After a while, solemn shook his head suddenly.

"Forget it, I won't ask."

The old white hair said: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?" ”

Solemnly stared at the observation mirror and said intently: "Everyone has weaknesses. ”

The old white hair's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that this kid would occasionally show a little surprise.

He didn't ask Zhuang anymore why he suddenly changed his mind.

After eating, the body became warmer, and the old white hair and solemn exchanged roles - solemnly climbed to the side to sleep, and the old white fur lay on the observation position, continuing to stare at the sheep intestine path.

The dormant days are boring, and every day is basically a constant observation, regular recording, radio silence when nothing happens, turning on the channel at a fixed time period, and reporting the situation of the monitored target area to the headquarters.

Not only one group, but also the other groups did nothing.

But solemnity is not for nothing.

At least in this long wait, he gradually understood a truth.

As a sniper, why must you have enough patience, you must have a strong enough personality and sink enough to be able to take on the role.

Because that kind of boredom can be maddening.

This has been the case in just one week.

Like during World War II, although snipers were only a budding profession at that time, those snipers in urban street battles even stayed in a dilapidated building for a month or even months.

Compared to now, the stealth training in the "Hunter" detachment at that time was simply pediatric.

Although Han Zixuan tried his best to create a variety of abrasive environments, and caused you a little trouble from time to time, compared to this silent loneliness, it was simply a heavenly treatment.

It was bright and dark, dark and bright.

Four days, 96 hours, slipped through the fingers in silence.

On that small road, there was never a "target".

Everything was so quiet.

The whole world seems to be left with only himself and the old white hair.

The only thing that makes solemn feel fun and relaxed is a disgusting thing to say.

Those adult diapers that I had brought with me came in handy.

There's a good thing about this. When you're lurking under the nose of your enemies, you can sprinkle it in your crotch when you need to go to the toilet to solve the size problem.

Being a sniper is nowhere near as tall as you see on TV.

People have three urgency, they can't control the sky and the earth, and they can't control shit and fart.

When the comes, if you have to pull it in the crotch of your pants, even if it stinks, you have to admit it.

Here the conditions are quite good, because the "target" has not appeared for a long time, so there is no need to pull it in the crotch.

For the sake of safety, it is still strictly controlled to relieve hands at night.

There is a small exit behind the sniper position, drill out, go along the left, there will be a big rock, and further west of the big stone, there is a cliff, below which is a ravine dozens of meters deep.

All you have to do is place the diaper on the ground, press the corners with a stone to prevent the wind from blowing it away, and then follow the normal procedure and give it a bubble.

When you're done, wrap the diaper, take it to the edge of the cliff, and throw it down so that it never sees the light of day.

What the?

What should I do if I have diarrhea?

It's easy to do, in addition to throwing away diapers, you have an extra procedure to cover up your excrement with nearby dirt and gravel so that it doesn't leave traces.

Sounds like, isn't it very BT?

That's right, if you don't have the ability and endurance of BT, you really can't do it.

The snipers on TV, who are dressed in suits and leather shoes, who pull out the barrel of a gun from the window in a chic manner, do not need to adjust the scope or correct the wind deviation, and can shoot the target in the head with a casual pull of the trigger are very rare in reality.

For more than 70 percent of the time, the sniper endured all kinds of itching in all kinds of body odors and smells, and his face could be rubbed out with a random rub of mud, his hair was oily and even sticky because of his dirt, his nails were covered with black dirt, and his chin and cheeks were unshaven, and he looked little different from the homeless man on the street.

stayed up until seven o'clock in the evening of the fifth day, and the moment he handed over the task manual to Lao Baimao, he was solemn and even had an illusion.

He wondered if it was an intelligence error.

Or maybe they have entered through other means, and they haven't passed through themselves at all.

"No. 0, why is it the fifth day, and there is no movement?"

He directly questioned the reliability of the intelligence.

"Is it true that the person who provided the information is not reliable except for the mistakes of the person who provided the information?"

Lao Baimao and solemnly changed positions, leaned on the observation position and adjusted his posture, feeling comfortable, and then said: "What did you say!" You don't have to ask about these things, and you don't have the right to ask, it's not for us to ask, we're just the ones who carry out the task. ”

Marea could only pout and lay down on the mat.

I don't know how many times I've watched the top of the tarpaulin, waiting for the Sandman to strike.

Recently, this two-shift monitoring shift, solemnly felt that his biological clock was a little disordered.

Maybe there is too little activity every day, and he is even a little worried that he will lose a few pounds after he goes back, so that he will not be able to keep up with the training.

"No. 0 ......"

He wanted to ask Lao Baimao if he could give him some time to adjust himself after he went back.

After all, he followed him on a mission, so it's not favoritism to raise your noble hand, right?

As soon as he had said two words, he heard two dog barks in the distance in the quiet wilderness, accompanied by the hissing wind blowing into the observation point.

Wangwong –

Zhuang Zheng had just half-closed his eyes, but this time they opened them suddenly.

Dog?

There shouldn't be dogs in this damn place.

Did you hear it wrong?

Wangwong –

Two more dog barks.

It's a dog!

He rolled over violently+ and fell to the ground.

In the dark, the old white hair "shhh

"Don't get excited."

Solemnly immediately put on the night vision goggles and turned on the switch.

The surroundings become clear.

Climb up to the observation port of your position and look solemnly in the direction of the trail.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, obviously beyond the observation distance of this night vision device solemnly worn, although the terrain in the distance can be seen clearly, but the small things are not perceptible.

He couldn't take out the 85 sniper's night vision scope right now.

It could be seen clearly, but it only had a time limit of about four hours, after which it had to be re-energized by the light source.

The scope is stimulated once a day, and it has just been stimulated during the solemn day, and it has been closed in the case, and once it is taken out, if it is not a "target", it will be a waste of time to use.

Now, only the high-resolution, high-magnification observation mirror in Lao Baimao's hand can see the situation.

"Number 0." He felt his breath shorten: "Is it the goal?" ”