Chapter 110: Sniper

This feeling is very strange. Several months of life on the battlefield have made me develop the habit of shrinking my head for cover when I hear the sound of gunfire, but now I have to stay still because I am a "corpse".

There were bullets and fragments whizzing through my ears everywhere. Some bullets hit the stone beside me, and the splashed gravel flew to my cotton coat and made a "floating" sound. Although no one would target my "corpse", as long as there was a stray bullet, it could reveal my true form or kill me directly...

I have never been like now, and I hope both sides can shoot more accurately.

Before the Volunteers launched an attack, I knew it was not easy, but I didn't know that the threat of death was so terrifying. I had the idea of ​​retracting my head and hiding behind the stone several times, but in the end I suppressed this desire.

"Boom..." A grenade exploded near me. The soil and gravel fell on me like raindrops, making my face hurt and itchy. This made me instinctively want to reach out to grab it, but in the end I held it back. I secretly thanked that the explosion nearby was the Grenade of the Volunteer Army rather than the Grenade of the US Army, otherwise what hit me might be a fatal shrapnel.

"Kill..." The soldiers yelled and charged towards the top of the mountain, and the US military camp also launched a fierce counterattack, and I was just in the middle of the fight between the two sides...

The sound of gunfire was also heard in the other three directions, but I soon realized that even if the other directions do not attack, people should be arranged to feint attacks to disperse the enemy's forces. Otherwise, the enemy could concentrate most of the troops in this direction, which would undoubtedly cause greater casualties to the Volunteer Army and increase the difficulty of the Volunteer Army breaking through the enemy's defense line.

But in this way, what if the American sniper doesn't come? I couldn't help but think uneasyly that there were volunteers attacking in other directions, so he had every reason not to run to this sniper position. After all, one of their tasks was to guard the highway bridge below the high ground.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart. If a grenade was thrown next to me, should I hide or not? If this continues, I'm afraid that the sniper will be knocked into a real corpse by a stray bullet before it comes. And even if it doesn't become a real corpse, the volunteer soldiers might even carry me as a "corpse" in a while, that's not unfair...

"Oh! Forget it!" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "The chance of waiting for that sniper is too low. You don't have to pay your life for this!"

But at this moment, a few gunshots of m1 rifles were vaguely heard from the US military camp. Because of the lack of US military personnel, most of the weapons they carried were machine guns and submachine guns. The sounds of these rifles seemed a little abrupt. More importantly, the sound came from the direction of the sniper position I guessed.

It was only then that I realized that as a successful sniper, patience is also important, otherwise I would probably fail now.

I slowly opened a slit to look at the sniper position, not daring to open it too much. It is said that these snipers who have been trained for a long time have some telepathy and can feel the potential danger.

Through the night filled with smoke, you can see that in the sniper position ahead, there was a black shadow lying on the ground and shooting at the volunteers. I really wanted to look in the direction of the volunteers to confirm whether he was the sniper who had the habit of headshots, but in the end he gave up that plan. I didn't want to wait until this moment with great difficulty, and let him discover something.

So I decided to do it, but the hateful thing was that he couldn't see his head at all, nor did he have a little bit of the shape of a steel helmet. I think he was wearing a black beret and his face was painted with oil, so it was hard to confirm where he saw only the dark ball in the dark night.

I have a 38-large cover on my hand. I have to pull the bolt once when I shoot a bullet, so I have to shoot a fatal shot. He won't give me a chance to shoot a second bullet.

I wanted to determine his head based on the flames emitted from his muzzle, but what surprised me was that I couldn't see the flames at all. Then I quickly thought that the m1c sniper rifle was originally equipped with a flame suppressor, so the guy in front of me must be the sniper who was the one who couldn't make a mistake.

So I waited slowly, waiting...

With the crisp sound of "kneel!", I was very familiar with this sound. It was the unique sound when the m1 rifle popped out the magazine after firing the bullet. Then the black shadow moved, obviously changing the magazine. The place where it could move should be the hand, so I finally locked his head, and then I didn't think about it, fucked the 38-large cover in my hand and aimed at that position as fast as possible, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

I don’t know if it hits. After firing the bullet, I threw away the broken gun, retracted my head and grabbed the sniper rifle hidden behind the stone in my hand, and then I felt a little safe.

Just kidding, those American special forces are not just a joke. Even if they kill the sniper, my "corpse" under their noses suddenly came alive, which would inevitably attract their attention.

Sure enough, there was only a dense "da da..." sound, and rows of machine gun bullets hit the gravels. If I didn't hide quickly, I would be beaten into a sieve this time.

