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Everyone stood well, and only the horses fell.

Hanyang-made special round warhead shot into the huge horse's eye of the snowflake, and some fluttering ballistics instantly stirred the horse's brain into a pulp, and the horse's corpse with only its limbs still twitching suddenly collapsed, proving that Hanyang-made 1800 ruler was not an ornament.

Liu Lang was not sure to kill Zhu Yuanzhang with one shot, but he used accurate marksmanship to tell everyone that he could keep Zhu Yuanzhang.

Staying is worse than dying.

This is almost everyone's subconscious thought, a whole mile away, can actually kill a horse with one shot, Liu Lang's marksmanship beyond everyone's imagination is terrifying. But Liu Lang's anger at beating people instead of beating people and horses makes people feel chills in their hearts, if he is Zhu Yuanzhang, he will definitely pick up a gun and break himself.

Didn't you see that he was already bouncing around like a crazy big horse monkey now? He must have gone mad with regret for what he had just done, he could have ridden away on horseback, if he hadn't wanted to poison Chief Ji.

No one would think that Ji Yanxue would survive under Zhu Yuanzhang's gun, but at a distance of two meters, even if it is a pig, it can be hit with one shot!

However, why is Chief Ji still standing well? Didn't even stumble? Could it be that the Browning in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand is just a showman? A series of questions popped up in everyone's brains in an instant, and they couldn't explain the unscientific situation in front of them.

Only Liu Lang smiled with relief, and when he heard the gunshot, which was also made by Hanyang, Liu Lang knew that he had made the right bet.

It's not that he can kill Xuehuaskull with one shot at himself, but he finally bets on the right person, a person that no one expected.

Since Mo Xiaomei rushed into Gou's house to tell him the situation clearly, and strongly asked for a gun to save Ji Yanxue, Liu Lang began to gamble. According to the psychology of the hostage-taking bandits, they were destined to leave the places they thought were dangerous, and seventy years later the bandits would either ask for cars or planes, and here, it seems, there is no one who can run faster than a man except a horse. Zhu Yuanzhang's request to go out of the city and ask for horses can be said to be completely unexpected by Liu Lang, and even the position where he finally stands, Liu Lang has already counted him dead.

All villains, before leaving, must talk nonsense to the protagonist, and that's not because they have to leave the protagonist with a chance to get them. From a psychological point of view, it is called catharsis, and after getting rid of the great fear, it is normal people who will vent their fears by humiliating their opponents.

It's just that Liu Lang didn't expect Zhu Yuanzhang to be very cautious, and he was a mile away from his sight, exceeding the distance he could kill the enemy with one shot.

Liu Lang could only bet that Mo Kitten, who had already lurked in the fortifications dug by the Independent Regiment with a gun, would get closer to him the farther away from the city gate.

Mo Xiaomei, who is new to the army, has never said that he can shoot, but the habitual narrowing of his left eye makes Liu Lang even unconsciously have an illusion that this little guy will not start to aim with his right eye from his mother's womb! That is a trait that only Liu Lang, who has been a sniper, can feel.

Of course, Liu Lang also had to bet that except for Mo Xiaomei, the veterans with the most accurate marksmanship in the entire independent regiment had no time to inform the lurkers.

Now, two Hanyang-made gunshots rang out, proving that he was right after all, Browning M1911 will naturally not be a kind of goods, although this era has begun to become popular copycats, but Browning this kind of high-end goods, the country really can't come out, otherwise it will not only be assembled in the battalion level officers and above.

Mo Xiaomei jumped up from the trench and held a gun to Zhu Yuanzhang, who was waving his hands and screaming and jumping.

The Hanyang Zao in his hand is really a good gun, much better than the earthen shotgun he once held for six years. His father once told him that when the tigers and hungry wolves opened their mouths to be the most vicious and arrogant, it was actually the moment when they showed their greatest flaws, and when they fired, the bullet could directly touch their softest internal organs through their huge mouths, and then, kill them with one shot.

The chief also warned him when he left, the human brain was shot, and there were still three seconds before he was completely dead, and the instinctive twitching of the biological limbs could still make him pull the trigger.

So, Mo Xiaomei chose to hit the finger that pulled the trigger with Zhu Yuanzhang's cruel smile at the moment when he hit him, the fingers were gone, and no matter how instinctively twitched his limbs, it had nothing to do with pulling the trigger.

For this shot, Mo Kitten has been in a position for a full time to stick incense, a stick of incense is not a long time, but Mo Kitten seems to have passed a whole century. Because, this time, his target was no longer a bear or a wild boar, but a finger a hundred feet away.

On the other side of the muzzle of the gun is Chief Ji, that beautiful and gentle woman, not only the chief, but in the eyes of Mo Xiaomei, it is still the eldest sister who has married away from home and can only stay in her memory.

This shot cannot be missed, even if it is exchanged with one's own life, it cannot be lost.

Mo Kitten fired what he thought was the most accurate shot in his life.

Although in the years that followed, he fired countless more accurate shots, bursting the head of a Japanese lieutenant general from 1,000 meters away, and killing an astonishing Japanese squad in succession from 500 meters away.

The "Impermanence" group super sniper, who can be regarded as the king of sniping in the world, still believes that this shot is the most important shot in his life, and it is also the most accurate shot, and no record can surpass it.

This shot was also accurate enough, so accurate that Liu Lang couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat when he investigated afterwards. He didn't expect Mo Kitten to be so bold.

The round-headed bullet spanned a distance of 100 meters, and slammed into the Browning round-hole trigger at an almost completely vertical angle, flying the trigger while also taking away Zhu Yuanzhang's fingers that were about to exert force.

But if there is a slight deviation, the huge momentum of the bullet can completely replace the finger force, and at the same time break the trigger, trigger the pistol shooting, and what is even more terrifying is that due to the impact of the pistol, the muzzle shakes slightly, and the 11 mm caliber bullet takes away the life of Ji Yanxue like a flower.

But Ji Yanxue is very lucky, Mo Xiaomei's marksmanship is more accurate than most veterans who have been on the battlefield countless times.

Zhu Yuanzhang is very unlucky, Liu Lang is better than him, not only the gun in his hand, but also the soldiers under him.

A soldier whose marksmanship is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, the little soldier he shouts at Derpy.

When he saw the little soldier he had let go rush towards him from the trench a hundred meters away with a gun, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was holding his palm in great pain, felt that his heart hurt more than his fingers.