So what to do? Ono's heart was beating out of his mouth.

He is an apprentice brought by Yamamoto, but his heart has always been weak, and he has never seen this kind of battle, nervousness and fear permeate almost every cell of him, even if Yamamoto is by his side, he has no way to control the fear in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that this kid was related to the emperor and was assigned to learn sniping under Yamamoto, Yamamoto would not have accepted such a shameful kid as his apprentice.

Moreover, Yamamoto never acknowledged his relationship with himself, and only allowed him to call himself a senior, which is very delicate.

"Hold your gun tightly and stay calm, as long as you don't get out of this big tree, the other party can't find your specific location, and there is nothing you can do!" Yamamoto kicked the kid and said in a commanding tone.

"Hello!" Ono immediately responded, holding the gun in his hand tightly, but he was never able to calm his trembling body.

Yamamoto glared at Ono with disdain, didn't pay any attention to the kid and pulled the bolt bullet in his hand to load, his right hand grasped the butt, his index finger on the trigger, ready to raise the gun and fire at any time.

Then he took off the hat on his head with his left hand, grabbed the brim of the hat and lifted it slightly from the fork of the tree, so that the other side of the hat was exposed.

At this moment, Wang Si was concentrating on the side of the big tree, and the moment the hat came out, he naturally couldn't escape his eyes, and he pulled the trigger almost without any hesitation.

With a snap of a gunshot, the bullet rushed out from the muzzle of Wang Si's rifle, flew straight towards the point in the middle of the hat, and directly penetrated.

I saw that the hat was under the pressure of the bullets, and the bullets flew directly through the middle of the hat in Yamamoto's hand.

Yamamoto raised the sniper rifle in his right hand at the moment when the bullet flew by, and pulled the trigger at the location where Wang Si was shooting.

The bullet then shot back along the trajectory of Wang Si's bullet, and at the moment when the gunfire fell, the bullet flew in the direction of Wang Si's eyebrows.

Wang Si felt bad, and he turned over and lay down directly, only to see that the bullet flew past his leaning eyebrow and shot into the messy weeds.

And he himself fell slightly sideways because of the time he had been lying down, and rolled down behind the rocks of a col below, and came to a halt.

Although his hands and right foot were bruised to varying degrees when he rolled, and it would still hurt slightly, Wang Si was still secretly glad that he had escaped.

If it weren't for his own quick reflexes and the chance to come across this small hill, his life would have been lost in the grass.

After landing behind the stone, Wang Si didn't care about the pain in his hands, and immediately pulled the bolt to withdraw the empty bullet case, and then another bullet was quickly loaded.

Then he leaned against the edge of the stone, his hands clenching his gun, the muzzle of which was aimed at where he had fallen, and he was sure that his opponent would come to check on him, and that was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Wang Si had already looked at the surrounding environment, as long as he finished firing the shot in his hand, he rolled around the big stone, and ran behind the big tree on the side to dodge, anyway, he couldn't continue to stay in place and wait for death.

As the minutes passed, the blood oozing from his hands dripped out from time to time, Wang Si began to have thirsty lips, and the sweat on his forehead almost covered his eyes, blocking his vision.

But there was no movement at all, the grass was still quiet, only the breeze was constantly blowing the leaves of the weeds, making a faint sound.

Wang Si had been lying motionless on the edge of the stone, insisting on staying in the sniper seat there. He knows very well that at this time, what they are competing with is patience, and if they can't hold their breath before sleeping, whoever deserves to die.

The scorching heat of the sun shone on the earth, causing the temperature of the earth to rise rapidly, which was extremely unfavorable for Wang Si's wounds, and the high temperature might even make Wang Si fall into a coma.

However, the determined Wang Si did not waver at all, but just shook his head slightly, shook off some of the sweat from his eyes and forehead, and then continued to lie on his stomach.

The bruised wound was soaked in salty sweat and the pain was already trembling, and the hand of the short gun was almost out of control, but he only made a slight adjustment and continued to hold on.

"Yamamoto-senpai, did you hit him?" Ono couldn't hold on anymore behind the tree, and he couldn't tolerate himself continuing in such a position, otherwise he believed that he would not be able to walk.

"I don't know!" Yamamoto wasn't sure if he had hit his opponent, but he knew it wasn't safe to stay behind the tree.

It's just that he is a burden with Ono by his side, and he really doesn't know what to do for a while. As long as this kid runs out with him, there is no suspense about revealing his position, and he can't take that risk.

"So what are we going to do?" Ono asked Yamamoto about how long they would continue to do this.

"You continue to wait here, I'll go see the situation!" Yamamoto thought about it slightly, and felt that it was not a matter to continue to hide here, so he decided to go over and see what was going on over there in person, at least to make sure that the opponent was dead or injured.

After speaking, Yamamoto took the gun in his hand and slowly approached the grass, and the further he went, the heartbeat in his chest accelerated.

He controlled his breathing as fast as he could, reducing the sound of his feet stepping on the dead branches and leaves, and then leaned towards the grass step by step.

When he was about five or six meters away from the grass, he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the direction in front of the muzzle, first searched in several directions near the grass, and then quietly listened to the surrounding sounds.

A strong murderous aura filled the air, and he had a hunch that his opponent was still in a nearby corner, aiming his gun at him.

This caused him to put his raised right foot back again, and he didn't dare to take a step forward rashly.

The heartbeat in his chest was still accelerating, and the temperature of his body dropped sharply, as if his entire body was no longer his own.

However, what he saw through the lenses of his glasses did not find the target he was looking for, which made him feel very uncertain.

The sniper's greatest fear is not that the enemy is aiming a gun at him, but that he is afraid that he will not find the person who is aiming at him, because then his own life is completely controlled by the other party.

He had a hunch that the opponent he had met this time was not an ordinary person, and he had already sensed danger coming to him, which made him shudder.