Chapter 363:

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Mubai rested for a while, picked up the gun in one hand, grabbed two grenades in the other and crawled to the side. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The jungle was extremely humid, and according to the terrain, Xiao Mubai climbed to a side of a raised dirt slope and stopped, skillfully took out a grenade, and hung it on a small branch of the bush on his right.

Piercing through the waterproof paper, he pulled out a thin wire with a curved tip from the bottom of his backpack and hooked it to the ring of fire, then crossed the narrow mountain and tied it to another small branch on his left.

After doing this, sweat was already seeping out of Xiao Mubai's face, mixed with rainwater, and fell into the wet soil.

He looked up and looked around, his ears trying to distinguish between the sound of the rain and the rustling.

There are footsteps!

The enemy in the river valley in front came up, and Xiao Mubai heard it clearly.

Before the lightning bolt was completely laid, he was sweating profusely, and he didn't have time to wipe it, so he hurriedly held up the fallen blades of grass to cover the bullet body and the thin wire. Unable to see anything, he lifted his gun, turned around with another grenade and began to climb again.

It was only after retreating to the F2 sniper point that he did the same at the intersection of the jungle and laid a second line of blocking defense.

This time he tied the grenade to the left-hand side of the grass in front of him, and after the tripwire was cut to the right, he went to the left to get one.

Now there are invisible lines of life and death on the left and right sides of this grenade, waiting for the enemy to come and be fooled.

Xiao Mubai wiped the sweat from his face, turned around and retreated up and down the slope.

Just as he was about to lay a third line of defense in the grass, suddenly there was a loud bang in the jungle in front of him, and the enemy was attacked.

It should be almost early in the morning, and there is silence on the ridges of the valleys of the Mediterranean jungle. I don't know how long it took, in the sniper rifle scope in Xiao Mubai's hand, the head of an enemy soldier finally appeared.

It was the A3 communications man, who had broken away from A3 and was now making his way down the valley.

The wind was not strong, and the shooting conditions were good in all aspects, Xiao Mubai, who was lying in the shallow pit, held his breath, and his fingers on the trigger were strengthening a little bit. With a bang, a few seconds later, there will be another corpse on the edge of the valley.

Of course, the communications soldier would not die, he should be glad that this was a drill, but he withdrew from the battle.

Xiao Mubai's current identity is a sniper, and of course he hopes to take out these valuable special class soldiers.

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.

It's a pity that I didn't snipe at the primary target this time, but it's a bit of comfort to have a communications soldier of some value die under the gun.

Thinking of the C Infantry Sergeant Banbani who was shot by Sergeant Paul, Xiao Mubai felt a pity, when he could kill with one blow like Sergeant Paul.

Now he is honestly far from it.

The communications soldier staggered a little, slanting a Famasian assault rifle and a helmet-style hat on his head, his uniform soaked and sticking to his body.

Xiao Mubai was engrossed, gathered all his strength, and paused on his curved index finger. It seems that pulling the trigger no longer requires any force, and it is easy to remove the strength when it is successfully defeated.

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.

The rain seemed to have no end, there was no wind in the valley, and it was a little cooler now. Lying motionless in the rock wall pit like this, Xiao Mubai slowly began to sweat.

There's no way not to sweat, and it's a lot of energy to do too many tactical moves.

As he was engrossed in aiming, a drop of water fell from the tip of the leaf on the top of Xiao Mubai's head, and hit his right wrist impartially, which surprised Xiao Mubai.

There were showers at night, and although the showers were heavy, it had only been raining for a few hours, but I didn't expect that at this time, there were still water droplets gathering on the leaves.

The linen finger gloves Xiao Mubai was wearing were all soaked, not to mention that his hands were a little wet. None of this is important, the important thing is that the bolt is also wet with rain on 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, Xiao Mubai loosened the strength of his fingers and adjusted his breathing. The battle just now was fierce, and it hadn't been long since it had passed, and it hadn't regained calm yet, and his heartbeat wasn't steady at all.

For the enemy signal soldier, Xiao Mubai needs to hit with one blow, and there can be no deviation. 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.

Xiao Mubai pinched a handful of sweat, as long as a shot was missed, grass grew all over the river valley, bushes grew everywhere, and the enemy would disappear casually or lying on the ground, and he would not think that he would have a second chance.

Of course, this is not the main reason why Xiao Mubai is worried.

What he was really worried about was - once the gun went off, would it attract the enemy, so that the next retreat would be intercepted by the tail, and thus pay a heavy price?

It's hard to say!

At this moment, Xiao Mubai's face was cold, and his attention was highly concentrated.

As a subordinate sniper, Xiao Mubai has a special mission and action guide, and of course he will not shoot at will.

But now the opportunity was rare, and seeing that the signal soldier was about to enter the woods with the moving sunset, he seemed to be eager to open the meat and knock out the helmet hat from his head with one shot?

At this time, Xiao Mubai, who was lying in the shelter pit, was soaked with sweat, there was no sound in the canyon, and the air seemed to be a little stuffy.

For the sun and rain, fortunately, I was prepared when I first became a sniper.

The rainy season climate in the Mediterranean is like this, not to mention the hot and humid temperatures, sunny days and showers several times a day, and there is always a regular time.

Wet and dried, dried in the sun, the servicemen of any field force, especially similar to special forces, have no easy time, and the Foreign Legion is a more special existence than the Navy SEALs.

Stealth operations like this can be very difficult, and you have to be afraid of being exposed. Of course, for a sniper, life and death after exposure are small, but not completing the task is a big matter!

"The wind is due to the right, and the wind force is strong at level 3. Note that the target's action is accelerated, with a rate of six to eight. The shooting position is in front - two fists at the tip of the nose. Lying in the shelter pit, Xiao Mubai said softly while aiming like this.

Without an observer, he had to observe by himself, and immediately give parameters such as wind deviation, target movement rate, and pre-estimation, so that the hit rate of the bullet could be greatly improved after the bullet was discharged.

…… (To be continued.) )