Not only did Mo Ling find Song Qiao's choice too hasty, but even Zeng Long raised an eyebrow when he saw the weapon he had chosen. Although he clearly didn't understand why Song Qiao would be so arrogant, he didn't say anything more.
As for Su Yuan, who was opposite Song Qiao, he had, as expected, chosen an AK with top-tier configuration. This type of rifle was very suitable for the close-quarters assault combat they were currently in. At the very least, Song Qiao, armed with a handgun, wouldn't be able to engage in a firefight. Zeng Long and Mo Ling could already imagine that as soon as the duel began, Song Qiao would be suppressed by Su Yuan's firepower, unable to catch his breath.
Carrying an AK, Su Yuan walked up to Song Qiao. He looked down at the handgun in Song Qiao's hand and couldn't help but scoff twice. "You chose this piece of junk to fight me?" Su Yuan flashed the rifle in his hand, then sneered contemptuously, "I advise you, it's not too late to surrender now. If I turn you into a sieve later, you'll have nowhere to cry!"
Hiss!
Song Qiao was loading bullets into his handgun when he heard Su Yuan's mockery. He let out an exasperated hiss and looked up at Su Yuan impatiently, "What's all the nonsense? Just tell me how we're going to compete?"
Su Yuan let out a cold snort, raised his gun, and pointed to the open space behind him. He replied, "Ever heard of a field battle? It's 40 by 5, a total of 200 square meters. There are cover and obstacles within the field, a place we usually train. You and I enter from opposite sides and start fighting with the chosen weapons!"
The training ground was a rectangular space, open at the top and surrounded by walls. The area was filled with rows of tires, iron barrels filled with sand, and wooden crates. These could effectively block the impact of bullets. Besides these cover points, neither Song Qiao nor Su Yuan wore any protective gear, including helmets and bulletproof vests, both of which they had discarded. And the weapons they had chosen were not loaded with blanks for training, but with live ammunition! The rules were very simple and brutal: the two would use cover to shoot at each other. The rules for victory were not stated by Su Yuan, but they were very clear.
Mo Ling and Zeng Long naturally felt something was amiss. Live ammunition, this was a fight to the death! One was one of China's Dragon Generals, and the other was a special recruit brigadier from the Ministry of Security. If these two fought to the death here, no matter who won or lost, it would be a loss for China! But they also knew that neither of them could be persuaded, so they didn't waste any more words.
"Let's go up to the observation tower, we can see more clearly." Mo Ling glanced at Song Qiao with some concern and then chose to withdraw from the field, leaving the space to the two of them for their duel. The three of them ascended a guard tower on the periphery of the field. With the help of binoculars, they could clearly see what was happening within the arena.
The three saw that Song Qiao and Su Yuan had made their preparations. Without anyone calling for a start, Song Qiao, holding the Desert Eagle, abandoned cover and charged towards the opposite side!
"What's going on with that guy?" Zeng Long's hands, holding the binoculars, trembled slightly. Even as a Dragon General who had personally witnessed countless brutal battles on the battlefield, he had never seen such reckless suicidal behavior! Holding a Desert Eagle, not seeking cover to hide, standing firm and fighting steadily, instead he rushed forward headlong to engage in a head-on confrontation?
Mo Ling was also startled by Song Qiao's actions. She stomped her foot hard and cursed him as an idiot. "Going up like that is suicidal!" If Su Yuan were a rookie, it would be understandable. But he was a genuine Dragon General! In terms of combat experience, he was even richer than Zeng Long. He was most skilled in this kind of close-quarters combat. Coupled with Su Yuan's extremely accurate marksmanship and overwhelming firepower advantage over Song Qiao! Originally, Mo Ling had thought Song Qiao would use the advantage of the handgun's portability to hide behind cover and look for opportunities. But Song Qiao's actions were the complete opposite. To both of them, this was no different from seeking death!
Gao Meng, holding a pair of binoculars with both hands, also became nervous seeing the situation in the arena. But she still had great faith in Song Qiao, knowing that her master, while appearing careless, was actually very meticulous in his thinking and would never make such a low-level mistake. So she said to the two, "Don't worry, maybe a miracle will happen!"
Hiss.
Just as the three were feeling tense, they suddenly saw a puff of white smoke rising from the center of the arena, followed by a dazzling, intense light flashing violently.
"Close your eyes!" Mo Ling's heart tightened, and she hurriedly shouted a warning to Gao Meng. Fearing she wouldn't react in time, she even dotingly raised her hand to cover Gao Meng's eyes. As a seasoned Dragon General, Zeng Long, without needing Mo Ling's reminder, knew exactly what was emitting that white smoke. It was a flashbang!
Looking at the position of the flashbang, Zeng Long frowned slightly with confusion and muttered, "The choice isn't bad, but is the force a bit too great? If it had been thrown in the middle area instead of the corner, perhaps the situation would have been more favorable."
The battle had already begun, and there was no chance for Song Qiao to throw another one. As the flashbang detonated, countless flammable chemical compounds began to burn fiercely. The fire spread to the tires placed in the arena, igniting a raging blaze in the strong light and dense white smoke. A pungent odor quickly spread throughout the arena, and the gunfire officially began!
Biu!
A bullet spun at high speed, instantly piercing through the blinding light. A wisp of smoke trailed the bullet as it hurtled towards Song Qiao!
Whoosh!
At the critical moment, Song Qiao quickly crouched down and then rapidly dodged towards the nearest cover. He narrowly avoided that insidious bullet. Hiding behind cover, cold sweat quickly broke out on Song Qiao's forehead. If he hadn't reacted in time, that bullet would have hit him! He swallowed hard and carefully observed the situation opposite him. In the strong light and dense smoke, Song Qiao was certain that the bullet had come from that position. Su Yuan was indeed a Dragon General; even under the interference of the flashbang and with poor visibility, he could still shoot accurately! It seemed that this guy's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people!