Today is a rare sunny day after the rainy season, and the bright sunshine shines coldly on this land.

Eric ran wildly in the forest with a long sniper rifle, and the cover-up cloak was blown and trembling. Not far behind him was a team of vicious American troops. Since it had not rained these days, Eric's footprints could not be covered by rain, so the US troops followed his footprints and chased him wildly.

With the cover of the bushes, Eric ran to the depths of the woods with a lifeless sound. He could even hear the rumbling sounds and gunshots from behind him, leaving him with no room for breath. He looked back and saw that there were many US troops holding M16s and sniper rifles aiming at him with guns. The dense bullets were wrapped in the whistling sound and passed by him. Eric jumped and lay on the ground. The high-speed bullets broke the crisscrossing branches and made a crisp "creaking" sound. The dense leaves on his head were smashed like they were hit by heavy rain, shattering and flying, and they all fell on him.

"Damn it, fight with these Americans! You have to take a cushion until you die!" Eric thought fiercely: "The German soldiers cannot be insulted!" He was chased by the US military for a long time, tired and hungry, which made him exhausted and embarrassed. As the saying goes, a dog jumped over the wall. At this moment, Eric, who was forced to walk through the pathless, suddenly had a murderous aura all over his body.

Eric found a lush bushes to hide, pushed apart the leaves that blocked their sight, poked out the slender sniper barrel, and quickly put his right eye on it to search for the target that could be shot, like a lurking cheetah, quietly waiting for the prey to appear.

After this set of actions, Eric only took a few seconds, which was much faster than ordinary people. For a sniper, time is particularly important. It only takes a few seconds for a sniper to shoot from the gun chamber to the person's body. This tiny time gap may not be a big deal for ordinary soldiers, but for snipers, it is enough to determine their own life or death.

Eric took advantage of the sniper rifle and put his right eye on the sniper lens. What he saw from it seemed like another world. In the light blue round hole, there was a cross-shaped sniper aiming line and arc-shaped scale line. When the enemy's fatal part stayed steadily at the cross-line converging sight, it would be accurately shot and killed by his sniper rifle in just one or two seconds.

Men seem to have a fanaticism about weapons. This is not only a chauvinism, but also a greedy instinct of human nature. Men want to use violence to plunder wealth, women, and intimidate their opponents. Eric, a fledgling sniper, has an indescribable dependence on the magical sniper rifle. Once his index finger touches the cold trigger, his blood immediately boils.

From the magnified 6-magnification sight lens, Eric could clearly see that the woods were 1,000 meters away. He squinted his eyes and carefully searched the jungle in front. In the slightly blurry mirror, more than a dozen American soldiers in camouflage uniforms gradually flashed out. They stretched the team widened and lengthened, searching forward in a scattered line.

These fierce guys were looking around, wondering why the prey on their hands flew away? They knew that this German was a sniper trained by the German army, and they couldn't help but become timid. After all, being aimed at their heads with advanced sniper rifles was not a good thing. But under the scolding of the officer, they had to grit their teeth and search forward.

Eric clearly saw from the light blue scope that a slightly fat guy crouched in the grass, holding his telescope in his hands and observing it, and it was obviously a commander.

Eric remembers that his commander, Colonel Hamilton, said: According to the sniper's actual combat code, the priority sequence for choosing sniper targets is: first, enemy sniper, second, enemy commander, third, long-range attack weapon operator.

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Therefore, his preferred sniper target was the US military leader who was hiding behind and observing with a high-power telescope.

Eric quickly calculated his distance with a scope with a scale, about 400 meters. It was not difficult to kill him accurately with an advanced sniper rifle. The cross line of his sight lens firmly wrapped around the head of the US military officer. His shining telescope reflective line pointed out the direction for him. Eric's index finger of his right hand steadily pulled the trigger, held his breath, increased the force at a constant speed, and fired decisively.

Boon—! A crisp gunshot didn't linger for long, and soon disappeared into the empty woods.

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The powerful 7.92mm steel core warhead happened to shoot into his telescope hole, quickly penetrating two layers of fragile glass lenses, exploding his eyeballs, and then continued to drill into his skull cavity. The high-speed rotating warhead stirred up his brain, and finally opened a blood hole as big as a fist on the back of his head, and the broken bones splattered, and then he left with an unfulfilled feeling.

Eric clearly saw from the scope that the unlucky commander's head suddenly tilted back, his soul was instantly drained by the deadly warhead, and then he collapsed on his back. His eyes were blown open with a black blood hole, and blood surged wildly, and the blasted back of his head, the red and white viscous brain matter sprayed on the white land.

This was the first time in Eric's life that he had shot his enemy with a gun, and he saw the gun so clearly, which shocked him very strongly. Unexpectedly, under the black gun, human life was so fragile. A metal bullet weighing a few grams could easily have a living life!

