"Luke ......"

Weiss let out a desperate wail. Before this, he had never had such heart-wrenching sadness, even when he said goodbye to his first love, he had never been so emotionally spewed.

Luke didn't look back, didn't make a sound, and the man who had shot more than a dozen enemies in succession and almost single-handedly turned the tide fell backwards without a reaction.

Weiss grabbed him by the arm, and regardless of whether there would be a miracle in this world, if Luke was allowed to fall off the roof like this, the chances of survival were basically equal to zero.

Luke threw himself forward on the roof after Weiss's tugging, but no matter how Weiss shouted and pushed, he still didn't react.

Weiss hurriedly took off his gloves and felt his carotid pulse with his fingers, lest the low temperature affect his finger touch, and tried himself, but as a result, his arteries were very thin, but Luke could hardly feel any signs of a pulse.

Fuck you, bastard!

Weiss pulled his sniper rifle from under Luke, turned and leaned back on the roof, quickly inspecting its structure and fumbling its performance. Through the scope, I saw a few sneaky figures moving in the eastern woodland, just in time to practice their guns in the line of fire!

"West wind, wind speed five knots, shoot east, the enemy does not move behind, run in front of you......" Weiss whispered as Luke taught him the essentials of shooting. Aim, think, adjust, fire, and hit!

Pull the bolt back, throw out a bullet case that exudes residual heat, look intently at the forest to the east, snap the bolt back to the front, pick up the gun, aim, think, adjust, fire, and hit the second shot!

The enemy in the woods to the east, alive, either crawled still or honestly withdrew from the range of their guns.

"Now it's your turn, 'Black Death' Baron Cross!" Weiss let out a low roar from his throat like a wounded beast.

Pull open the bolt, there are still bullets in it, it should be the last shot. Inadequate? That's enough!

Weiss "snapped" forward to push the bolt, closed the bolt, and was about to fight the enemy with enthusiasm, but suddenly calmed down: an ace sniper who has killed countless people, must be good at hiding and capturing fighters. A rookie like himself, even if he is talented and has infinite potential, has no chance of winning a head-to-head showdown, and only by going against common sense and finding a unique way can he win a glimmer of life!

Finding the small mirror from Luke's pocket, Weiss quickly observed the enemy: there were about twenty or thirty enemy soldiers attacking from the west, most of them still shooting at the huts in the woods, and a few left the woods and entered the open area between the woods and the huts, sometimes crawling forward, sometimes sprinting with their bows. All enemy soldiers wear white capes, and it's hard to tell which guy is a sniper based on their outfit and demeanor.

Weiss had an idea: Can we use the "Identification of Friend or Foe" to identify the enemy's ace snipers?

He hurriedly raised the mirror and squinted at it, but there was no box in the vision reflected by the lens. So, can't a mirror reflect brain waves?

Just when Weiss felt at a loss, he suddenly saw a flash of light in the forest opposite.

Is it the reflection of a sniper scope?

Weiss was about to burst out, and accidentally touched Luke's arm, thinking that Luke had shot first just now, but was killed by an enemy sniper, and immediately had a flash of inspiration: it was not the "Black Death" deity, but the deadly bait he thrown, and that guy was also playing fishing tactics!

Despicable Norman dogs! Weiss scolded viciously.

Scolding and scolding, the current situation is not optimistic, and the only hope is to counterkill the enemy's ace sniper, to defeat the enemy by sniping, and to wait for reinforcements or wait for an opportunity to break through. Now the question is, where exactly is that cunning old fox? How can I induce him to show up?

Rookie Weiss tries to guess the approximate shooting position of the Black Death based on the battlefield situation, the location of the decoy, and even the situation when Luke was shot, but finds that various clues and logic have been stirred up by himself.

Just out of the novice village.,I'm going to challenge such a BT monster.,It's really a dog!

He thought about it, and finally his eyes fell on Luke on the side.

Feeling his carotid pulse again, there was no trace of life at this time.

Looking at the wound, a faint white brain is visible.

If you still have a breath, you will definitely help me!

Weiss was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and pushed Luke's remains upward, exposing the ridge above his shoulders.

In an instant, bullets from the opposite side hit the west side of the roof one after another, and it seemed to be raining heavily. Despite their power and penetrating power, the wood used to build the roof was strong enough that few bullets could penetrate the east and west roofs for the time being.

