Martin, nicknamed the Grim Reaper, full name Martin Benillo Etro Beltes, sergeant rank, veteran, has served for four years after being selected into the Air Force Special Command Group for his outstanding performance.

Because of the nature of the tasks undertaken by the Air Force Special Command Group, Martin has never conducted actual combat since he was selected into the Air Force Special Command Group, and has been more engaged in training and exercises.

Before joining the Air Force Special Command Group, Martin was an Army sniper, and in battles with guerrillas and drug dealers, he was called the Grim Reaper by his comrades.

Because of his excellent performance, Martin went through a complicated procedure to transfer him from the Army to the Air Force after being favored by the Air Force Command.

Martin, who was considered a special talent to be introduced, applied to be able to bring his sniper rifle to a new unit when he was transferred from one service to another, and his application was approved, so Martin was the only sniper in the entire Air Force Special Command team to have a personal rifle.

Martin's sniper rifle is the M24A2, a military derivative of the Remington M700, equipped with a Lee Poll LR/TM3 long-range tactical 10x40mm fixed magnification scope, while the standard sniper rifles used by the Air Force Special Command Group are M21 and M40A3, that is, Martin's sniper rifle is unique in the entire Air Force Special Command Group.

Special talents, of course, are treated with special treatment, Martin has not only a unique gun in the special command group of the Air Force, but also a unique only option.

The snipers of the Air Force Special Command Group all act in small groups, and the main shooter is the M40A3. M21 for the secondary shooter. But Martin. He likes to be alone, so Martin doesn't have a secondary shooter, which is his choice and his privilege.

Without a secondary shooter, everything had to be done in person, and Martin got down on one knee and searched the target area they were surrounding with his telescope.

The weather was fine. Sunny and windless, it was a good weather for sniper warfare, and Martin, who had not been involved in actual combat for a long time, hoped to participate in a battle today to turn his shooting record, which had not increased for four years, into a new number.

Finally, Martin's telescope spotted the enemy.

A straggler line composed of dozens of people came slowly towards his position.

Martin felt that his enemies this time were no different from those he had encountered before, although the tactical moves were used more frequently, but they were the same old ways of the army. Crawling forward, getting up, the cat swooped down and rushed forward. Then continue to crawl to the ground and crawl forward.

The enemy seemed to be careful, but Martin didn't care at all, he had fought a lot of battles, he knew which partisans were what they were, he only knew that the rookie who rushed with his head down, and the old bird who knew that he used evasive maneuvers to advance was no different from him, and whoever he wanted to die, he would definitely die.

The enemy is still far away, the distance is a thousand meters away, Martin is not in a hurry to put down the telescope and grab the rifle, he has to wait for the enemy to enter the range before holding the gun, now, it is better to observe the enemy's movement habits, after feeling the enemy's movement rules, it will be more convenient to shoot later.

Looking at the side of the enemy, he began to shout, and one by one began to grasp the rifle and prepare to shoot his comrades, Martin sighed from his heart, a rookie is a rookie, although it is known as an elite unit, although the training intensity is very high, and there are many exercises, but it is a rookie without actual combat, and the enemy is still outside the range, what are you nervous about.

Martin's sniper rifle has an effective range of 800 meters, but he will be more sure if he puts the enemy within 600 meters, so it is not too late for Martin to wait for the enemy to come within 800 meters before starting to aim.

A veteran is a veteran, a recruit is a recruit, and a recruit who has undergone severe training is still a recruit, Martin is very calm and leisurely, and his comrades can't keep it easy, but Martin's appearance made his comrades see it, and they also began to stabilize from the slightly flustered feeling when they found the enemy.

At this time, Martin, who has a wealth of combat experience, can bring experience to recruits who lack actual combat, and plays a great role in his team.

Martin's watch made his comrades feel a lot more at ease, and the deputy shooter of a sniper team who was more than ten meters away from Martin shouted at him: "Hey, Death, let's see who of us has the better results today, how about it?"

