Ang Lee lay his body completely on the ground, hiding his head behind cover.

This shot was a little more eager, and the bullet failed to hit Ang Lee, but was blocked by the stone placed in front of Ang Lee.

Ang Lee felt a little lucky.

Even if the Malian instructor shoots half a second late, he will have a better chance of being "killed".

"Boom la la ......"

There was a sound of running from the opposite side, and the Malian instructor was shifting positions.

This is an opportunity for Ang Lee.

With his right eye gradually regaining sight, he turned the sniper rifle to his right hand again, stood up against the tree, and while listening to the footsteps to determine the position of the Mali instructor, he took off his helmet and stretched out from behind the tree.

"Phew."

Gunshots rang out from the opposite side again.

Sure enough, the Malian instructor's change of position was also a trap, and he kept pointing his gun at this side, waiting for Li An to pull the trigger when he showed his head.

After discovering that the helmet had fallen to the ground, the Mali instructor realized that he had been tricked and threw himself on the ground, while out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ang Lee poking his head out of the other side of the tree.

"Phew."

Completely instinctive, the Malian instructor pulled the trigger again.

It's a pity that this shot was too hasty, and the bullet hit the tree that was at the level of Ang Lee's head.

Ang Lee was not affected in any way, and responded calmly, firing a shot that left him to death.

"Phew."

The gunfire was half a second later than the Malian instructor's gunshot, and then the Malian instructor was seen slamming on the ground and sliding into the grass.

A few seconds later, the Mali instructor got up from the ground, his chest was bloody, but he said with a satisfied smile on his face: "Ang Lee, you won." ”

"Phew."

At this time, Ang Lee pulled the trigger again, and the shot hit the Mali instructor in the head.

The smile on the face of the Malian instructor was muffled by a blood-red color, and he looked a little angry.

Li An walked out from behind the tree with an innocent face and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure if you're wearing bulletproof vest or not, so I can only make up for one shot." ”

"You ......" the Mali instructor almost vomited blood without being angry, and exclaimed, "Boy, you did it on purpose, I obviously said you won." ”

"Instructor, soldiers are not tired of cheating. You're so cunning, I have to be careful! Ang Lee replied.

"Stinky boy, I think it's you who are cunning! Where are you going? Stop, I'm not done yet. The Mali instructor was halfway through his words, and when he saw that Li An was about to run, he chased after him.

Li An shouted as he ran forward desperately: "Instructor, you have been killed, you can't chase me anymore!" ”

"it, the instructor is going to teach you another lesson today!" The Malian instructor scolded.

The two chased after each other, but there was a hint of joy in their words.

Ang Lee "killed" the Malian instructor, which was out of the blue, and both were very happy.

The March exam ended in the sound of Malian instructors being "killed", and Ang Lee became the only student to pass the March exam.

Except for Philip, who withdrew early from the game due to accidental injuries, both instructors "died" under Ang Lee's gun.

"I'll go, even the Mali instructor 'died' under Ang Lee's gun, this kid is too rebellious, right?"

"I heard that Ang Lee shot the Malian instructor twice, and one of the shots was fired when the Malian instructor was 'killed'."

"What? This is a whipped corpse! ”

"Ang Lee whipped the Mali instructor? Balls! ”

Ang Lee suddenly became the hottest topic in the whole school.

As the protagonist of the topic, Ang Lee seemed very calm, and after gladly accepting the school's medal, Ang Lee once again devoted himself to intense training, while the Malian instructor still served as his mentor.

After a training session, Ang Lee asked with a serious face: "Instructor, how big is the gap between me and Philip?" ”

The Mali instructor thought about it very seriously and replied: "Philip is the winner of the Golden Bullet Award, and both technology and combat experience are above you. ”

"What if I face off against Philip, am I bound to lose?" Ang Lee asked again.

The Malian instructor shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Sniping does not mean that if you have good combat experience and high technology, you will definitely win, but you must pay attention to the time, place, people, and a little luck. ”

After a slight pause, he continued.

"Especially luck, don't underestimate it, in many cases luck is the key to a person's life and death.

If one day you do stand on the battlefield with Philip, even if you have a little better luck than him, you will survive. ”

"I see." Ang Lee pondered the words of the Malian instructor seriously.

The Mali instructor looked at Ang Lee, who was lost in thought, and knew in his heart that Ang Lee was a rising star, but Philip was the star student of the school, and the duel between the two was about to begin.

During this time, Ang Lee met Philip a few more times, and each time Philip came to find Natasha.

Natasha was always laughing when she was around Philip, but she was slightly embarrassed to see Ang Lee.

Ang Lee knew that after the last incident, Philip's feelings for Natasha were accepted.

As friends, Ang Lee sincerely blessed the two.

After eating at noon that day, Li Ang did not do any more training, but lay on the bed to rest.

At dinner, people suddenly found that Ang Lee, who was never absent, did not come to dinner, and when everyone returned to the dormitory, they found that Ang Lee was not there at all, and his Mosin Nagant rifle disappeared along with him.

After nightfall, Ang Lee walked on the path of the mountain behind the school in the moonlight.

Philip was lying on top of a large rock, leaning against his famous German sniper rifle.

Ang Lee stood beside Philip, looked at Philip's brother-like smile, and asked, "Is your injury healed?" ”

"Alright." Philip nodded in response.

"Shall we get started, then?" Ang Lee asked.

"Okay." Philip nodded again.

"Shall I go first or will you go first?" Ang Lee asked again.

"You go first." Philip said.

Ang Lee turned around and left, without a word of nonsense.

Philip rolled over and sat up, reached for his sniper rifle and aimed it at Ang Lee through the scope, making a trigger-pulling motion.

From the moment the sniper rifle was held in Philip's hands, Philip's temperament changed, and the child-like smile disappeared, replaced by sniper-like indifference.

After Ang Lee couldn't see in the scope at all, Philip got up and walked in the other direction.

It's a showdown between two great masters.

Except for the sniper rifle in their hands and a certain amount of ammunition, the two did not carry any excess equipment.

They will use everything in nature to get the most out of their sniping skills.

Both gave it their all.

To do this, they use live ammunition that has not been modified.