Life and death were closed, Eric dared not think too much. Before the other soldiers could fully react, they quickly pulled the bolt, retreated, loaded the bullet, and immediately aimed at the head of a guy in front who was fighting against the machine gun. He bit his teeth and pulled the trigger. As the gunshot sounded, he saw that the guy's head exploded from the middle of his eyebrows, and his entire head was turned upside down, and a ball of blood mist was sprayed with red plasma and white brain marrow. The guy was beaten and fell to the ground. His whole face was blown away, leaving only his white teeth exposed to the air. The power of the sniper rifle is too great. As long as he shot into the human body, he will definitely die.

The terrifying headshots of the two shots just now have exposed Eric's hidden position. He quickly moved to avoid being shot into honeycombs by dense rain of bullets.

The US troops, which were unprepared, were like frightened birds, crawling on the ground one by one, all huddled behind the trees, and fired violently at the position where they were shooting. More than a dozen orange-red trajectories were flying like hideous poisonous snakes, rushing towards the unknown enemy frantically.

Eric hugged the sniper rifle in his arms and rolled on the spot quickly. The hidden position was hit by a roaring dense bullets.

Several US troops rushed forward under the cover of firepower. The rapid firepower made Eric raise his head without feeling at all.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Eric hurriedly shot three points, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The bullet shot out of the gun chamber, and the hot bullet rotating at high speed instantly knocked down three rash ghosts. Three dead bodies were lying on the ground, and large pieces of plasma dyed the land under the corpse red.

The remaining US troops were surprised by Eric's accurate marksmanship. Taking advantage of their sluggish moment, Eric immediately responded. He rolled on the spot with a sniper rifle, crawled forward quickly, and crawled to the depths of the deep and lush woods. Then he lowered his waist and lowered his head, running forward vigorously like a leopard chasing prey, and disappeared in the arms of the primitive woods.

Eric didn't run much because he suddenly discovered that his sniper rifle had no bullets. He had just exchanged fire and shot all his only bullets. Besides, the food on his body was eaten up, so he had to kill one or two pursuers quietly and seize supplies from the enemy, otherwise he would definitely not be able to escape the clutches of the US military, but this wrong decision almost killed him.

Eric is really a bold person. Not only did he not escape far away, he actually lurked in a dense spruce tree. He hid in the high branches and leaves, and waited patiently for a group. When the search line of the US military was very sparse, he began to make up his mind to attack a single US soldier so as to obtain supplies.

A US soldier holding a Mauser rifle happened to come to the tree, and he was tired enough. He leaned against the tree and took out a small bottle of brandy, wanting to take a sip of warming his body.

But this poor guy was hooked from behind by Eric who fell from the sky as soon as he opened the bottle plug. His left hand suddenly covered his mouth tightly, and his right hand smeared at his throat with a thunderous force. Before the American soldiers could scream, a sharp dagger cut off his throat in an instant, and blood splashed far away.

Eric quickly dragged the dead body into the jungle. He stripped the US military corpse's carry tool and pockets, searched for some chocolate, some pastrami, and a small bottle of brandy. Eric hadn't eaten this high-nutrition high-end field food for a long time. He wanted to eat all of it, but he still survived. He only ate a little jerky, and the rest were left as food for home and stuffed it into his pocket.

Eric collected a pistol from the dead body, as well as four rifle magazines and two pistol magazines, and one grenade, all of which were collected for himself.

Eric hurriedly picked up the wine pot and took a big sip of brandy. The strong wine was warmed from his throat and his heart, making his originally frozen numb body feel much more comfortable. He raised the wine pot again and wanted to take a second sip.

"Bow!" A unique muffled sound of the sniper rifle was shot from some corner, and the wine pot in Eric's hand flew away, and his good mood was lost. The bullet whistled past his head, and the spruce trees beside him were smashed into pieces and splashed to his neck. Eric felt that the bullet hurt him, and it almost brushed his ears and flew past him. Unfortunately, the person who shot was a few millimeters away, otherwise Eric's life would be reimbursed.

"How is it! Ghost Sniper!" Eric couldn't help but curse in his heart, fear and nervousness also rose. He quickly hid behind the wide spruce tree, holding the sniper rifle and did not dare to move again. He had to calm his brain first and deal with this life-and-death sniper battle with a peaceful mind and great patience.

The shot was the second lieutenant of the US military, Ryan, a fanatical war advocate. Just the day before yesterday, he sniped two German soldiers with his own hands. He was obsessed with the pleasure of falling under his gun and sniffing the head.

Ryan hid in the land with a camouflage, raised his sniper rifle, and his whole person blended with nature. His camouflage skills were very good.

Ryan could have killed Eric with one shot just now, but his heart was filled with anger!

Just as Eric jumped down from the spruce tree to attack the US soldiers, Ryan had noticed the spruce branch shaking abnormally from the telescope. He immediately judged with his sixth sense that it was the German hiding place.

