A battalion of puppet soldiers is in front, a squadron of devils is behind, just set off on this section, the road is wide enough, two columns, despite this, it also stretches for nearly two miles.

With the lingering aroma of breakfast exhaled from the corners of his mouth, he easily passed by the Zhangjiazhen Fort, and the order given by the captain was to stop at Kongzhuang Village for the first time, to join Zhang Tianbao's department, and then continue to move westward, and must arrive at the independent regiment headquarters tonight. The road was long, long, and this was just the beginning, and the turret had just passed behind it, and an east-west valley was illuminated by the rising sun.

Before the turret behind him had completely disappeared from view, the vanguard stopped, standing on the desolate valley path and quietly looking forward.

In the middle of the road ahead, there was a large striking stone, on which was placed a folded note, on which was pressed a plum branch, and the edge of the note shook in the cold wind.

The vanguard was so nervous that he clenched the gun in his hand, and looked forward in confusion, the valley was still a valley, the road was still a road, and the sun shone brightly on him; Looking to the left, looking to the right, the mountain beams and the mountain beams, bare without much vegetation, only a bleak little bit of yellow, swaying in the cold wind.

Mine! This must be a mine! I heard that someone was hit by a mine in Kongzhuang Village not long ago, it was at the three-way intersection of Kongzhuang Village, the ground cracked and landslides blew down the boss, thinking of the legs of the vanguard here began to tremble, and once again stared blankly at the stone a few meters away in front of him, the note, the plum branch, and did not blink.

……

I don't know how long later, a puppet platoon leader hurriedly ran behind the queue that was stalled on the valley path.

Then, a sprig of plum and a note appeared in the hands of the puppet battalion commander.

Not long after, the puppet battalion commander hurriedly trotted to the back of the queue.

Then, a sprig of plum appeared in the hand of the devil lieutenant, and a note appeared in the hand of the devil lieutenant.

The lieutenant was not interested in reading what was written on the note, because he didn't need to read it to know that it must be the same Kongzhuang Village Special Operations Company wanted to invite him to turn to Kongzhuang, and what he wrote was just a radical general, just listen to the puppet army battalion commander dictate it in front of him. He just took the plum branch, held it in his hand and looked at it quietly, a branch nearly a foot long, but there was only one flower bone about to bloom on it, which had been cracked, shyly revealing the pure yellow petal edge, against the backdrop of the cold wind and bleakness, it was surprisingly beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance.

There are not many words on the note, written in pencil, twisted and crooked, framed and wronged, if there is no pseudo-military battalion commander to explain it in person, the devil lieutenant who knows a little Chinese will not understand it at all.

The main content is: small (circle), (big money pattern) (box) is Huang Quan (snake-like winding pattern), walking, death. Back to live.

The payment is actually longer than the content: looking for the Gu (a vertical line) god (gun-shaped pattern) hand of Kong Zhuang Lin's special battle even the world (circle) (the word 'you' is deliberately bold). (Equal sign) you (turtle egg pattern).

The devil lieutenant, who was holding a note and staring at the bull's eye stupidly, was speechless after listening to the puppet army battalion commander's guess and explanation.

This is the method given by the decaying ghosts, and the target is the last person to read the letter.

Behind the withered yellow bushes on the mountain beam on the south side, a delicate Cao Changjing was always in the hands of the little girl, on her little face, not looking at the team in the valley at all, from the beginning he locked the movement of the note in the lens, and moved with the puppet army that picked it up, until the puppet army battalion commander appeared in the camera, and then continued to move backwards with the puppet army battalion commander.

Finally, there were devil officers out of the queue, only, two at the same time. The ghost prediction is good, the two ghost officers in the shot are wearing the same coats, and there are no obvious features in the telescope except for a military yellow. But now she doesn't have to tell who is holding the note, who is the damn target.

After putting away Cao Changjing, he straightened the gun that had already been straightened, and the bullet was loaded half an hour ago.

Forget this valley, forget Kong Zhuang, forget the brother's worried eyes, forget everything, instantly turned into a spirit focused on the wind, so small, trying to crook her left pigtail, the new red head rope prepared for today with the pigtail fluttered messily in the wind, that little bit of red is the only color in Xiao Suo, under the monotonous background color, it is so beautiful that it can blind people's eyes, as if suddenly a voice began to echo in the valley, echoing proudly among the mountain beams, I am a girl! I'm a girl! I-I-yes-egg-and-egg-

Three-second, five-second, seven-second......

However, the spear in the elf's hand never went off.

Behind the ruler, the large, clear eyes beside the butt of the gun were showing impatient anxiety, and the target of the letter happened to be standing on the inside of another devil officer, who was always blocked by the devil officer holding a plum branch.

The puppet battalion commander had already begun to nod his head, as if he was going to turn around and continue to lead the team, and the target was about to merge into the team of devils close at hand around him, and he would become one of the many officers dressed again, and he might not have a chance to distinguish him again.

Maybe it's 320 meters, at most 350 meters, and the angle of diagonal fire at the top and bottom, can this 6.5 bullet still pass through? Suspend! But the opportunity is about to fade.

Maybe you can try to shoot the shield person's neck, the neck should be able to pass through, as long as you are lucky, the bullet does not hit the bone, maybe it will not change the trajectory too much, pass through the shield person's neck, continue to fly a little low at a small angle, and shoot right into the target's chest.

It's so far away that it's hard to shoot accurately, but the little girl is a daring to gamble on her life, maybe the odds are no more than five percent, and she still has the courage to bet! She firmly believes that victory is made by determination!

Smack-

The elf's prayer rushed out of the muzzle, leaving behind the bullet casings that were slowly jumping out of the chamber before they had time to tumble, and arrogantly pulled out a high-speed vortex turbulence, and flew high against the wind, flying out of an extremely subtle and graceful arc.

The pigtails in the wind suddenly wilted, and the elf's clear eyes suddenly added a touch of melancholy, because she was an elf, so she intuitively knew that although it was too late to see if the target would fall, she had already missed, maybe it was a little underestimation of the wind speed, maybe it was because of the pressure on the trigger that her frozen fingers were not even enough due to lying in the snow for a long time, maybe it was because of her anxiety at the moment before the shot, in short, it was definitely not the trajectory she wanted, low, it must have been low, The bullet will not have a chance to hit the neck of the covering person, it is likely to hit the back or waist of the covering person, and enter the body diagonally, maybe lower, it can only hit the covering person's ass, it is impossible to overwear it, and the elf has failed!

The already numb little fist slammed into the snow beside her, and she didn't want to look up at the result at all, and muttered to herself: "I failed!" The fool who was hiding in the low position behind her was desperately sappling the shovel and quickly raising the snow at her as she was lying on her stomach, and hastily burying her.

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