Thirty-Three Bullet Marks

"As soldiers, there is only one thing you need to do now, and that is to obey orders. Don't worry about things that don't belong to you, and don't be smart."

The sergeant of the guard swept over everyone with a sullen face, and said coldly.

"Let's start grouping now, black bird, gray bullet, shadow assassin...you guys go behind the opposite rock!"

The three members of Huang Ya's group all stood up after hearing the words. When the light armored soldier left, he deliberately gave Feng Luo a provocative look.

Feng Luo was expressionless.

"Sister, I want Sky Wings... you go behind that pile of bushes."

The guard sergeant continued to assign groups, two controllers and a heavy armored soldier went out.

"Leaves of the Wind, Bullet Hen, Swordsman of the Prodigal Son, you three in a group, go to the coordinates (-2210, 0705) and find a place to hide."

"Yes!"

The machine gunner who showed disgust towards the Dragon Mercenary Corps stood up at the entrance of the command department. He looked about thirty years old, and he was wearing a military camouflage uniform. His face was sickly sallow, but his eyes were sharp.

After standing up and performing a standard military salute, the machine gunner player picked up his equipment and walked straight to the destination.

"Hmph, just playing a game. As for this, everyone is fucking sick!"

The prodigal swordsman stood up with a displeased face and walked slowly, muttering displeasedly that he was the light armored warrior who wanted to show off just now.

"soldier?"

Feng Luo had already walked two steps quickly, and it would take at least a few hours until dawn to follow behind this man with the ID "Dan Hen". If he didn't find someone to chat with, it would be difficult to pass the time.

He had noticed that this player was not dealing with the Longyin Mercenary Group before, so he didn't have to worry about what he would think about his wanted status.

"Already retired!"

The player named "Bullet Hen" had a scar across half of the right side of his face, which looked like it was left after being wounded by a bullet, making his appearance a bit pervasive.

However, when players create characters in "War Discipline", they can choose to restore their appearance, but he did not do so. With this name, it is estimated that he is a person with a story.

"Which unit?"

Feng Luo was a little interested.

Although the world he traveled through was already a unified federation, it still had an army, but it was not mandatory service, but all voluntary applications.

The main task of the army is not to be used for wars between the member states of the federation, but mainly to protect the interstellar routes or protect the exploitation of resource stars.

It can be said that the places where soldiers in this world serve are mostly undeveloped planets or space stations and space battleships, which are very different from soldiers on Earth.

"T-456 Fleet, Third Marine Corps, the main patrol area is near the twenty-third administrative star!"

Danhen's tone was full of nostalgia, and the sharp light in his eyes softened a bit.

"Being a big soldier, there is a silly meaning... Wearing unpleasant protective clothing, you can't see women for several months, and there are no entertainment venues to go to. After retiring, you still have so little money, and you can even buy it in the eleventh district." A house is not enough, it is not as good as my monthly pocket money."

The Prodigal Swordsman was walking behind the two of them. At this moment, he suddenly interrupted to speak, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and said in a haughty and mocking tone.

He was protected by the NPC just now, and he lost face in front of everyone. Speaking at this time, he actually wanted to use his superiority to regain face, and wanted to transfer the embarrassment to others.

It's a pity that the two people in front didn't pay any attention to him at all, and continued their conversation, even ignoring him directly with their expressions and movements.

"hateful!"

The feeling of being ignored is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than the previous embarrassment, and a hint of anger flashed in the eyes of the prodigal swordsman.

The thinking of a certain rich second generation who lives in the eyes of others all day cannot be accepted by ordinary people.

The ambush position assigned by the three of them was on the right side of the intersection in front of Darkmoon Canyon, which was almost the first floor of the entire ambush circle.

"It's definitely not easy to defend this place."

Because of the terrain of the canyon, if the enemy retreats, there is a high chance of choosing this place.

