I Dedicate Black Technology to the Country

FUCKING-!

It's so cruel!

All around.

Thousands of people saw the scene in front of them, almost gasping for air at the same time, looking at the scene in disbelief.

The beam passed through a target of 100 meters and continued to shoot directly backwards.

200 meters!

400 meters—!

500 meters—!

600 meters—!

Wherever the beam passes, all targets are penetrated.

"That's impossible! The Type 95 has a maximum range of 600 meters, and I don't believe it can continue!"

A member of 'Oriental Sword' stood up from the ground in shock and looked at the beam in disbelief.

However--!

The beam keeps going!

800 meters!

1000 meters—!

It didn't stop until it finally reached the mountain at 1200 meters.

"This is impossible!"

An expert who has studied missiles in the Northwest for many years almost stared out, staring blankly at what was happening in front of him.

hiss--!

At that moment, the faint screams in the ears turned into the sound of saliva rolling up and down the Adam's apple.

However--!

It wasn't what surprised them the most.

all of these.

Just the beginning.

Weng~

A breath of fire appeared in the air.

"That is!"

"The target is burning!"

Hear the sound.

Everyone turned their attention back to the target.

"Fuck!"

"This Nima is too cruel!"

Every target that Wu Xie's Type 95 rifle passed through began to burn.

The center of each target was penetrated, showing a round hole as large as a bullet hole, burning from the center, and the crimson light instantly expanded, swallowing the entire target.

Whoa-!

The wind blew lightly.

The raging fire burned more vigorously.

The people in the entire shooting range were instantly shocked when they saw this picture.

next moment.

The whole shooting range began to boil! .

Chapter 162 On the eve of the battle, the construction of the super giant transport ship is completed!

silence.

Only the crackle of the fire burning the target material.

Call ~

The wind blew lightly.

The target turned to ashes ~ ashes disperse.

next moment.

The training range shooting range was in a boiling turmoil.

"666!"