He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The surrounding area was abuzz with discussion, and all the words could be summed up in one sentence: "The Dragon Squadron has good judgment!"

Especially after hearing the gossip about the Dragon Squadron from Yu Fei, a burst of ambiguous, teasing laughter immediately rose from the surrounding ranks of soldiers.

Zhang Beixing's statement is not particularly original, but it doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat; a successful retort is a good sentence.

As expected, Shao Bing's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, and he hesitated to speak, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

The scene became somewhat awkward. Zhang Beixing, minding his own business, smiled slightly and broke the silence, giving Shao Bing a way out.

"That's enough, Vice Captain Shao. I see your Captain Long Xiaoyun has other matters to attend to, and your Wolf Warriors' welcoming ceremony should be over by now. Shouldn't you let us in?"

Shao Bing seized the opportunity to back down, easing the brief awkwardness, but stubbornly refused to engage in the conversation.

He took a step back, widening the distance between himself and Zhang Beixing, his face still long and dark.

"I can see you if you want, but today is a rare opportunity. It's not easy to meet the famous Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, so I want to see what kind of talent this person, who is so highly regarded by our company commander, has."

As he spoke, Shao Bing shook his head from side to side, and his cervical vertebrae made a series of crisp cracking sounds.

"If you want to see our company commander, you can't just talk your way out of it."

"I'd like to ask you a few questions. I don't think Lieutenant Colonel Zhang would refuse in front of so many people."

Despite Shao Bing's polite words, anyone with a brain could see that the welcoming ceremony was far from over.

Zhang Beixing was speechless, thinking to himself, "Is this never going to end?"
Alright, since the previous brief encounter wasn't enough, then don't blame the guest for being impolite.

Zhang Beixing didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Let's save time and stop talking nonsense. Tell me, what do you want to compete in?"

Upon seeing Zhang Beixing in front of him, Shao Bing's usual smoothness vanished instantly, replaced by a resolute and unrestrained demeanor. Shao Bing was inexplicably happy, a smile playing on his lips, and he became even more eager to try.

"Great, that's awesome!"

"I've heard you have exceptional archery skills, so you must have excellent eyesight and be quite adept at sniping too. This is an open, unobstructed area, so why don't we try our hand at sniping!"

"can."

Zhang Beixing agreed very readily.

Seeing Zhang Beixing's decisive and efficient style of doing things, his courage and determination, and the upright character of a soldier, Shao Bing smiled brightly and unconsciously felt a greater liking for Zhang Beixing.

He immediately waved his hand.

"Shi Sanba, bring me your thing!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly thin special forces soldier stepped forward and placed his M40 sniper rifle at the feet of the two men.

Shao Bing picked up the sniper rifle from the ground and chambered a bullet with practiced ease.

"You go first, me first?"

Playing with guns isn't like playing with girls, so what does it matter who goes first or last?
Zhang Beixing casually said, "Then I'll go first, to save some trouble."

As for saving himself some trouble, Shao Bing didn't think much about it and simply handed over the sniper rifle that was already loaded with bullets.

Zhang Beixing gave the sniper rifle a quick inspection and nodded slightly.

"Not bad, your Central Military Region is much more extravagant than our Southeast Military Region. Your military equipment is all from Russia. You're so wealthy and powerful that it's the envy of everyone."

"We Wolf Warriors have always adopted the training model of foreign special forces, and the weapons we use in our daily training and exercises are naturally foreign equipment. Of course, we also have no shortage of domestic equipment. If you need one, I can find you an 88 sniper rifle."

"No need, all guns are the same."

Zhang Beixing waved his hand dismissively and asked, "So, how do you want to compete?"

Having already mastered various firearms from around the world, Zhang Beixing found the shooting competition to be a piece of cake.

Shao Bing said decisively: "Attack the tanks!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Bing turned around and shouted loudly at Yu Fei, who was standing on top of the tank.

"Yu Fei! Get the tank moving!"

Yu Fei answered without hesitation, and the next moment, he scurried back into the tank compartment.

"Boom!"

The main battle tank restarted, and the steel behemoth lying on the ground emitted a dull thud as it slowly retreated from the platform. Then, it suddenly accelerated, carrying a small blue flag that had appeared on its roof, and drove off into the distance.

It was obvious that the sniper rifle was aimed at the flag positioned at the tank commander's location.

Shao Bing placed his hand on his earphone, gazed into the distance, and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Do you think you're driving a turtle shell? Speed ​​up! Go 60 mph!"

"Yes!"

Yu Fei's roar came through the headset, and the next moment, the main battle tank suddenly accelerated.