Although he received special treatment, Martin had a very good relationship with his comrades, and Martin was happy to accept the challenge of his comrades, and the fact that he was able to challenge showed that his comrades had relaxed from the tension.

Martin smiled: "Okay, whoever loses is treated, believe me, you can't win ......"

Martin didn't finish his sentence, and his mouth opened wide in astonishment, because the person who was talking to him with his head up had disappeared from the neck upwards, and was gone.

The co-shooter who spoke to Martin became a headless corpse, blood spurting from his neck cavity and staining a large area of land in front of him red.

Seeing that the deputy shooter who was talking became a corpse, and the blood spurting out fell to the ground, Martin heard two muffled gunshots in a row.

Two gunshots woke Martin, whose brain was blank, and then he realized that it was not only the secondary shooter who died in front of his eyes, but also the main shooter who was lying on the ground, and the bullet entered his shoulder, breaking the left chest cavity of the entire upper body.

Martin quickly understood that this was a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle.

The guerrillas did not have large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifles, and Martin, although a veteran, had no experience in dealing with them.

"Why didn't the enemy inform us of the bastards with big-caliber sniper rifles, bastards, jaguars, those damn ......"

Another man who couldn't finish his sentence, Martin looked at his commander in a daze, only his commander was broken in two at this point.

Every soldier wants to have the cover of a sniper, and every soldier doesn't want his commander to be killed, but when they really go to the battlefield, the soldiers will hide from the sniper and the commander far away.

Snipers and officers will certainly be the focus of the enemy's care. It's better to stay away from the battlefield. It's easy to run into a sniper. Wouldn't it be miserable when you meet artillery?

Snipers and officers will find ways to disguise themselves, but in this siege operation, no sniper did too detailed camouflage work, because it was useless, and it was not necessary, at least they felt that it was not necessary.

When entering battle, the officer will remove all the identification signs, and it is the best disguise to look indistinguishable from ordinary soldiers. Martin's commander, a lieutenant, he did so, however, he grew a mustache.

Martin's mind was so chaotic that he didn't dare to get down on one knee anymore, but lay on the ground, grabbed his sniper rifle, and pointed it at the enemy who was still slowly advancing.

Martin's mind was confused, and his eyes saw the movements of the enemy. But what he was thinking about was the tragic situation of the commander being beaten in two, as he had said when he had joked with his commander before. It is better to shave the mustache, lest it reveal the identity of the officer and become a target for snipers.

Martin had forgotten what his commander had said at the time, as if it was certain that nothing would happen, and that could only be the kind of answer.

Martin is thinking now that the enemy really chose their lieutenant as a sniper target because he saw him, or is it a coincidence that their lieutenant was just randomly targeted, after all, at a distance of more than a thousand meters, can you still distinguish a mustache on his lips, is there such a divine sniper?

As a veteran, Martin fell into a state of chaos that he should never have, and his appearance was no different from that of a new soldier, because his enemy was more than he could have imagined, and the enemy had done things that he could not have imagined, but instead subjected him to a psychological shock that was stricter than that of a new soldier.

"Death, Death! Shift positions, transfer land!"

After hearing the hoarse cries of his comrades, Martin woke up from a dream, and he immediately fell to the ground and squirmed backwards in retreat.

It was very embarrassing for Martin to be reminded by his comrades who had not been in actual combat, but at this time Martin was very grateful to his comrades for reminding him, it was obvious that the enemy was targeting their snipers, and the sniper with a mustache on his mouth could not distinguish his sniper rifle.

Martin did not dare to get up and move, and just as he was moving his position with a roll of rolls, a machine-gun position more than twenty meters away from him opened fire.

Martin was at a loss, their enemy was still a thousand meters away, and their machine gun was an M249 paratrooper type, 5.56 mm bullets couldn't hit that far, and now firing was just a waste of bullets, and it couldn't even be used to suppress zuò.

