Heavy rain came, it was very heavy, and the fog was thick.

There are many mountains and valleys here, the terrain is similar, and the rain and fog are heavy, so it is easy to get lost. Along the way, the visibility was not good at all, and they took a lot of unjust roads in vain.

By the time we found the No. 4 liaison station, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.

The liaison post is also in a valley. The garrison soldier was very alert, and built a large ancient tree on the edge of the cliff next to the sentry shed, the position was quite hidden, and the camouflage was also very good, and it was difficult to spot without looking closely.

After making contact, the two climbed up to the rain with the vine he had left behind.

When I went up, I found that the sentry shed was quite wide, especially a shallow cave on the cliff inside that had excellent waterproofing measures, and it was very dry, covered with a thick layer of grass blades.

It's nice to go forward and sleep there at night, wrapped in a blanket.

Seeing Xiang Qianqian and Li Guoshi, the two couldn't stop praising them.

The garrison said, "This is not my territory. I just retired here from the No. 3 region the day before yesterday because of the strain, and I replaced the original crooked old crooked, and I should recuperate. This is a comfortable nest built by the old crooked, but these two **** have slept well and are well. At the beginning, I was so angry that my nose was really crooked, and I said that I was pretending to be sick to be comfortable. Hehe! ”

Moving forward holding the gun, he also let out a "hehe". He wore a raincoat and sat in the sentry hut, and because he was fine, he looked out at the heavy rain.

It's really raining and windy outside, and I don't know when I can stop. He turned his head and said something to Li Guoshi, Li Guoshi nodded, and the garrison also nodded, saying that's yes, that's right, it can't be wrong.

The rain finally became lighter, and it seemed that it could not be stopped for a while, so he decided to leave the place before the fog came, lest he get lost when the fog was too big.

According to the instructions of the garrison soldiers, he and Li Guoshi slipped down the vines, climbed a steep rocky mountain out of the valley, and quickly went up to the forest belt halfway up the mountain.

Passing through a cross-sectional saddle-shaped hill, they began to descend again along the junction between the two mountains.

So go left and turn right, go up the hill and downhill, drill grass through the woods and flow the river turbidity, brave the rain all the way, climb the mountain and wade through the water, although it is a little difficult, but it didn't take much effort to find the No. 3 area.

After the activity in the No. 3 area until noon on the third day, everyone moved to the edge of the Naxi River Valley.

In this infiltration mission, except for failing to snipe the senior operational commander of the Ant Corps, the other tasks that the command was responsible for have been completed smoothly in the past few days.

This time they will kill a horse pistol and perform one last mission in the area, which is to make amends for the assassination mission that has not yet been completed! When that's done, you can evacuate back until it gets dark and at night.

This is the decision of the command, and everyone has nothing to say.

At dusk, there is silence on the ridges of the river valley in the subtropical jungle. Forward, the sniper rifle scope in his hand finally secured the head of a soldier.

It was a line surveyor, looking down the river valley to check the line.

The wind was not strong, and the shooting conditions were good in all directions, and he was lying in the shallow pit of shelter, holding his breath, and the fingers on the trigger were strengthening a little. With a bang, a few seconds later, there will be another corpse on the edge of the valley.

He's a sniper, and of course he wants to take out these valuable special class fighters.

Whether on the front line or behind enemy lines, in addition to the opponent's snipers and high-ranking soldiers and non-commissioned officers, the most valuable sniper targets are long-range weapon operators and special professional and technical personnel such as health, communications, and engineering.

Of course, with the exception of facilities, ammunition, heavy artillery, vehicles, fuel, etc., lethality and destruction are not the same concept.

This time, it's a pity that I didn't snipe at the primary target. However, it is a bit of consolation to have a communications soldier of some value die under a gun.

The lineman was shirtless, carrying a submachine gun diagonally, wearing a helmet-style hat on his head and a pair of shorts underneath.

He also carried a circle of thread on his shoulder, probably out of routine to check the line.

With his waist hunched over like this, he walked with his hands on the telephone line on the ground one after the other, looking very relaxed.

Moving forward with all his concentration, gathering all his strength, he paused on his bent index finger. Pulling the trigger no longer seems to require any force, but rather a way to remove it.

He was waiting for his moment, the enemy had not yet taken up the mountain trail, and there was still some distance from the woods.

After the rain it was sunny for two days in a row, and there was no wind in the valley, and now it was still muggy.

Lying motionless in the pit of the rock wall, moving forward and Li Guoshi, both of them couldn't stop sweating.

As he was engrossed in aiming, a drop of water fell from the tip of a leaf above his head and hit his right wrist impartially, startling him.

There was a shower at noon just now, although the shower was heavy, but it only rained for less than ten minutes, I didn't expect a few hours to pass, and by this time there were still water droplets on the leaves that had not been evaporated by the sun.

The linen gloves he was wearing were soaked from sweat, not to mention the sweat in the palms of his hands. None of this is important, the important thing is that the bolt is also wet with sweat from the right index finger, and there is a great lack of sensitivity in the contact crimping.

This is quite detrimental to sniping, and it is very likely to cause misfire in critical or unexpected situations.

Sniper shooter, the feeling of fingers is quite tight.

In order to avoid accidents, he loosened the strength of his fingers and adjusted his breathing.

The showers just now didn't bring the slightest coolness, not to mention that several hours had passed.

Now the sweltering heat makes people breathless, and the heartbeat is not steady at all.

Against that enemy, he needs to hit with one blow and can't deviate in any way. From the perspective of shooting skills, whether you can accurately hit the target, your own heartbeat is a big key.

In any case, it was a challenge to deal with a moving target that could vary in posture and speed across the valley.

The comrades-in-arms next to him also sweated for him, as long as a shot was missed, grass grew all over the river valley, bushes grew everywhere, and the enemy would disappear when he drilled or lay on the ground, and he didn't think there would be a second chance.

This is certainly not the main reason for everyone's concern.

What everyone is really worried about is - once the gun goes off, will it attract the enemy, so that everyone will be chased and intercepted on the next evacuation journey, and thus pay a heavy price?

It's hard to say!

Therefore, they hope that they will be able to make a calm judgment of the situation when they move forward, and they will not be tempted to be useless and courageous, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

But looking forward with a grim face and high concentration, it looked like he was going to really snipe, and he couldn't guess what he was thinking. Could it be that he is really stupid to send everyone to a dead end?