So far, it seems that the enemy army has adapted well, and after paying a heavy price again and again, they are now obediently staying there and not moving.

At this time, he counted forward to the eighth shot, and then it was likely that there was only one bullet left in it, and he had to find ammunition to replenish it.

He had just heard two shots fired from this ridge, and the gun had fired nine bullets just now, and this one should have only nine.

He had to find the magazine immediately, and he turned his head to the left, and couldn't help but cry out "Ahh He had separated his collar with a first-aid kit when he bandaged it, but now he turned his head and of course felt pain.

Only then did he realize that five or six paces behind him lay the enemy he had just killed. He quickly crawled over and found four magazines on him.

After returning to his original position, he quickly scanned the sniper site with his gun, but fortunately, no one dared to move, and they were still in the grass. He took the opportunity to change the magazine, as well as another gun, which he placed beside him.

We must kill that commander, lest he come up with another bad idea and ruin the good situation that has been achieved so hard.

Moving forward, it began to focus on scanning the Commander's hideout. After about a minute, I saw that the guy began to move again, and he was dishonest and wanted to break out of the suppressed area.

On the ridge, through the sniper scope, he saw his right hand holding a medium pistol swinging there, but the human head could not be seen.

It's troublesome, there's nowhere to aim. Moving forward, he held his breath and noticed that a little behind the fellow, across the bushes, there was a guy looking at him with a telescope.

What about the useless work he has done, and when he sees the goal? Unless it can be suppressed with machine-gun fire. But now they are all pressed forward, and no one dares to move.

The other party kept observing this side like this, and he felt that it was a big trouble to move forward, and he had to be killed immediately.

It was clear that the matter was moving forward, and I knew that it must have been the officer's instructions. Now that he finally has a target for him, it can completely hit the confidence of the commander, and this time he is very patient and very accurate.

He's going to make it nice so he can give the commander a little color. After aiming at the guy in charge of observation, he moved forward and held his breath, gently snapped down his index finger, strengthened it little by little, and then slammed it hard.

"Bang!"

This is the sound that comes from the sniper rifle in the mountains, dull and loud, terrifying, and the fear of the snipered rises boundlessly.

Except for the great humidity and no wind, he noticed that the bullets were flying smoothly almost through the heart of the guy's head, and he should have died the quietest, unlike the others who screamed and rolled on the ground in pain.

This feeling of shooting is simply wonderful, knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, and moving forward has never felt such satisfaction in my heart. Now he controls the situation on the entire battlefield, and no matter what the situation is over there, he is doing well here.

Suppressing this pursuer from a long distance, advancing with one person and one gun to control the situation of the entire battlefield, this is a kind of exemplary majesty of a king, and it is the supreme glory of a sniper. He felt the magnitude of his accomplishments! There was a sparkle in his eyes.

By this time, the gunfire on the mountain ridge had gradually died out, and it was estimated that the comrades-in-arms had evacuated and escaped safely.

After such a long-range sniper suppression has worked and achieved its goal, then it is time to shift, and you can't always take it in one place and not move away, but move forward without leaving immediately.

He has become a little greedy, and if he wants to get more, he must remove the grassroots commander from command, so that he will never touch a gun again in his life, and disappear from this world forever.

Killing the other party is especially attractive to him right now. Watching him test his head there several times, he resisted an unintimidating shot as he moved forward. He's going to wait until he's completely exposed, and he's 100 percent sure before he can solve it.

"Kill him and leave!" He thought.

After taking a long breath, he moved forward and calmed down, changed to a more comfortable lying position, and waited for a long minute or two. During this time, he spared several enemy troops who had stormed into the valley in order to lure and deceive him.

Sure enough, after confirming that there was no danger, the enemy commander slowly appeared from behind the big rock, looked suspiciously at the mountain range on this side, and then waved his hand and shouted something, and immediately several enemy soldiers stood up from the grass behind him and quickly approached him.

"Just stand still, just stay for two seconds." Moving forward and aiming at him, his heart muttering as if he were praying.

The excitement was suppressed in his heart, and he could achieve his goal immediately, so that the battle on this ridge could end perfectly, and he would be full of accomplishment when he evacuated without any regrets.

He needed this, and it was what he was most anxious to harvest at the moment.

However, he had been on the ridge for too long, and his spirit was too focused, and he did not pay attention to the large number of enemies who had already arrived behind him, and they were rushing towards the ridge with great momentum.

"No wind! Nine hundred meters! The bouncing point of the chest and abdomen is more likely to succeed! Moving forward, he muttered to himself, the muzzle of the gun aimed at his chest.

The index finger of his right hand was so slippery that he couldn't feel the trigger, so he immediately rubbed it on his trouser leg and then grabbed the tongue of the gun.

Great! Everything remains the same, and the other party also thinks that it is okay after feeling safe for a long time, and stands pointing fingers at this time, and the upper body does not shake much.

He sighed forward, his index finger strengthened a little, and just as he was about to pull the trigger to complete the firing, suddenly a gun rang out behind him, and bullets rained down on him.

At this moment, he did not hesitate, and immediately stepped up to complete the final pull and fired a shot. In the rain of bullets behind him, two or three seconds later he noticed that the bullets had hit the stone diagonally downward, bursting out of sparks.

It's crooked! It's so regrettable. In a panic, he immediately fired another shot forward. This time, the gunfire stimulated the enemy soldiers who appeared behind him to scream "wow" and rush down like crazy.

These are the survivors of the cannibalism just now, and they have followed the signs of the grass lodging here. They're mad! We must catch the high-level task force back, at least completely wipe it out.

There was no way back to move forward, and he was just about to turn around and fight back, when suddenly he felt like the muscle behind his right thigh had been stung by some bug, and then it was stung again.

At this time, he was completely panicked, and quickly rolled to the side.

The enemy rushed down with a roar and a gun, and in the hail of bullets, he grabbed his rifle forward, held it with his sniper rifle, and rolled towards the slope to the left of the ridge as soon as he closed his eyes. Before he could roll down far, he screamed in fear.

The moment he fell, his mind went blank.

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