Ryan has a kind of arrogance. When the appearance of this sharp gunman made him feel incredible. For the honor of the US military, he had to let his opponent suffer double panic and pain. He had to finish the game of cat and mouse with the damn German, try to insult him and then slowly kill him, instead of shooting him without his knowledge. This is too cheap that bastard.

The duel between senior snipers is about perseverance and patience. However, the current situation is very unfavorable to Eric, and it is dangerous to stay in this dangerous place for one more minute. He is now targeted by this ghost sniper and must kill him as soon as possible before he can get out.

The duel between snipers is about perseverance and patience. However, the current situation is very unfavorable to Eric. It is dangerous to stay in this dangerous place for one more minute. He has been targeted by this ghost sniper and must kill him as soon as possible before he can get out.

Eric looked around and saw that the situation was very critical, and many American soldiers searched with gunfire.

"What should I do? Can I just sit and wait for death?" Eric thought nervously. Suddenly, he looked at the dead body lying nearby. Eric's eyes lit up. There was a way.

He quickly took off his disguise suit and put it on the corpse. He also pressed the corpse's rifle into the corpse's arms, trying to do it very realistically. Then he aimed at the puppet substitute and kicked it hard. The corpse rolled on the ground, just like a tactical move of a soldier avoiding bullets.

Ryan suddenly saw a white figure coming out from the scope and rolling out from behind the big tree. It seemed that the guy was about to escape.

"Haha, it's not that easy to escape from my palm." Ryan thought proudly: "Baby, the game has just begun! I'm going to kill you slowly! Avenge the brave American soldiers!" He moved the sniper's sight in lightning, "Bang!" A bullet accurately hit the figure's thigh.

"Strange! Why didn't that German struggle? Is he dead?" Ryan thought in wonder, and suddenly his face changed suddenly: "No! I'm fooled, this cunning German!" Thinking of this, he instantly picked up his sniper rifle and ran hard. He had to leave here quickly, and he firmly believed that he had been exposed.

Eric quickly calculated the ballistic direction from the bullet holes in the dead body, thus locking the position of the ghost sniper lurking.

He quickly turned from behind the big tree and aimed at the gun. He held the sniper rifle tightly with his right hand, and his index finger was shaking slightly, which was caused by tension and excitement.

The cross sniper line always remained relatively still with the running figure. The light blue lens center firmly clamped his chest. Using the arc scale of the sniper lens, he immediately calculated the distance of the shadow, quickly corrected the shooting error, and reserved the shooting advance amount. When the target intersected with the sniper cursor, he decisively clenched the trigger.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound unique to the sniper rifle, the Mauser 98K sniper in his hand roared, the barrel of the gun was spewed out of the hot flame, a 7.62-mm bullet, a blood-red bullet mark, and with a sacred mission, it rotated and flew towards the target at high speed.

Eric looked calmly from the scope as the ghost sniper fell head-on to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for using the puppet substitute to lure the other party to shoot and storm the position, this guy would have been really difficult to deal with.

"Bao!" The dead body in the mirror suddenly stood up and shot Eric.

Ryan was not dead. It was just his trick just now. He successfully deceived Eric with fake falls. This trick was quite powerful because he had to take risks with his own life and had the ability to predict the time of the other party's shooting. Only outlaws like Ryan could do it.

Eric felt his shoulders heat up, and he was knocked down by a powerful force. He quickly pressed the wound tightly, and blood surged out of his fingers.

"Damn it, this ghost sniper is too sinister. He is definitely not his opponent!" Eric thought in fear. Now that his right arm is injured, he even takes out his rifle, and he is almost dead.

"Hahaha! You cunning guy, I said you would torture you slowly. The game is becoming more and more interesting now!" Ryan deliberately shot the opponent's right arm just now, leaving the opponent without the ability to fight back.

Ryan leisurely pulled the bolt, stuffed new magazines into the barrel, then approached Eric unscrupulously, and shot at him as he walked.

"Come out! German! You can't escape! Haha!" Ryan smiled arrogantly.

Eric gritted his teeth, and didn't even care about bandaging the wound, and didn't want the sniper rifle. He covered his shoulder and ran deep into the woods. Ryan wouldn't let him go and followed him from behind.

In the dense woods, Eric and Ryan were separated by fifty meters. They ran in one direction almost parallel through the woods. Eric was competing for speed and courage, while the US snipers relied on gunfire and sniper consciousness.

Ryan is the first-class gun-playing technique. He can not only shoot and move targets when he runs, but also jump high every time he jumps over a piece of dead wood or natural trench that falls to the ground, and will shoot with a big sniper in the air and hit Eric!

Eric ran at full speed with all his strength, and guns kept firing behind him. The whistling bullets kept wiping past him, and the branches beside him were smashed and splashed.
Chapter completed!