WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

The extreme shock brought by 62 CQB

The coach's words convinced Eisenhower: "You far exceeded my expectations, Sean, you really are a genius."

The coaches around him laughed, and even many police officers gave Sean a thumbs up.

"But I think such shooting techniques are useless, rigid, and unnecessary to promote in the military."

An untimely voice came from behind.

Even Eisenhower wanted to yell at him, "Don't you know when to speak?"

Our war department is about to sign a contract, and you're telling me this?

Everyone turned to look at Sterling behind them.

The Royal Air Force officer, dressed in a uniform resembling that of the Boy Scouts of the United States, slowly walked forward.

He looked at Sean quietly. "Sir, I apologize for being presumptuous, but I feel that your shooting style is not suitable for the battlefield, or even the city."

"What did you say?"

Deputy Director Dai Ke, standing nearby, rolled up his sleeves angrily and demanded, "What do you mean by 'unsuitable'?"

We've been using new techniques for the past few days, and it's obvious that all the officers' shooting skills have improved. Now, you're actually belittling our achievements?

You think that just because you're with the military, I won't dare cause you trouble? The Los Angeles Police Department has no connection with the military, and even the Department of Justice has no right to excessively interfere in the city of Los Angeles.

The Rifle Association instructors were furious. "We've been promoting it, and you're saying we're wrong?"

"Hey kid, are you saying our posture is wrong?"

Sterling showed no fear in the face of the crowd's anger and questioning.

He spoke in heavily accented English.

"Mr. Sean, I don't know what you're thinking. Maybe it's because you've never been on the battlefield and haven't experienced real war. Actually, this kind of head-on shooting is very foolish."

madness?

Everyone was furious.

Deckard, with his fiery temper, charged forward, yelling, "Kid, are you serious? Are you implying that we Los Angeles police are stupid?"

"Hey, hey, Deckard, calm down."

Sean stepped forward, placed his hand on Deckard's chest, and then turned to face Sterling.

Sean wasn't angry at all; he maintained his polite smile.

I'd like to hear your reasons.

Sterling picked up a 1935 pistol. "On the battlefield, shooting head-on actually exposes your body, which is very foolish."

Sean nodded slightly in the face of humiliation.

Everyone stared in surprise, wondering why you agreed with him.

Yes, objectively speaking, the other party is right.

Not only is exposing your body foolish, but even peeking out to check is foolish; you'll get hit by stray bullets.

But this shooting posture is not foolish; rather, it is an improvement, because it is not a technique used on the front lines.

If the police can use it, then special operations will have no problem using it at all.

Besides, who uses a pistol on the battlefield?

"What do you think?"

"I think one hand is more flexible and convenient, and it can also be used to retaliate when dodging." Sterling looked at Sean provocatively.

"Haha." Sean laughed.

"This isn't funny," Sterling said seriously.

"Auguste Heidelt".

"arrive."

"Let him see what he calls a stupid trick."

Heidett flashed a gleaming white smile. "Yes, he'll soon realize how ignorant he was."

The coaches around them all laughed.

Sterling looked at him defiantly, "I'm looking forward to your performance."

The shooting range was cleared out immediately, and Los Angeles police officers stepped aside.

Eisenhower didn't say it aloud, but he did somewhat agree with Sterling. After all, he was an officer, and although he hadn't commanded any battles, he understood the battlefield.

He looked at Sean's composure with curiosity, as if the other party had some trump card up his sleeve.

Heidart waved his hand, and the paratroopers who had been standing by watching the show all wore eerie smiles.

They slowly walked up, stretching their wrists.

"Numbers 3-6, please step forward."

Four paratroopers took a step forward simultaneously.

At this moment, all the police officers wore expressions of excitement.

"Oh my god, are we going to see it again?"

"Yes, their coordinated, ghostly movements are always awe-inspiring."

"I'm really curious now, what kind of team could stop their attack?"

"No, if it were a sudden attack, the battle would probably be over in two or three seconds."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Eisenhower turned his head slightly and noticed that every officer's face was filled with excitement and admiration.

That expression came from the heart. What made them feel that way?

Eisenhower suddenly became interested in these strange coaches.

"Pistol tactical formation, assault mode."

After saying that, Heidel pressed a button, and the firing range was fitted with new targets.

Eisenhower saw the men holding pistols, lined up in two rows, one in front of the other.

They went into the firing range instead of standing in the target lane to fire.

Unlike police training, the shooting range features a large number of targets at close, medium, and long ranges, scattered across the range, resembling a dense crowd from a distance.

"Starting in 5 seconds, prepare to time." Heidel raised his hand and looked at his watch.

The four men took a deep breath, gripped their pistols, and then relaxed.

Boom!

Two gunshots rang out instantly.

The four-man squad began moving and firing simultaneously, with the two in front providing cross-cover, firing two shots in quick succession each time.

The metal target made a series of loud thuds and collapsed instantly.

Eisenhower's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and Sterling's smile vanished abruptly.

Everyone watched in silence.

The four-man squad moved and fired at an alarming speed.

"Reload!"

After speaking, the person in front turned around and hid behind their teammate, who immediately took over the attacker's position.

Bang bang bang bang!

The gunfire seemed to continue indefinitely.

The targets fell one after another.

"Reload!"

The team made another smooth change.

Sterling's mouth was agape; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Their attacks were coordinated and rapid; if they launched a sudden attack, an entire squad of soldiers could be killed instantly, without even time to react.

Eisenhower turned to look at Sean. "I've never seen such an efficient attack method."

Sean smiled faintly, his chin slightly raised.

Of course, this is the combat method of special forces in later generations. Moreover, they do nothing but train every day, and they are fed bullets. No unit has a higher training intensity than them.

Tactics themselves are the result of decades of experience summarized by countless countries.

How could one have encountered a tactical intervention group during World War II?

After the four men finished shooting at all the targets, Heidel quietly looked at his watch.

"See? Every time I see them training, I feel a surge of excitement."

"Yes, that's amazing."

The surrounding instructors from the National Rifle Association and Los Angeles police officers all wore excited expressions.

Sterling was speechless. They were amazing, incredibly amazing.

Eisenhower and the other two from the Army were deeply shocked; they had never seen such an elite commando unit.

"One minute and seven seconds, unacceptable. The time must be kept within one minute."

Starting today, each person will fire an additional 500 rounds of ammunition per day.

What?

Is this score unacceptable?

Everyone felt the collapse; is that considered substandard?

Eisenhower leaned closer to Sean. "Are you serious? You can't be serious, can you? They're not qualified? If they're not qualified, how will our army evaluate them?"

Is it a pile of dog poop?

"Yes, they are not qualified."

Upon hearing the words that came out of Sean's mouth, Sterling and Eisenhower felt that the world had gone mad.