In the military barracks, the strong were respected. After three months of rigorous training and constant interaction, everyone was keenly aware of Luo Zheng's progress. In terms of individual combat capability, whether it was physical fitness, hand-to-hand combat, or shooting, no one dared to challenge Luo Zheng. In tactical command, everyone admired Luo Zheng's boundless thinking and ingenious tactical maneuvers. Coupled with Luo Zheng being easy-going and valuing loyalty, Lan Xue's proposal was smoothly passed.
Seeing the sincere support from everyone, Lan Xue breathed a sigh of relief and began to feel a swell of pride, realizing the man she admired was truly extraordinary. Seeing the situation had been settled, Luo Zheng found no way to refuse and, not wanting to make it difficult for Lan Xue, stopped opposing it. After so casual chatting, it was decided that Ghost Hand's three n would remain behind, with Snow Leopard staying put.
Before long, a liaison officer rushed over, bringing lunch. Everyone was unreserved, enjoying their al. With the competition about to start, who knew when they'd next get the chance to eat normally? So they ate heartily, storing up so energy. After eating and drinking their fill, they rested for a while and in the afternoon, they stored their equipnt back in the tents and headed outside.
The outside area was bustling. An open-air tent had been set up on a spacious field, shielding the sun. Representatives from military industrial enterprises had set up stalls, where beautiful won enthusiastically introduced various weapons. The exhibitors were mainly powerful military countries. There was a lot of onlookers, interested in learning more about each other, but only the countries with lower military research and developnt abilities were truly interested in making purchases.
Luo Zheng instantly noticed a national flag hanging over one of the stalls and felt a sense of familiarity. He whispered to Lan Xue, "It's from our country, do you want to take a look?"
After a mont of contemplation, Lan Xue nodded, and they approached the stall. The receptionist, a beautiful woman, did not recognize them and greeted them in English, the international lingua franca. Luo Zheng and Lan Xue, concealing their identities, glanced over the weapons displayed at the stall: the Type 95 assault rifle and the M99 semi-automatic sniper rifle, the very equipnt chosen for this competition.
The enthusiastic hostess said, "Both of you, as per the competition committee's request, we've brought equipnt used by the competing teams. They perform excellently and are affordably priced. Would you like to know more in detail?"
"Are you calling these weapons high-performing? Sweetheart, you really have a sense of humor." A mocked voice spoke disdainfully as a hulking, burly man approached. His skin was deeply tanned, his head bald, and his eyes sharp. The muscles on his exposed arms bulged like hills, veins popping out like coiling dragons and snakes, indicating explosive power, a clear sign of a combat expert.
Luo Zheng stepped back, wanting to see how the receptionist would handle the situation. This was the competition headquarters, secured by peacekeeping special forces who strictly prohibited fighting — there was no worry about the Black Man causing trouble.
With a smile, the receptionist effortlessly rebutted, "Sir, you joke, but performance depends on the user. For example, our country's soldiers, with these equipnt, capture tigers in the mountains, bind dragons in the seas, ensuring national security, and their renown echoes worldwide. It has even earned the title of 'no-go zone for rcenaries,' none of whom dare to cause trouble in our country, not even terrorists."
"Utterly ridiculous. If your country is a 'no-go zone for rcenaries,' then why did we co to this damned place?" The Black Man mockingly asked, his loud voice attracting a crowd.
"Are you referring to the Wild Wolf rcenary Group, sir?" the receptionist countered without showing any emotion, and continued when she saw the smug sneer on his face, "It seems you are not well inford. It's true that the Wild Wolf rcenary Group caused a disturbance in Beijing, but they suffered huge losses and skulked over here. Their bases in the Asian Region were destroyed using the very equipnt we now showcase. If they hadn't hidden in these plains, the Wild Wolf rcenary Group would already be history, and none of us would need to be here soaking up the sun. Bla it on the Wild Wolves for being cowards."
Her response, logical and persuasive, left the Black Man speechless. Luo Zheng watched, amazed by her skilled argunt. He wouldn't have been able to co up with such a rationale himself and couldn't help but laugh, while Lan Xue whispered beside him, "Quick-thinking and well-founded. She must have been trained for this sort of interaction beforehand."
"Big talk for such incompetence. With just these scraps of iron, you claim to have leveled the Wild Wolf rcenary Group's base in Asia?" the Black Man shouted irritably.
Frustrated, the receptionist retorted, "Scraps of iron? Gas-operated, rotating bolt lock, capable of semi-automatic and automatic fire, equipped with either a 30-round magazine or a 75-round drum, chanical sighting system using a peep sight. It features a barrel mount for decreasing noise and flash, can fire 40mm grenade rounds, supports a detachable 35mm grenade launcher, cos with a 3x optical scope and an image intensification sight for pinpoint accuracy on moving targets up to 200 ters away under low light conditions, and the multifunctional bayonet can be swiftly attached or detached. It has a high capacity for sustained fire. How is it inferior?"
"Nice!" the crowd around, all military personnel with excess energy and in search of entertainnt, feared missing out on the fun. Hearing how the receptionist smoothly listed the features of the Type 95 assault rifle, countering the Black Man while promoting the gun, they cheered her on.
"Caliber, 5.8mm; overall length, 746mm; total weight, 3.25kg; muzzle velocity, 930 ters per second; theoretical rate of fire, 650 rounds per minute; combat rate of fire, 40 rounds per minute (single shot), 100 rounds per minute (automatic); direct shooting range, 370 ters; effective range, 400 ters; magazine capacity, 30 rounds and 75 round drum. Such a fine weapon is priced most competitively among similar international firearms, offering great value for money. What more could you want?" she continued, her tone turning frosty as she pressed her advantage.
"This weapon is good. We'll order so," a man with a white turban shouted.
"Thank you, sir," the receptionist instantly bead, warmly greeting the Arab man and ignoring the Black Man, while the onlookers, thinking the excitent was over, began to disperse.
"Ridiculous," the Black Man blurted loudly, picking up a Type-95 assault rifle and saying, "This model has many flaws. For example, the simple connection seat cannot support modular functions, making it difficult to et soldiers' diverse needs; a 200m night vision range is also insufficient, hence all-weather combat capabilities need improvent; the 5.8mm standard ammunition uses conventional rcury prir, which risks prir corrosion with long-term storage, creating a reliability concern, and so on. Just one of these issues is critical. How do you explain that?"
"Oh please, we know this model isn't a secret. Compared to our Barrett rifles, it is markedly inferior," a man beside the Black Man chid in, his face breaking into a smug sneer.
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