New, World-Record Sniper Kills at 2.5 Miles!
Ukrainian sniper sets world record: 2.5-mile AI-assisted shot with Snipex Alligator kills two Russians with one bullet.
Ukrainian sniper sets world record: 2.5-mile AI-assisted shot with Snipex Alligator kills two Russians with one bullet.
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If you don’t own the air at five hundred feet and fifty yards, you’re not maneuvering—you’re waiting your turn on the casualty list.
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