Only then did I notice that there was another volunteer soldier hiding behind the stone. The soldier had a scar as big as a cup on his face. It seemed that a piece of flesh was cut off by shrapnel, and the bones inside were still vaguely exposed. This made him look very scary. If he hadn't been wearing the volunteers' cotton coat and trousers, I would have almost thought that he was here to take me to the underworld.

His eyes looked at me with cold and cold eyes filled with contempt, as if he was saying to me: "You are still pretending to be dead. It would be embarrassing to have a timid person like you in our volunteer army. If it weren't for seeing you still shooting, I would have killed you!"

Seeing him staring at me with his rifle in his hand, he seemed to have a little thought of escaping, and he would break me up without hesitation with one shot...

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I had been lying on the battlefield for so long to attack snipers. If I really wanted to let my comrades collapse as a deserter, it wouldn't be unfair, and if I die, I would have a reputation as a coward. Fortunately, the comrade seemed unwilling to bother me, so he tapped his finger in front of me twice as a warning, then grabbed the rifle and rushed out.

A gunshot was heard.

This volunteer soldier just rushed out and fell in front of me, got shot in the head and had a brain burst!

Bastard! That sniper is not dead yet!

I rushed out from the other side of the stone without thinking. I was still in that sniper position. A black shadow holding a rifle was clearly exposed in front of me in the sight. He also noticed me almost at the same time and immediately turned the muzzle and pointed at me, but it was too late.

"Bang!" A bullet flew out from my muzzle, and he saw that his head tilted and he stopped moving again.

I hid back in the stone and looked at the scar-faced warrior. I was already exhausted. The bloody and bloody head made me not want to take a look...

I knew he saved me, and in a sense, he made me successfully knock out the US sniper. Not only did I not hit the sniper in the first shot, but I exposed my position. So when I hid in the stone, the sniper kept waiting outside, waiting for me to rush out, and when I rushed out, he shot me a fatal shot, but what he didn't expect was another person who rushed out, and in fact I didn't expect it either.

The firepower in the US military camp seemed to have paused. Maybe they found that their sniper had been shot dead. What made them even more incredible was that the people who killed their snipers were actually a group of Chinese troops that they didn't take seriously and were not equipped at the same level...

The United States is a country full of traditional individual heroism. While they hope to become heroes, they will also establish a heroic image in their hearts. Once this hero falls in front of them, the blow to their psychology and morale will not be as simple as losing a sniper.

The volunteer soldiers during the attack seemed to feel that the pressure was reduced a lot at that moment.

The sound of war trumpets quickly rang around, and all the volunteer soldiers who were feinting attacks on all sides shouted and rushed towards the top of the mountain. The gunners also set up mortars and shot shells at the top of the mountain. The US military was soon submerged in the torrent of the steel of the volunteer soldiers.

I didn't rush up. There was a saying when the US military trained soldiers: close-fitting hand-to-hand combat is submachine guns and grenades. For them, modern wars seem to be no more closer hand-to-hand combat than this, so they never value closer hand-to-hand combat - bayonets! Even the submachine guns and machine guns equipped by these special forces have no bayonet support.

So once the volunteers break through the defense line and reach the distance between bayonets, they are no match for them at all, even the special forces who claim to be fighting for the forwards.

I just followed the team to the sniper who was killed by me to see what he looked like, but I couldn't do it because a bullet hit the bridge of his nose and beat his face with oil paint to pieces.

Bullets do not mean that the size of the bullet will be as big as the hole. People with a little military knowledge will know that it is spinning out at high speed. Once it touches a bone, it will change direction. Sometimes it will be shot in with an eye as big as a thumb, and when it comes out, it will be a hole as big as a fist.

Looking at the sniper's death, I couldn't help but sigh. There were countless people who died by this guy, but I didn't expect that he would die like this in the end.

The only one who can prove his identity as a sniper now seems to be the sniper rifle with a flame-relieving device in his hand, but the gun quickly fell into my hand.

I originally wanted to remove the flame suppressor on his gun and leave it to myself, but when I found that the scope on it actually had a magnification of four times, I made up my mind to exchange the two guns directly. Anyway, both guns are almost the same, and it is not my final decision on which one is captured by myself.

Then he plucked up his magazines and food, and walked down the mountain with a gun.

"Happy, fight happily!" Before I could enter the regiment headquarters, I heard the laughter of Captain Zhang. It was the correspondent who told him the news that the battle had been decided.

"Comrade Cui!" Just as he was about to enter the regiment headquarters, he was stopped by a scream. When he turned around, he found that it was a small stone.