But what can they do without opening their cavities? They are light rapid reaction troops, with only M249 machine guns, only M4 rifles, and even sniper rifles that can only hit targets within 800 meters.

Just as he was beginning to fall into a state of delusion, Martin saw the machine gunner's head tilted, and then he fell to the side, and he was also shot by the sniper, but his death looked much better, and he was not torn apart.

The bullet that killed the machine gunner was not so powerful, Martin didn't know what caliber it was, but it was certainly not 12.7 mm, but the enemy was still a thousand meters away, could the common 7.62 mm bullet hit so far? Definitely not, so the enemy should be using some other type of bullet, not the common 7.62 NATO bullet.

Martin's mind was messed up, he was thinking a lot, and he was starting to miss his Army days when he had 12.7mm machine gun cover.

Before the enemy officially launched a charge, several people died here, Martin didn't know how the battle was fought, and he didn't know how to fight it, but he finally determined one thing at this time, that is, the enemy snipers fired their guns from the trees, otherwise, they would not have such a good shooting range.

Martin finally stopped moving, and after a brief analysis of the trajectory of the local sniper, he aimed his rifle at the analyzed position, and after a short search, he did spot an enemy sniper.

The sniper that Martin found had no intention of camouflage, and could be said to be swaggering on the branch, but Martin couldn't have the idea of shooting at all, because the sniper was more than 1,100 meters away from him.

Found the enemy's sniper, but outside the range, Martin didn't know what to do, it didn't make any sense to shoot, but if he didn't shoot, it was even more difficult for him to accept it.

Martin saw the muzzle of his scope light up, the sniper fired, Martin was distracted for a moment before he realized that he should dodge, whether the sniper was shooting at him or not, he should dodge, however, he found that his reaction was slow.

Martin only felt that his right shoulder was hit by a hammer, and the butt of the gun against his shoulder fell to the ground, he wanted to turn his head, but found that he couldn't move at all, stretched out his left hand and touched it, Martin realized that his right shoulder was shot near his neck.

Martin was wearing body armor, but the bullet entered through the gap in the body armor on his shoulder, and his body armor did not do anything.

Finally, Martin felt the pain, and there was a fire burning his internal organs in his chest.

Lying on the ground, his head couldn't move, although he could still see, he could still feel the pain, although he was not dead, Martin knew that he was going to die, but, he didn't feel fear now, he didn't feel angry, he was just curious, how the sniper did it.

After being shot, Martin's brain spun faster, and he knew that the bullet that hit him was never a large caliber, otherwise he would have died.

It should be a medium-caliber sniper rifle like 7.62 mm, and after flying more than a thousand meters, the power of the bullet is no longer great, but, but Martin can't figure it out, how can there be a medium-caliber sniper rifle with such a long range, and how can the flight speed be so fast, this is unreasonable.

Martin's pain lasted for a long time, and it was a relief for him to die, but he could not move or die immediately.

The enemy rushed up, and the speed was still not fast, however, their impact was very efficient, the point was that their impact was not hindered by anything, and the machine gunners did not have any chance to shoot at all, and once they fired, they would incur a sniper blow.

But after the enemy's assault team entered the distance range of four hundred meters, they also fired, crawling forward, jumping, shooting, quickly advancing forward, lying down, jumping, shooting, rapid advancement, very simple and very standard tactical movements, covering each other, alternately advancing one after another, very regular, but unable to predict the route, and Martin found that none of the enemies who rushed towards them fell.

Finally, the enemy came to their positions, and he did not arouse the enemy's concern.

Martin's vision became more and more blurred, but he saw an enemy's foot in front of him, and then crouched down, Martin tried to roll his eyes and look, but was surprised to find that it was a yellow man, and then, he heard the yellow man crouching in front of him whisper: "Rabbit, there are several sniper rifles, M21 and M40A3, I still have an M24 here, which one do you want?"

Martin could understand English, he was trained in it, and in his confusion, before his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness permanently, Martin's last thought was, "Did I die without firing a shot?" (To be continued......)