Special Forces: I, SSS class war criminal

Using the ability of eagle eyes and God's perspective, He Qiu quickly cleared the sharp thumbtacks on his own track at irregular intervals.

Seeing this, He Qiu snorted coldly in his heart; "Sure enough, the commander guessed it right, and these Goryeo sticks are playing tricks again!"

Thinking of this, He Qiu looked at Zhang Tianzhi and the others from the corner of his eye, and said in a deep voice, "When the competition starts, all of you will line up behind me and follow my leading route."

"Remember, don't go out of the queue and run around by yourself. Goryeo has tampered with our track!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tianzhi and the others were startled, and at the same time they were somewhat puzzled: "Did the Koreans tamper with our track?"

"How did Captain He know about this?"

But even so, Zhang Tianzhi and others still nodded and said in a deep voice: "Understood, Captain He!"

In the time it takes to speak, the referee standing on the side of the starting line of the competition track has already raised his starting gun.

"Prepare!"

He Qiu bent down slightly, while accumulating energy under his feet, his sharp eyes fixed on the scheduled shooting location at the end of the 800-meter runway, and his whole body was like a prairie cheetah ready to go.

boom!
As the starting gun sounded, He Qiu kicked his feet first, and his whole body was like a sharp black arrow, dragging an afterimage invisible to the naked eye, and galloped out directly against the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Tianzhi and the others also followed He Qiu's instructions, and the four formed a team one after another, and rushed out following He Qiu closely.

On the other side, the members of the Goryeo Hunting Team, led by captain Han Mingzhe, rushed out of the starting line of the runway immediately.

Han Mingzhe kept exerting force on his feet, and while running with all his strength along the runway towards the finish line, he glanced at the voices of He Qiu and others from the corner of his eye, and kept sneering in his heart.

"Just wait, you monkeys from the Yan Kingdom will see you later!"

He Qiu led Zhang Tianzhi and others behind him, avoiding the places where the thumbtacks were scattered on the runway, along the shortest path planned in his mind, and constantly speeding up to the shooting position.

Along the way, Luo Feng, who was in the third position in the queue, noticed the scattered thumbtacks under his feet with sharp eyes, and his eyes immediately burst into flames of anger: "Damn it, these bastard Korean sticks!"

"If there is a chance to fight against them next time, I will have to skin them!"

Hearing this, He Qiu, who was leading the team to keep galloping, took the time to reprimand: "Don't talk! Keep your strength and hold your breath!"

Luo Feng nodded obediently, then stopped talking, and continued to bury his head and follow behind and run wildly.

Seeing that He Qiu and others rushed forward without any hindrance, and had already crossed half of the track in an instant, Han Mingzhe on the other side finally discovered the problem.

"Damn it! Why are those Yan Kingdom monkeys running so fast?!"

"Have those man-made obstacles been cleared away?"

"Or those idiots didn't follow the commander's order at all!?"

Seeing that his team had been completely thrown away by He Qiu and others, Han Zheming was anxious and angry, and kept looking at the back of the last member of He Qiu's team out of the corner of his eye.

In the next second, Han Zheming heard exclamations from the surrounding stands.

When Han Zheming came back to his senses, he realized that he had unknowingly led the entire team to deviate from the original direction and ran directly to the adjacent Yan Guo team track.

Under normal circumstances, the side that deviates from the track will definitely be directly judged to lose!

Fortunately, the U.S. referee who was in charge of this competition directly chose to be blind and didn't blow the whistle.

Seeing this, Han Mingzhe, who was running wildly, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and continued to lead his team members to chase along Yan Guofang's track.

At the same time, Jin Zhengmin sitting in the stands watched He Qiu's team gradually approaching the shooting position, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and at the same time he cursed from the bottom of his heart: "Axi! These idiots, did they not Arranging obstacles on the Yan Country track!?"

"Damn it, how dare you disobey my order?"

"These bastards should all be sent to a military court!"

But before Jin Zhengmin could react, the screams on the track immediately caught his attention again.

In the next second, Jin Zhengmin hurriedly followed the prestige.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Jin Zhengmin's lungs are about to explode.

At the moment just now, the last three members of the Hunting Wind Squad accidentally stepped on the thumbtacks arranged by their own people, and immediately fell to the ground one by one holding their feet in pain, screaming again and again.

In the blink of an eye, only the captain Han Mingzhe and the young baby-faced soldier Han Yongjun remained among the five players in the entire Windhunter team.

Fortunately, the two of them had already run through the distribution range of the thumbtacks at this moment, and the road ahead was unimpeded, and no other obstacles were encountered.

Seeing this, Han Mingzhe glanced at the team members who fell on the track behind him with some fear, and then tried to stabilize his mind, and continued to chase forward with the only remaining Han Yongjun.

At the same time, Han Mingzhe was panting slightly, while adjusting his breathing, he comforted in a low voice: "Yongjun, pay attention to your feet, follow me!"

"As long as you're okay, we still have a chance!"

"Yes!"

Gao Shiwei in the stands saw the three Korean special soldiers lying on the ground on the track, and glanced at Jin Zhengmin, who was a little out of breath, and immediately burst into joy: "I know you Korean sticks have no good intentions!"

"Now it can be said that you are lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot, you deserve it!"

Thinking of this, Gao Shiwei turned his eyes to the track again, looked at the five soldiers of Yan Kingdom who had reached the shooting position, and finally focused his sights on He Qiu, the leader.

"He Qiu, well done!"

"Next, don't let me down!"

At the same time, He Qiu and others took the lead and arrived at the designated location for 400-meter fixed-point shooting.

Immediately afterwards, He Qiu, who ran at the front of the team, immediately picked up the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand without hesitation, and pointed it steadily at the bullseye at a straight line of 400 meters.

On the other side, Han Mingzhe of the Goryeo Hunting Team led the team's shooting model Han Yongjun to his own shooting target within a second.

But before Han Yongjun stepped forward and touched the body of the gun.
In the next second, there were bursts of crisp gunshots from the Yanguo shooting platform.

boom!boom!boom.
In just a few breaths of effort, He Qiu has already finished the thirty bullets in the magazine in one go!