Xiao Shitou must have been waiting here. At this time, he ran up and asked with great affection: "How is Comrade Cui? Did it be destroyed?"

"That's all there is to say!" I raised the sniper rifle in my hand with a victorious smile.

"I just said you can do it!" Xiao Shitou jumped up with joy, but then he quickly looked at the rifle in my hand with a confused look on his face...

Imma, this little guy must have recognized that this rifle that was originally mine. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, Liang Liang's other rifle behind him, and whispered to him: "Don't talk nonsense..."

Seeing Xiao Shitou nodding knowingly, I walked into the regiment headquarters with confidence.

Discipline, discipline. If I find out that I will gain benefits privately again, I may be labeled as "the tail of capitalism".

"Good fight!" When I handed the sniper rifle to Commander Zhang, he patted my shoulder happily: "Comrade Cui, when I learned that the troops had successfully attacked the top of the mountain, I knew that you must have succeeded and fought beautifully!"

Then Commander Zhang held the sniper rifle and played with it for a while, then shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that such a mere rifle could play such a great role in the battlefield! Not only did he lose many cadres, but his entire army was in a hurry!"

"Yes!" Another person who looked like the political commissar of the regiment nodded and said, "I think when should we organize such a team, and one day we will not be helpless if we encounter this situation!"

"Good idea!" Captain Zhang nodded and agreed: "This suggestion should be reported to his superiors, and I think it is perfect to ask Comrade Xiao Cui to lead such a team!"

As he said that, Captain Zhang pointed at me again and said, "Comrade Xiao Cui, don't hide your skills and tease me!"

"Well, this... won't know how to answer this!" I didn't know how to answer the question after Commander Zhang said this. I thought it would be really good if there was such a unit. It was just me, and I seemed to know nothing. Those on the battlefield seemed to be born. If I really wanted to lead such a unit, I still don't know what to teach.

After refusing the kindness of Commander Zhang's intention to keep him, it was almost dawn when he walked out of the regiment headquarters. I had to rush back to my position before dawn, otherwise I might have to face the fire blockade of enemy planes or cannons. They might regard me as a communications soldier, a communications soldier who would convey orders to the frontline positions. For this reason, those aircraft would throw tons of bombs for me alone.

In order not to waste money from American taxpayers, I walked towards my position alone with a gun on my back.

When I walked on the road, I realized that I hadn't come out for a walk alone for a long time. Although there were still a few gunfire sounds from afar, the moonlight falling on my shoulders and the white snow illuminated by the morning light still made me feel like I was strolling on the road in my hometown.

It rarely snows in my hometown. I remember that one year it snowed during the Chinese New Year. A few excited nephews pulled me out of bed, walked on the snow-white road together, and walked into the wet fields together, just like what I saw before me, but there were few children who were chasing and beating!

I suddenly had the urge to walk into the snow on the roadside to have a few snowball fights, but in the end the reason defeated romance. It was not because there was no object to play snowball fights, but because I was worried that there were too many objects, too real and too intense...

When the US troops retreated, countless mines were buried along the road. The mines on the road were either trampled by the volunteers or eliminated. However, the mines on both sides of the road were waiting alone under the snow and ice. They usually greeted the people who greeted them in the warmest way.

And I will never disturb them at this inappropriate time.

When I returned to my familiar position, most of the soldiers were already sleeping. Since I knew to defend against the American attack, everyone consciously adjusted their biological clock to sleep at night again.

Because I didn't want to wake up the comrades, I endured the smell of everyone's feet and touched the tunnel, and then fumbled in the tunnel that was so dark that there was no light, hoping to find a suitable place to lay out the bed and lay down.

But just as soon as I found a piece of land, before I could lift the marching quilt on my back, a man suddenly hugged me behind my back, and before I could react, he was pressed to the ground. A cold and bloody stinged my neck, making me shivering involuntarily...

"Is it me, I..." I hurriedly shouted loudly, and finally realized that it was very dangerous to get into the tunnel so sneakily.

"It's Captain Cui..." Someone recognized my voice, and pressed my hand behind me and quickly released it.

At this time, someone lit a match, which made me see Hu Zi hurriedly hiding the military assassination.

"It's a tiger!" I touched my neck, which was still cold, and said innocently: "I almost bleed me, right!"

"No... how dare you!" Hu Zi rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "I said to Captain Cui, have you gone on a mission? Why are you back at this time? I thought it was a reactionary who came to touch the hole. Fortunately, I wanted to catch a living person, otherwise..."
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