A gust of wind blew, and the fog in front of him dissipated, and he hurried forward to look through the sniper scope.

There was a movement in the grass, and I didn't know what it was. When he gently adjusted the magnification of the large sniper scope with his hand, he suddenly saw clearly, it was a pile of grass, and it appeared in his eyes along the path.

The pile of grass was unusually distinct, and the front continued to move. He looked over and understood, it should be an enemy lying there breaking obstacles and clearing mines.

Everyone didn't even notice when the enemy appeared, and now they are almost in the center. Moving forward was taken aback, these **** guys are really cunning, as soldiers, they are quite admirable in terms of strategic courage and tactical skills.

Moving forward, he breathed a sigh of relief, aiming only at him. After clearing a few mines in front of him, this guy kept crawling, and kept looking up at this place, looking very alert.

It seems that they have a good understanding of topography, and they are worried that they will have snipers to counter-snipe when they are not at ease here.

This makes it impossible for him to shoot!

In addition, the humidity in the jungle was very high, and it took a few seconds for the bullet to fly more than 400 meters, and the wind would cause it to shift, so he could not shoot the enemy in the head during the irregular movement.

The more you know about some things, the more you ask for refinement, the more apprehensive you are, and you hesitate to start.

In fact, he was condescending, and the enemy was lying on his stomach like this, which was a fatal position. If he wanted to destroy it, he would only need to fire at the head and neck down, and even if he hit him in the lower back, it would be a penetrating wound, and the enemy would not be able to live.

He was not stupid, and of course he did not dare to shoot rashly.

The enemy only appeared to open the way and break the obstacles, and there must be manpower behind them. Killing him will only startle the snake, absolutely not, and more importantly, it is likely to make it easy for the anti-sniper manpower to find the target, causing unnecessary casualties.

Watching him raise his head from time to time and look at them, moving forward, was sure that they had taken counter-sniper action. He was a little worried, there must not be any slight abnormal behavior now, no one is allowed.

"The order went down, everyone must not move, and the enemy took a counter-sniper attack." One by one, he breathed a sigh of relief, and watched the bend on the opposite side of the canyon and the cliffs on either side.

Now the enemy who is clearing the road is no longer the key, the key is to find out the enemy's anti-sniper personnel, otherwise after they successfully break through the obstacles and open the way, they can only watch them walk away one by one.

A large cloud of fog rose again in the valley, and a light rain fell.

Hell, I can't see anything. He listened for a while, and the jungle was silent, except for a drop of dew that trembled in the undirected breeze caught his attention.

Looking through the bushes, there was a broad oval leaf on the tip of a small tree a little below, and the dew was particularly round, like a crystal, and seemed to reflect some kind of brilliance.

I don't know why, seeing dew on the battlefield always gives him an inexplicable feeling.

In his opinion, the crystal beads should be a young and beautiful life, without dust, without flaws, clean and transparent.

But life is fragile, just like this dewdrop, which seems so careless and fragile in the rain and wind.

Perhaps he is like that dewdrop, which in a certain way shines with the best of human nature.

He didn't think too much about the many comrades-in-arms around him, in fact, every soul who survived the bloody battle and the struggle on the edge of life and death was as clear and smooth as the dewdrops, and it was incomparably perfect, not just him.

Each of them is not afraid of death, what they are afraid of is that their own value will not be reflected, and they will die a disgraceful death.

Maybe someone will die this time, it's hard to say, the war is like this, any battlefield is a meat grinder, who knows if it has been exposed, the enemy is an elite general, will they have been discovered first?

If heavy artillery were called in to cover the area where they were hidden, no one would have left alive. Not to mention heavy artillery, even ordinary small-caliber infantry artillery will also deal a fatal blow to them.

The surrounding leaves were wet, the wind was a little stronger, and the fog in the valley had blown away. Xiang Qianqian and the others were still lying on their stomachs like that, motionless, watching the movements around them.

I don't know how long it took, but the fog rose again, and I walked forward, retracting my gaze from the observation ahead, and lingering for a second or two on the dew that had been eye-catching before.

Strangely, the raindrops that gradually became dripping did not knock the dew down.

Then another gust of wind blew, and the mist in the valley below did not disperse, but blew another mist from the ridge on the right, across the valley in front of it, and drifted to the hill on the left in the raindrops.

Other than that, everything was quiet, without any unusual sounds, but the aura of death enveloped the entire jungle and enveloped everyone's heart.

It's typical rainy and foggy weather, and everyone feels cold.

But you can't move, and you can't make any slight movements anyway.

With them was the dewdrop, which was still stubbornly present on the tip of the leaf, and the wind and rain never blew it down.

Another gust of wind blew, and raindrops fell from the bushes.

The wind is starting to get stronger, and the weather is getting worse, which is not good for the ambush.

The rain and fog become heavier, which is not conducive to observation, and from the perspective of long-range sniping alone, wind is an important consideration that affects the accuracy of shooting.

The leaves carrying the dew were now spinning and shaking to the left with the wind, which proved that the wind was blowing from the right, and he subconsciously judged the direction of the wind, and then unconsciously turned his head to the right.

This turned his head, and he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something more on the cliff over there.

Something was wrong, his heart was pounding!

There was grass on the cliff, and he had observed it very well before, and he had not given up paying attention to it for the past two days.

This time, there was suddenly a cluster of brightly colored leaves in the room, which was very different from the previous imprint.

He took a closer look, it was not quite right, this sudden extra thing was too eye-catching, no wonder it made people feel suspicious all of a sudden.

There had been no obvious signs there, and he had identified that after a few seconds of doubt.

Suddenly the clump of leaves moved, and moved towards the bottom of the cliff, and then again.

"There is a situation!" He confirmed this doubt in his heart.

Staring at the dwarf shrub that was moving slowly through the high-powered telescope, he sneered in his heart when he moved forward: "Damn, it's very cunning!" Sure enough, it's a seasoned veteran, but it's the end of today! ”