After speaking, he waved his hand and left with his people.
As Qin Jian continued to walk forward, just as he was about to reach the tank, a bullet suddenly flew by in front of him, grazing his cheek and igniting a burst of sparks on the tank with a clang.
"Live ammunition!" His brows furrowed, and his eyes turned grim.
"No way?" Commander Wu exclaimed in disbelief, "Are they really playing like this? We're all using blank rounds, where did they get live ammunition?!"
"Just now, it grazed my face." After saying this, Qin Jian raised his hand to touch, and sure enough, he was bleeding.
"This means his marksmanship is quite precise. If it had been just half an inch off, I guess the bullet would have flown directly into my face," Qin Jian said.
"Can it be? Is that falcon really that confident?" Commander Wu simply couldn't believe it.