Weiss leaned close to Luke's side, fearless. When the "rain" on the roof subsided, he shoved the "Grumman Burning Stick" from under Luke's armpit, and as soon as the gun appeared, the "rain" on the west side of the roof immediately increased, and two bullets hit Luke's body in succession, cutting off large pieces of flesh from his neck and arms.

Weiss was undistracted, preoccupied with the movement on the roof. After a short while, the "rain" faded for the second time, and he took a deep breath, held his breath, clinging to Luke's body, looking up, leaning in, holding his gun, aiming, shooting, and then retracting behind the ridge, moving quickly and in one go.

With such a hasty aim, Weiss still managed to get a hit, and the target was not the "Black Death", but an ordinary enemy soldier.

The bullet that came after him was only half a second away from blasting his head off!

The "rain" hit again, crackling for a while, Luke's remains were hit twice, the ridge of the roof was "gnawed" several gaps, and several roofs were pierced by bullets.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Weiss removed the cartridge belt from Luke and quickly pressed four rounds into the Falcon's magazine.

This time, without waiting for the "rain" to completely subside, he moved horizontally along the roof a few meters away, raised his head, leaned in, held his gun, aimed, shot, and flashed, and the target of the shot was still ordinary enemy soldiers.

Just as Weiss retracted his head below the level of the ridge, he once again felt the taste of the tips of his hair being forcefully touched by the heat flow, and then heard the crisp sound of a bullet hitting the ridge, and the point of impact seemed to be in his ears!

Meow a little one, there are really two snipers on this side, one of them is undoubtedly a master, and the other is slightly less skilled, but it is also a role that should not be underestimated.

Even though the difficulty increases, Weiss is still confident at the moment. He quickly returned to Luke's side, turned sideways, leaned against his torso, held the small mirror in one hand, and grabbed the coat he had taken off earlier, and flicked it to the side. In the line of sight reflected in the mirror, the first place where the muzzle smoke appeared was at the base of a large tree, and the shooter was covered by a white cloak, almost completely integrated with the snow.

That's you!

Weiss leaned on Luke's torso, supported with his left foot, exerted force with his right foot, threw the gun up, and fired a shot at the root of the tree where he had just found his target!

In the blink of an eye, the "torrential rain" hit and persisted, and more and more places on the roof were pierced, and it was very unsafe to continue to stay here. Weiss quickly moved sideways, and when there was no coat to use, he simply took off the clothes inside, and came to reconnoiter another firepower according to the gourd.

This time, however, the enemy's reaction speed and accuracy were unusual, that is, the enemy sniper did not fire.

Your tricks don't work?

Weiss leaned his back to the roof and calmed down and pondered: killing two ordinary enemy soldiers in a row under the nose of the "Black Reaper" at the beginning was undoubtedly a great contempt and insult to this ace sniper, and nine times out of ten it could provoke the other party, so when throwing off his coat, the fastest one to fire was likely to be the "Black Death", so it was possible to kill and injure him with a blow aimed at the root of the tree......

Just as Weiss was pondering how to confirm his speculation, he heard someone on the other side of the chimney shouting, "The enemy has retreated."

Turning his head, one of his fighters poked his head out of a hole in the roof, and he was originally happy, but his facial expression froze when he saw Luke's remains.

Norman Dog retreated?

Weiss hurriedly raised the small mirror and looked at the west side of the wooden house, and the enemy soldiers were indeed retreating into the woods, and a large stone was suddenly put down in his heart, and the whole person collapsed as if he had been drained of strength.

The warrior who had climbed up from the hole in the roof had apparently not realized what this humble creature had just done, and perhaps in his mind, he could not count on someone who could be cornered by a pack of beasts with a shotgun. I saw him eagerly crawl to Luke's side, and was about to reach out to shake Luke's shoulder, but the hand stopped in mid-air, and the five big and three thick men actually burst into tears.

Weiss was about to say a few words of comfort, but saw the warrior raise the "Grumman Burning Stick" in his hand and shoot at the woods to the west, while roaring: "Norman dog, don't run away if you have the guts, let me send you to the god!" ”

The angry warrior quickly ran out of bullets in the magazine, but still didn't feel relieved, so he knelt down beside Luke and reloaded.

"Hey......"

