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As soon as Suleiman finished speaking, the backyard instantly became quiet.

Du Jian's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

Sniper rifle shooting at a moving target?

Or a Frisbee tossed by someone two hundred meters away?

These guys are playing too wildly!

It's okay to use an assault rifle to shoot Frisbees, but using a bolt-action sniper rifle to shoot them doesn't conform to conventional tactical logic at all!

Suleiman looked at Du Jian's expression and grinned.

"Captain Du, do you think it's unreasonable?"

He reached out and patted the M24 lying next to him.

"Same."

"Snipers are very particular about missing a hit. They usually wait for the opportunity they are most confident of."

"But..."

"In a real scene, unless the other party is unprepared, no one will stay in place stupidly."

"You can still have a certain hit rate while moving. This is the most realistic competition."

"What I said...is correct?"

Du Jian didn't answer.

He knew very well that Suleiman was telling the truth.

In fact, there are similar moving target trainings in China, and there are even Frisbee-playing subjects.

But that was using a special target-throwing machine, which was ejected upward from the ground. The trajectory was a very standard and easy-to-predict parabola.

Top snipers can hit fifty percent in this subject.

But now, they throw the Frisbee by hand.

This is something else entirely.

The influence of the person's strength, the angle of the shot, and the wind speed two hundred meters away.

There is no trace of the trajectory of the flying disc in the air.

This completely challenges the sniper's reaction limit.

Du Jian turned his head and looked at the madman standing behind him.

The lunatic usually talks the least, but now his expression became completely serious.

He stared at the dirt slope in the distance, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the gun sling.

Sensing Du Jian's gaze, Madman met his gaze and nodded heavily.

But it is only possible to fight, there is no guarantee of victory.

Seeing the lunatic's statement, Du Jian turned around and raised his chin slightly.

"Okay."

"Since we are in Bazargan, then follow your rules."

As an elite member of a great country, the pride in his bones does not allow him to back down at this time.

Regardless of winning or losing, the momentum must not be lost first.

"Happy!"

Suleiman waved his hand.

"Tariq, go get the Frisbee!"

Tariq, who was standing behind, responded, turned around and ran towards the warehouse.

Within a few minutes, he ran back with a plastic basket filled with orange-red plastic Frisbees.

These are the things they usually use for training.

Suleiman turned his head.

"Kamran, you do this."

Kamran grinned when he heard Suleiman's name.

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