Moving forward, I carefully followed the riding line on the ridge, and within twenty meters, I saw that the fog in the valley below had disappeared. It turned out that the fog here was just suspended over the mountains. Oh no, there seem to be a lot of people in the mouth of the valley on the right hand below, and they seem to be running down the stream.

He wanted to take a closer look, but the distance was too far to see clearly! Judging by the number of people, it is about what a platoon looks like. It must be their own people who have been discovered below, or their whereabouts have been exposed, and these people are chasing.

Forward was nervous and anxious, if only he could have a sniper rifle, he thought. That thing hit at a time, and it could keep them in there and immobilize.

As he was hurrying down, he suddenly heard a shouting from ahead, and an enemy soldier stood up from the grass on the ridge and looked back.

There was another enemy soldier next to that guy, but he noticed it before him, and when he saw that it was one of his own people walking down the ridge with a bloody face, he was relieved to put back the gun he had raised first.

I didn't notice him when I moved forward, but I saw the enemy soldier who shouted and turned back to check, and he didn't hesitate at that time, and he started with a fire. The guy let out a scream of "ah" and rolled off the cliff with a "bang".

The enemy who had discovered him earlier panicked, and then realized that it was not his own people who had come down! Hurriedly turned around and fired a "snap", and the bullet was hit by the grass around Xiang Xiang.

With no one in sight in the long grass, he hurried forward and fired at the place where the gunfire had come from, and then he heard screams again.

By this time there had been fighting and firing in the valley below, and heavy gunfire could be heard from the ridge at the end of the valley in the left front.

Hurrying forward, he ran down despite the danger, and saw two self-loading Soviet-style Dragonlov sniper rifles on the edge of the cliff, the same long-range shooting weapon of the same model that he had previously acquired.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly picked it up.

The enemy troops in the valley were running forward, as if to rush in and attack on both sides. In an instant, he had quickly moved to eleven o'clock in the direction of his left hand.

It was a relatively open area, with a small dam rushing out of the valley opposite, and the dam was overgrown with the barren and dense grass and a few low bushes common in the jungle.

The situation is quite critical, and if they don't shoot and stop the attack, they are afraid that they will rush to the battle, which will cause great casualties to their comrades. Hurriedly lay down and aimed at the valley, and what he saw in the sniper scope was really the enemy.

"The human head is stuck in the imaginary arc, a distance of about eight or nine hundred meters, counting the fourth aiming star from top to bottom—the moving target hits the front load—" He muttered to himself, and without too much aim, he fired a shot.

There was a "snap", and the gunfire rang out again very crisply on the ridge. The shot was directed at an enemy who was running in front, and he especially remembered shooting a little ahead of his time.

He saw that the shot didn't hit the person he was aiming at, but it hit another person next to him, knocking him to the ground in an instant. The enemy soldiers were stunned for a moment, reacted quickly, and immediately stopped advancing.

Some lay down in the grass, while others quickly moved to the right to enter the mountain.

In the telescope, the grass was almost none, and he held his breath forward, shooting at the creeping athletes, shot at the point.

No one knew where the bullets were coming from, and the battle was raging in the valley ahead. By the time he fired the fifth shot on the ridge, the enemy had all stopped. Several turned to look at him, as if trying to find the sniper's position.

At this time, he did not dare to shoot again, he was afraid that the bullet would not form a deterrent. What he needed now was to delay as many enemy reinforcements as possible so that his men could have a chance to escape.

There was a stalemate for a while, and a few bold enemy troops began to crawl towards the foot of the hill again. Moving forward, he noticed that they were crawling and looking back.

He opened fire on the enemy who was crawling first, killing the chicken to show the monkey, and sure enough, the guy behind quickly stopped, and the situation was quickly controlled.

By the time the ninth shot was fired on this ridge, the bullet was gone, and he quickly picked up another one and continued to aim.

At some point, a few of the guys had crawled into the bushes in front of them, and the fog seemed to be pressed down from the opposite hill beam. He hurried to the point, looking for the target who was most likely to escape and go into battle.

"Don't run!" He fired a shot at two enemy soldiers who were standing up one after the other. After a few seconds of flying, the bullet struck the hunched shoulder of a man in the back.

The guy threw himself on the ass of the man in front of him, and in a panic the man seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and as soon as his buttocks shrank, he straightened up his waist and ran wildly up the mountain.

"Still want to run?" Forward, he raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at his back, and fired a shot. In an instant, the bullet passed through a bush of leaves and hit him in the back. The man threw himself forward, too, and simply fell to a protruding rock.

Probably panicked, the man struggled to roll over and roll on the ground.

Moving forward, he didn't care whether he was alive or dead, and quickly swept the gun over. The sight startled him a lot, and many of the enemies in front of him had already gotten up and ran far into the valley.

"Son of a bitch!" He cursed, still hitting the front. With a slight aim, a "snap" shot, the man running in front stopped in the grass, touched the back of his head, and then swayed and shrunk.

"Don't die, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" He watched the other man fall and cursed.

It may be that the gunfire in front of them was too intense, and these people were so anxious that some people kept getting up and running inside.

Moving forward, he exhaled, and at the moment the means must not change, and he still had to see whoever was running in front and hit whomever he wanted.

By the time the fourth shot was fired, the enemy's commotion was a little better. Lying on the ridge, he moved forward.

A high-level figure appears in the sniper scope, an officer with a pistol hiding next to a bush at the foot of the mountain, shouting and pointing fingers.

No wonder someone is dishonest, it turns out that this guy is doing the trick.

Moving forward, he took his breath and aimed at him several times, but this guy swung his pistol, and his upper body shook very sharply, and it was difficult to shoot.

After letting him go for a moment, he quickly scanned this side forward. Not good! Two more men rushed to the front, and one of them was about to turn sideways behind a fallen dead tree. He bent over like this, turned sideways with his back forward, and a large bounce point.

How can there be the slightest hesitation to move forward? He immediately fired another shot. I saw that the enemy soldier who had been shot threw down his horse and climbed on the dead tree, his legs and feet twitching and moving. The second man lay tightly on his heels, not daring to move, trying to protect himself by the grass.

"I can't let you run away when you have the chance." Moving the gun forward, he shot a bullet into his back. Looking through the sniper scope, I saw him roll over in pain, rolling there and screaming.

This frightened the commander hurriedly hid under the bushes, did not dare to move, and remained honestly and did not dare to show up.