Luke barely uttered a syllable from his mouth, and watched in amazement as the warrior was hit in the right chest by an oncoming bullet, and his strong chest was like a cherry blossom in full bloom, and with a light tap, it bloomed brilliantly in an instant.

What's going on? The old fox cheats? Or is it another sniper waiting for revenge?

Before Weiss could think about it, a bullet almost grazed his arm and hit the roof, splattering sawdust across his left cheek, leaving a thin bloody cut.

Rub, this bullet is coming from the east! Weiss was excited, and crawled to the chimney position, leaning on the chimney before he had time to observe the situation, he was startled into a cold sweat by the whizz of bullets.

"Come down!"

The voice of a tall man came from beneath the hole in the roof.

Weiss didn't think much about it, he slipped into the smoke, stepped on the roof beams with his feet, and looked intently, in the woodland to the east, more than a dozen people in white were rushing towards the wooden house.

"Norman Dog is going to fight us hard!" "You must have shot their 'Black Death' and cornered them!" ”

Look at the dark cool energy of the tall one, this should be good news, right?

Seeing that Weiss was holding a sniper rifle in his hand, and there were no more people coming down from the roof, the tall man couldn't help asking, "What about Luke and Annelo?" ”

"Luke, you have sacrificed your life for your country! Anig, unfortunately, was also shot by the enemy just now and fell off the roof. Weiss lowered his head, took the last two rounds from the cartridge belt, quickly loaded them into the magazine of the sniper rifle, and called out to Dr. Z, "Hey, any of you will help me search that stupid pockets and backpack to see if there are no bullets!" ”

The two men in black each with weapons in their hands, the older holding a "Grumman burning stick", approached the window, his eyes staring out, as if he had joined the fight, and the younger man continued to stand by Dr. Z and his family, holding a large revolver in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards the captured man in white.

"Stupid? How dare you call me stupid? The man in white who had been captured earlier was furious, "If it weren't for the baron's order, I wouldn't have played a game of cat and mouse with you!" I'm an elite marksman, not an assault infantry, and thirty rounds of ammunition is enough to kill you all! ”

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Weiss muttered disdainfully, holding the gun, aiming, estimating, adjusting, shooting, and the coherent movements were all in one go, and in the western woodland, the enemy soldiers who rushed to the front fell in response, and the red, yellow, and white bursting from the waist and abdomen splashed all over the ground.

Throwing the shell, loading, ending the gun, aiming, measuring, adjusting, shooting, still in one go, still hit with one hit...... The gun is indeed a good gun, and the potential that bursts out from the edge of life and death makes Weiss as majestic as being possessed by Luke, killing all directions!

"No bullets were found on him, and there was no bullet in his backpack!" The young man in black reports to Weiss.

The man in white snorted arrogantly: "I always only carry thirty rounds of ammunition when I carry out missions. ”

"Silly dick!" Weiss continued to disdain, so angry that the guy almost burst his blood vessels.

"Ignore him!" "The biggest weakness of the 'Falcon' is that the chamber pressure is too high when shooting, the rifling wears out quickly, and if you shoot thirty or forty bullets, the shooting accuracy will decrease, and the barrel must be replaced to maintain high accuracy. ”

Weiss nodded, fired a third shot in the same position and in the same position, and when he pulled the bolt again, the magazine was empty.

"As long as you have good archery skills and a stable mentality, the 'Grumman Burning Stick' can still beat the enemy to the ground!" The tall man handed Weiss the rifle in his hand.

Cut! Putting this "burning stick" so well, why can't you talk about it? Weiss muttered to himself.

Da Gao saw Weiss's hesitation, and sighed: "I have been injured in my left eye, and my vision is not half that of ordinary people, and this time I have lost my right eye. If you can complete this mission, you should also retire with honor! ”

Weiss replaced the "Grumman Burning Stick", this guy has a heavy hand, a large back seat, and a hard time pulling the bolt, and the "Falcon" rests together, the difference is like a dull heavy infantry and a glamorous noble knight, but there are two sides to everything. As a beginner user, Weiss feels that it is very powerful, sturdy and durable, and the shooting accuracy at medium and close distances is more reliable, and it has a deterrent effect when taken out.

Now, since the enemy soldiers have given up their previous tactical cooperation and are plunging into the attack, it is time to use this "burning stick" to teach them a good lesson!