Kingdom, let's go to the next game."

The stick general waved his hand and announced the beginning of the end.

Although they lost a game, they ended up fighting in close quarters, but their strengths must be won back!