"According to the intelligence level of the "War Discipline" system, it is generally assigned according to the strength evaluation. In this way, whether it is the bullet marks around him or the rich second-generation "prodigal swordsman" behind him, they should all be capable in the evaluation of the system. Player." Feng Luo thought to himself.

Forget about the rich second generation, after all, all the equipment is high-end, so it's normal to be rated high.

Although this Danhen is a machine gunner, the defensive equipment on his body looks relatively ordinary. It is likely that he has a technical advantage if he can be rated high, just like himself.

In addition, it seems that they don't like the Longyin Mercenary Group very much, maybe they can make friends.

Feng Luo was not a person who rejected others very much. In fact, as a mercenary, he had to learn to have a good relationship with his partners. At least, he couldn't let them shoot you in the back on the battlefield.

After arriving at the location of the ambush, Feng Luo looked around carefully under the faint moonlight in the sky, and finally found a reasonable sniper position, cleared out a place and put the M110 on it.

I closed my left eye, looked at the scope with my right eye, and found that the field of vision was completely pitch black. The light input of the sniper scope is not enough. Even if it is equipped with night vision equipment, it is difficult to aim in this environment.

Under this kind of light, it is impossible to snipe. Fortunately, according to the intelligence, the target of the mission arrives in the early morning. At that time, you should already have the conditions to snipe!

"Good gun!"

After installing the M110, Feng Luo turned his head and found that Bullet Hen was also taking equipment from the load-bearing backpack. On a flat stone in front of him, a gray six-barreled heavy machine gun with a barrel length of 80 centimeters had already been set up. .

"Metal Roar, level 45 excellent equipment. It uses 12.9mm bullets, with a maximum rate of fire of 90 rounds per second. Excellent evaluation, modified goods!"

Danhen proudly touched the body of the gun, and said in a ostentatious tone.

Of course, this machine gun couldn't compare with the "Crazy Ripper" of the guard sergeant, but the rate of fire of 5,400 rounds per minute definitely belonged to the ranks of advanced machine guns.

The price of the machine gun is extremely expensive. Just such a high-level excellent machine gun, the price of the trading house has already exceeded the price of a rare-grade alloy long sword with more general attributes.

"M110, level 35 excellent equipment, I made it myself!"

Feng Luo patted the butt of the M110 and said to the bullet marks.

"You made this gun. Unexpectedly, Brother Feng, you are still a gunsmith, and your level is not low. Excellent equipment, but at least high-level life occupations can make it!"

There was a bit of undisguised surprise on Tan Hen's face, and his address became "Brother Feng" in the chat between the two.

From this point, it can be seen that Danhen's emotional intelligence is not exactly as cold as his appearance.

"I reached the expert level not long ago!" Feng Luo smiled slightly.

"Firearms expert, strong!"

Tan Hen gave Feng Luo a thumbs up. This exclamation was completely sincere, and then he pondered for a moment before asking.

"Brother Feng, have you become enemies with the members of the Dragon Yin Mercenary Group?"

"I was attacked by their people, and then killed a few of them, and finally hung up on the communication of an idiot named Longyin Pojun. I just didn't expect that they would issue a warrant for a small person like me!"

Feng Luo didn't hide it. In fact, this was exactly the effect he wanted to expose his professional level in life.

You must know that even among large player groups who specialize in life professions, few of them have reached the expert level.

Because the improvement of life occupation level in "War Discipline" does not simply rely on manufacturing equipment to gain experience, it can be said that if one does not have luck and talent at the same time, it is difficult to become an "expert".

In the current version, any expert-level life professional player has extremely high value, enough for most forces to take a fancy to the invitation.

"Dragon Yin breaks the army!"

Dan Hen repeated the name with a dazed look on his face, and smiled at Feng Luoluo.

"Brother Feng, to tell you the truth, I am from the Veteran Tribe!"

Dragon Yin Mercenary Group and Veteran Tribe, these are the two strongest forces in Silvermoon City, and they are also two opposing forces.

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