The steel tracks rolled and churned up countless pieces of mud and rocks, and the deafening roar carried into the distance.

Once they reached the designated distance, Shao Bing roared again.

"Cruising at a distance of 1200 meters, ready to go!"

"clear."

The tank sped along, undulating between the mountains, and behind its massive cannon, a small flag fluttered in the wind.

Shao Bing looked at Zhang Beixing expressionlessly.

"Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, we can begin."

Zhang Beixing nodded slightly, slowly raised his gaze, glanced at the tanks speeding along in the distance, and then shook his head slightly.

"Is it difficult?"

Shao Bing gave a cold laugh with a sharp look in his eyes.

At a distance of 1200 meters, sniping a moving tank commander at a speed of 60 miles per hour, with strong winds, it is indeed very difficult to hit the enemy tank commander under these environmental conditions.

Even a veteran of ten years might not dare to claim that he hits the bullseye every time. If he can hit the bullseye once out of five bullets, he can already be called an amazing sharpshooter.

But the word "cannot" has never existed in Zhang Beixing's dictionary!
Zhang Beixing grinned slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.

He shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly placed his hand on his ear.

A moment later, a series of clear and unwavering instructions came from Zhang Beixing's mouth.

"What kind of difficulty is this? The track goes up 1500 meters!"

"Accelerate! Maximum tank power!"

"Serpentine advance, curved cruise strategy activated!"

Upon hearing this, Shao Bing, who was standing in front of him, was stunned. As he looked up at Zhang Beixing, his pupils involuntarily contracted sharply.

"You...I...how did my earphones end up in your hands!?"

Shao Bing raised his hand to cover his empty ear, his face filled with shock.

What's going on? ...

Shao Bing unconsciously raised his hand and touched his empty earlobe, his brows furrowing tightly.

How did my earphones end up in someone else's hands?!
When did this happen?
Why was I completely unaware?

"When did you take my headphones...?!"

Shao Bing couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Zhang Beixing ignored him.

He turned around and kicked the backpack on the balcony, then nimbly lay prone, using the backpack as a support for his sniper rifle.

In the distance, dust billowed and smoke billowed.

The main battle tank sped through the sandstorm, reaching its maximum speed, cruising at a distance of about 1,500 meters, waiting to be sniped as a "target".

Zhang Beixing aimed his eyes at the sniper rifle scope, but instead of firing randomly, he calmly closed his eyes and carefully sensed the surrounding wind speed.

After a slight hesitation, Zhang Beixing decided to play it safe. He plucked a strand of hair, released it in mid-air, and let it slowly drift down in front of him. Seeing is believing, and it's more direct.

In field combat environments, wind speed and humidity have a significant impact on accuracy.

As the strands of hair fell to the ground, Zhang Beixing's eyes suddenly narrowed to a single line.

The very next second, Zhang Beixing's nose twitched slightly, and he pulled the trigger!

"Whoosh!"

The M40 sniper rifle spewed brilliant flames from its muzzle as a sniper bullet was suddenly fired, drawing a powerful spiral in the air.

The bullet struck the small blue flag at the tank commander's position with a "bang," and the flag broke off at the top, being swept away by the gust of wind caused by inertia.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Shao Bing immediately reached for his binoculars and saw the scene clearly.

The little blue flag fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground.

Zhang Beixing's shot hit the target without a doubt, and his brows furrowed slightly.

I thought to myself, if I'm going to slap someone in the face, I might as well do it cleanly and decisively!
The thought flashed through Zhang Beixing's mind, but instead of returning fire, he shifted his body and returned to a crouching firing position.

"boom!"

The second shot hits again!
Although the small flag had already flown far away, the flagpole at the commander's position was still stuck on the tank's roof. This shot directly split the flagpole in two, with the upper half flying off.

It's not over yet!
There are four types of sniper shooting: prone shooting, crouching shooting, sitting shooting, and standing shooting.

Zhang Bei moved swiftly, shifting his position and sitting sideways on the ground, aiming his gun at the target with both hands.

"boom!"

Without a doubt, the third shot hit again.

Of these four shooting positions, the standing shooting position has the greatest recoil force and is the most difficult to control, but the seated shooting position is the most difficult to achieve in actual combat.

Firstly, the posture is inconvenient, and secondly, the shoulders bear less weight, resulting in poor accuracy in actual combat.

Even so, the third shot still hit the flagpole perfectly.

Upon seeing this scene, Shao Bing's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Such terrifying shooting accuracy is far beyond anything I can match.

Shao Bing was surprised. He knew he was no match for Zhang Beixing in a sniper shooting contest.

