810, I feel like my soul is flying in the sky(2/2)
OK, I'll give you a Type 85 sniper rifle. You can practice your marksmanship first. You can hit a target within 800 meters first.
"What kind of gun is this?" Zhang Erhe was puzzled.
What a strange shape.
Never seen a stock like this before.
Yang Yue briefly introduced.
Zhang Erhe couldn't wait to start trying.
Yang Yue didn't care about him.
At this time, the Japanese forward had already entered the 800-meter range.
Except for the few Japanese guarding motorcycles, the other Japanese who had the farthest distance had already entered within 1,500 meters.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Zhang Erhe fired continuously.
In the end, none of them hit.
Yang Yue didn't care about him and let him think about it for himself.
Continue to aim at the Japanese at the end.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
All are easy hits.
Within a distance of 1500 meters, the hit rate exceeds 95%.
Even if he wants to off-target, it is almost impossible. Unfortunately, the reward is shrinking. There are no mortars. Only the Bren-style light machine gun.
"Ding Dong!"
"Special Force member Zhang Erhe shot and killed a Japanese invaders from a distance."
"Congratulations to Zhang Erhe for completing his first kill."
"The special forces team received an honorary award: a domestically produced Type 85 sniper rifle."
"You get 100 points."
Suddenly, the system prompted.
Yang Yue was delighted.
Wow!
It's promising!
He actually regained the Type 85 sniper rifle?
good!
Chapter completed!