It was easy to survive this war, but who knows if I can survive the next one.

Ding San just struggled for a moment on the line between life and death. Perhaps the Lord of Hell didn't like this guy who became the deputy chief of staff and was carrying a sniper rifle, so he didn't die.

The bullet grazed his neck and entered the stomach of a soldier behind him.

The bullet pierced his vertebrae, causing the guy to become incontinent. Before being evacuated, the health worker determined that he would probably never walk again in his life.

The guy was adamant, saying that it didn't matter if he couldn't walk, as long as he could ride a horse and herd sheep.

But the health worker said that I can’t even walk, let alone ride a horse. If I want to herd sheep, I’ll spend my next life!

After hearing this, the wounded man fell silent. While the health worker was calling for the stretcher, a gunshot rang out behind him.

The bullet entered from the temple and came out from the other side.

The brain matter was sprayed onto the nearby tree. This time, not only could I not walk, I could not even breathe.

"His family is quite poor and doesn't even have a good bag. He doesn't want to burden his family!" said a soldier who was familiar with him.

"Remember your military exploits!" Ding San shook his head.

As a sniper, Ding San hated the practice of sniping.

Only idiots do this!

As a sniper, Ding San easily found the guy who was not very good at his skills.

A sniper actually stayed in a tree and missed his target.

Ding San naturally knew that that guy's target was him.

"If you see that tree, put up the instant fuse and shoot me." Ding San turned around and ordered, and then three mortars fired at the fool on the tree.

I watched this guy fall from the tree to the ground like a bird.

In the explosion, it turned into a pile of minced meat, and then turned into a pile of rotten meat.

The broken head was found by the soldiers of the Mongolian regiment and placed next to the bodies of their comrades.

Ding San didn't know if this was a Mongolian tradition, but anyway, those Mongolian soldiers started singing.
Chapter completed!