"Don't worry! My Gallic friend, you have to believe in our ability!"

500 meters.

Death is still the target.

The two baseball cap players were still there saying "Fuck" and they were still excited, but their laughter was not as relaxed as before, and it was a little more solemn.

Xia Zhiguo finally gave the order.

"Platoon Commander Shen, retreat! Everyone has retreated so far, what are you still doing there?"

Shen Jun replied loudly: "Okay!"

After that, he gave the order: "Everyone, retreat to a distance of 600 meters."

No one in Gallic Chicken's paratroopers understood Chinese, but Colonel Alfonso's translator did, and he translated Shen Jun's words with a pale face.

Alfonso looked at Xia Zhiguo, who looked calm: "Colonel Xia, we are communicating, there is no need to be so serious, right?"

Xia Zhiguo said without changing his expression: "No, no, no, we are not communicating, we are just calibrating the guns."

Alfonso choked.

It was originally promised to be a school gun!

Nothing wrong!

When the PLA members withdrew to 600 meters, two high-precision snipers were set up.

Hou Jun called his name: "Fat Wei, Li Zheng, you two practicing sniping, go hold the target first."

Li Zheng nodded and said: "Okay!"

Fatty Wei cried sadly: "Squad leader, why am I always the one who gets hurt?"

Hou Jun said: "It's okay, I'm responsible for your target. Do you have confidence in me?"

Fatty Wei said with a sad face: "Yes, if you say yes, I will..."
Chapter completed!