Captain Long, you have a good eye!
Just as he was lost in thought, the fourth gunshot rang out again.

With a bang, the flagpole on the main battle tank was completely gone.

Zhang Beixing grinned and handed the sniper rifle back to Shao Bing.

Shao Bing put down his binoculars, shook his head in sincere admiration, and sighed helplessly, "There's no need to compete anymore, I... admit defeat."

“Our captain is right, you are an extremely good sniper, even better than our Wolf Warriors' best sniper, but!”

Zhang Beixing was taken aback upon hearing this, and muttered to himself.

what?
But what about...?

This is never going to end!

Zhang Beixing had completely let go of the past and shrugged indifferently.

"Then what else do you want to compete in? Just bring them all at once."

"Alright, then I won't be polite!"

Shao Bing said he wouldn't hold back, and he really didn't.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shao Bing unleashed a fierce military-style stabbing punch aimed at Zhang Beixing's face.

Zhang Beixing chuckled upon seeing this.

After shooting, they want to have a hand-to-hand combat competition? That's practically a freebie!

Zhang Beixing didn't hold back either. Having lost the advantage of firearms, in close combat and one-on-one duels, there were really few people in the world who could match him.

Shao Bing threw a straight punch, seemingly aiming to force Zhang Beixing to retreat from the edge of the terrace and fall off the stage.

But how could Zhang Beixing not understand this?
Instead of retreating, he advanced; offense is the best defense!
Zhang Beixing lunged forward, dodging Shao Bing's fist, placing his palm on Shao Bing's chest, his arm slightly lowered, and he exerted force!

"swing!"

Shao Bing felt a sharp pain, and his body flew backward like an arrow released from a bow.

He struggled to land in mid-air, barely regaining his balance, and rushed forward in two or three steps, delivering another flying kick!
Zhang Beixing easily dodged the attack, while Shao Bing spun around and delivered a flying kick from above, slashing down fiercely!
Zhang Beixing was even faster, dodging again and taking advantage of Shao Bing's inability to defend, he raised his leg and delivered a flying kick from the side.

It hit Shao Bing right in the chin!

Shao Bing jumped up, then fell heavily to the ground. His chin was swollen and painful, and he struggled for a long time but could not get up.

"Oh no, this is bad!"

Shi Sanba and another soldier immediately rushed onto the terrace and helped Shao Bing up from the ground.

Supported by two men, Shao Bing spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground. Instead of showing anger, he laughed heartily.

"I'm impressed, I admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

"Yu Fei!"

"To!"

"Give him the computer."

"Yes!"

Yu Fei, who had driven the tank back, climbed out of the vehicle and handed a tactical computer to Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing turned on his computer, and a live video feed of Long Xiaoyun appeared on the screen.

The two greeted each other like old friends.

"Comrade Long Xiaoyun, it's been a long time. I've accepted all the gifts from your Wolf Warriors. How about we meet?"

Wearing a tactical vest, Long Xiaoyun chuckled with her hands behind her back, like an ice queen, keeping everyone at arm's length.

"Not long, just over a month. Congratulations, Captain Zhang, on being promoted to lieutenant colonel in such a short time."

"You're too kind, it's all about coordinated operations..."

Long Xiaoyun interrupted, "Cooperative operations aren't urgent. If you want to use my War Wolf people, you have to convince them wholeheartedly."

Zhang Beixing couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly: "Didn't what I just said count as...being completely convinced?"

"It counts, but it's not enough," Long Xiaoyun laughed. "If you want to command the Wolf Warriors in battle, you have to convince them; just talking about it won't do."

After a brief pause, Long Xiaoyun suggested with apparent interest, "By the way, I wonder if Captain Zhang would be interested in participating in our Wolf Warriors' border exercise this time?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing shook his head repeatedly and scoffed.

"I said, even if you're guests, you can't do this! Did you give me a chance to refuse?"

"But it doesn't matter. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll play along with you guys until the very end."

Zhang Beixing's eyes flashed with a sharp light; upon hearing the news of the border exercise, he was genuinely intrigued.

"I'd also like to see for myself whether your Wolf Warriors are up to the task of cooperating with me..."

After a few words, Zhang Beixing felt even more that Long Xiaoyun was no pushover and that most men probably couldn't handle her.

Of course, in Long Xiaoyun's mind, Zhang Beixing was no pushover either.

"Alright, I'll apologize to you personally after the exercise is over."

"Hehe, I'm not like women who hold grudges and are petty."

"Oh really? Well, we'll see."

Zhang Beixing and Long Xiaoyun each ended the video call with smiles on their faces. (End of Chapter)