Go forward with the strapping line in one hand, and then look back, hehe, strange, this right foot is simply better than the left foot.

He was overjoyed at this moment, and there was nothing more joyful and joyful than in his life.

When he saw the wide range of riding lines behind him, he understood that it was caused by the grenade landing and rolling down the outside and exploding.

No wonder there is so much dirt on the body.

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, quickly leaned against the ridge, and slowly took the sniper rifle.

The position here is too unfavorable, and the muzzle of the gun can only be extended forward, and in any case it must be crossed to the ridge in front. With an idea, he pulled out a grenade and threw it down the ridge to the right.

The grenade exploded shortly after rolling down, and as the smoke rose, he scurried where he wanted to go, and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Everything was calm, and he climbed slowly forward a little more, and only when he felt that the grass was thinning out of the grass did he carefully stick the barrel out of the grass.

This time, the front was blocked by another ridge, which was very unpleasant! Looking at the terrain, he felt that the ridge blocking his view was good and could give him good cover, and he planned to climb over it again and set up a gun there.

Under the cover of the grass, he climbed very slowly, trying not to let the grass and trees sway, revealing his hidden line.

But after crawling over, they can't find the best low concave position to aim, and if they rashly stick their heads out to peek, they will definitely be hit as a live target.

He knew the sniper's stakes, and the first shot just now was missed, perhaps because he was a moving target, or the enemy was firing from a position, or the bullet was affected by the wind when flying, so he missed and missed.

At this time, he estimated that the sniper must still be watching here.

He removed the bayonet from his rifle, dug a trench in the ridge little by little, and put the gun in it. He was careful in this work, like a thief.

The field of view in the scope is very good, and you can see clearly above the cliff on the opposite mountainside. But it is still difficult to find out where the enemy snipers are for a moment or three.

The grass on the opposite mountain is deep, the forest is also dense, and with camouflage, it is not easy to find him.

How can this kid show up? Moving forward, I looked through the scope again and again, but I still didn't notice it.

He paused and leaned sideways to listen to the movement around him, worried that another agent or something would come from behind him. Glancing back behind him like this, he suddenly had an idea and thought of a way to get the other party to show up.

He quickly turned around and crawled up to the two enemy soldiers he had just killed.

Collecting all the guns in his hand, picking up ammunition and a helmet, he folded a large handful of long grass that was as tall as a person, and slowly crawled back to the place with it.

After continuing to observe the opposite ridge as much as he could, he chose a position on the ridge and began to carry out his plan.

He first connected the long grass, then tied a captured gun to the long grass, placed it on the left side, nearly two arm's lengths away, and pushed it diagonally forward.

If the sniper on the other side was still there, he would have seen a gun slowly sticking out of the ridge grass, the muzzle of the gun pointed diagonally upward.

Now he retreated and waited, giving the enemy time to see how he reacted.

He felt that the time was almost up, so he used the gun in his hand to send the helmet over, showing a little, deliberately exposing it under the ridge.

With a "dang" sound, the bullets fired by the enemy immediately pierced through the dense grass in front of them and hit the helmet, causing the dirt on the ridge next to it to fly.

That guy is still there, and he's keeping an eye on it.

There was a rush of excitement in his heart, and he judged that this guy was very patient and decisive, and he was a good cat who was good at waiting for the right time to catch mice.

According to the impact point and deflection direction of the helmet just now, I calculated it forward, and obtained the approximate azimuth angle of the bullet. This angle line, if it were to retreat to the place where the bullet had come from when he was walking just now, should be almost across the forehead.

This is great, and the information revealed is that the other party is still in the old place.

The old place does not move, isn't it a big taboo for a sniper to shoot a lot in the same place? Either that, or this guy is a megalomaniac.

Then he put his helmet up with his gun and stretched out little by little the ridge. He looked intently at the general direction he had judged, and when the helmet on his left hand side came out of the sill less than three inches into the sill, there was another "dang" sound, and the bullet was fired very accurately.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't find out where the enemy was.

He swallowed dryly, then gently tugged on the straw rope. The decoy gun moved a little, lowering its position a little.

After two or three seconds, he pulled a few more times, and slightly flicked the grass there to confuse the enemy.

The ridge on the right is lower, that is, the right side of the hill where he climbed before is higher. He was going to retreat, where a dirt bag should be the best place to shoot.

He began to pull back, pulling the rope from time to time, allowing the movement of the gun to attract the attention of the enemy. He boldly retreated several meters, carefully hiding behind the dirt bun.

At this time, the sky was overcast, there was no sunlight, and the dew on the blades of grass had not completely dissipated. The gunfire on the high ground in the distance is no longer violent, but it is sporadic and everywhere, as if to remind people, and don't forget that this is still a battlefield.

After he got ready, he listened for a while.

Everything was fine, nothing unusual around the whole time. He did not forget to pull the rope and continued to attract the enemy.

At this moment he felt a little hungry, and his stomach rumbled.

Eat something after killing the sniper, he thought.

But this is playing hide and seek, not something that can be solved by swords and guns, punches and rushes.

He cautiously stretched out his gun, careful with every movement. This is a life-and-death battle related to people, and once the range of action is too large and exposed, it will be wasted.

Moving forward felt that this was much more intense and exciting than all the battles just now.

The fear of shooting an enemy for the first time is unconscious, a normal reaction of bodily functions. The tension now is conscious, like being a thief, stealing not anything but human life.

Through his scope, he searched for any suspicious spot on that side of the ridge.

It didn't matter if it didn't matter, it turned out that the opposite ridge was full of enemy troops. Sheltered by grass and shrubs, they were busy building fortifications and digging trenches.

Although it was four or five hundred meters away, and it was in the grass and dense forest, all the movement was visible in the scope of the sniper rifle.

He scanned it little by little, and then lowered his gaze to scan it back, judging from the dense state of people, there should be a battalion of men and horses on the mountain.

No wonder there were not many people in the high ground on my side, and there were not many people who came out to fight when they heard the gunshots, so it turned out that most of them had retreated to hold on.

It would be nice if he could summon an artillery attack, he thought, a sudden artillery attack would be enough to drop him a few hundred rounds in half a minute, which is called a pot end.