Snipers of the US military hid in trees, I affirmed that.

This is indeed a good hiding place, as the snipers hiding in the trees still have at least a little room to move. He could even 'smoke' a cigarette in it, and as long as his movements weren't so big as to make the branches shake abnormally, no one could spot him.

That's when I started to get into trouble. There are four pine trees on the opposite side. One of the branches was the size of a wrist. Unless the Yankee has practiced light skills, he will never hide in this tree. Ruled out a "The remaining three trees look like no difference, and I can't be sure which tree the opponent will hide in."

These three? Or is it this one? Or is it another one?

The growth pattern of the branches and foliage of the trees is sparse in the north and dense in the south, and there are fewer branches and foliage on the side facing me, and if it is summer or autumn, I may still see a little figure in the sparse foliage. But now the snow on the branches and leaves can help the US snipers solve this problem very well.

That's right! Snow cover!

Thinking of this, I hurriedly raised my binoculars and carefully observed the snow on the three trees. One branch and one another. After examining the branches, a suspicious spot was finally found on the second tree. It was a very small branch, and if I hadn't purposefully observed the snow, I would probably have ignored it. It is special because it has only a thin layer of snow on it. There is much less snow on the branches than on all other trees.

I think this is probably the reason why the American sniper climbed the tree and stepped on this branch and shook the snow off it! Or maybe it's because of the tremors, but whatever it is, I can now determine which tree this guy is on.

But soon I found out helplessly that although I had locked my opponent in this tree, there was still nothing I could do about him. Because I couldn't pinpoint his location, the canopy of the tree wasn't very large. But the chances of wanting to 'shoot' a person hiding in it with a bullet are still very small.

Hiding in a tree to snipe is a trick that little Japan likes to use. It is said that when the U.S. military fought against little Japan in the Pacific War, Japanese snipers liked to hide in trees and condescendingly 'shoot' American GIs in the jungle. The American GIs usually used Bazooka rockets or heavy machine guns to bombard the tree where the Japanese snipers were located, until the Japanese snipers were beaten with the trees. until it is stenched.

Do I have rocket launchers in my hand seven? No!

Do I have a heavy machine gun in my hand? Nor did it!

I only have one bullet in my hand, which has a capacity of eight rounds... Rifle, maybe I could break one of the branches of that tree with it, but the opponent would soon 'shoot' his bullet into my head.

I looked back and forth with my binoculars back and forth over the tree in the middle several times, trying to find the muzzle or something on it, but unfortunately the guy didn't make the mistake and he could have hidden the rifle in the leaves. If I had the communications equipment they had with me, I would have told the artillerymen to shoot a shell at these trees, so that even if the American sniper would not be killed, he would have fallen from the tree and died under my gun. Or I could tell the Air Force to drop an incendiary bomb at the tree, I think if the Air Force knew that it could kill an enemy sniper. They'll be happy to do it. Because on this battlefield, snipers are a lot of money.

The snipers of the US army can do all this very easily, just as they have just commanded the infantry to stretch out their puppets and command the artillery to 'fire' shells at our positions in an attempt to lure our sharpshooters out.

But alas, I don't have anything.

If I'm going to hit him, I'm going to have to lure him out! I'm well aware of this, but I don't even have an assistant by my side, but even if I do, I wouldn't sacrifice my assistant's life in exchange for knowing the enemy's location.

Perhaps, I can lure him out with myself!

Is it necessary to take this risk? Maybe it's not necessary, risking your life to take out one of the enemy's snipers doesn't seem to be worth it!

However, "I believe I can make it." And I need to teach the warriors lurking around me a lesson!

So I gritted my teeth, put down the binoculars in my hand, slowly reached out and grabbed my rifle, and then moved the crosshair to aim at the tree where the American sniper was hiding!

I closed my eyes and let myself rest for a while. When I opened my eyes again, I pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the air.

"Bang!" A gunshot broke the silence of the valley. I seemed to feel that at that moment, many pairs of eyes were looking towards the position I was in.

This was exactly what I wanted, the purpose of this shot was to tell the enemy what I was going to do, and then without waiting for the enemy to react, I pulled the trigger again and 'fired' a second bullet.

"Bang!" With a sharp whistling sound, the bullet passed through the void filled with cold wind and snow 'flowers', and went straight to the tree where the American snipers were hiding, and then hit a branch at the top of the tree with a "snap", only to see that the branch swayed, and the heavy snow on it poured down like flour, and the large pieces of snow fell down and smashed the snow on other branches, and then hit another branch, and under the chain reaction, the branches of the whole tree were 'chaotic' trembling, and the snow fell down with coughing. The snow powder enveloped the whole '' tree in an instant.

Almost at the same time, with the "Bang! "Gunshots, bullets 'fired' out of that tree, and all I could hear was the sound of potassium in my ears. The bullet hit the snow only two centimeters away from my head, and the flying snow made my eyes 'shoot' back, but in an instant, I could see a little spark and a puff of green smoke coming out of the pine tree, so when I opened my eyes again, I didn't hesitate to 'shoot' a bullet at that position.

Either you die, or I die!

That's when I realized the cruelty of this sentence. After Ann 'fired' the third bullet, I had to wait quietly, because if this shot didn't hit him, then I would have to wait for death.

His first shot was due to being disturbed by snow powder and 'chaotic' trembling branches without preparation. That's why there was a deviation, and now if you don't die, you won't make such a mistake again.

But after waiting for a long time and not hearing the gunshots on the other side, my hanging heart slowly relaxed, until I saw a disguised American soldier fall from a tree like a burden, and I finally let go.

To my surprise, the American sniper was not dead, and it was clearly not his point that I had just hit, but he was still struggling and rolling in pain on the snow, and the blood stained the snow beneath him.

I didn't shoot him to end his life, and neither did the soldiers.

If it had been before, the warriors would not hesitate to 'shoot' a bullet at him, if not for anything else, but for hatred of the enemy. Since several battles, many of the fighters' comrades-in-arms have died under the "sea of fire tactics and sea of blood tactics" of the US army, and this hatred will make the soldiers kill all the enemies in front of them without hesitation. Moreover, for a long time, the evaluation of the soldiers' achievements by the volunteers has always been how many bullets to destroy how many enemies, which makes the volunteer soldiers accustomed to killing the enemy rather than wounding them. But now it's different, and after taking my "experience" last night, they all understand a little bit. That is, sometimes it is more uncomfortable to wound an enemy than to kill it. So the soldiers let the American sniper let out a painful wail on the snow, and no one made up for it."

I didn't dare to stay long, so I put away the pong gun and slowly moved back into a small hill, and then retreated back to the anticline and burrowed into a pit not far away. Shooting, it means *** your own position, I can't guarantee that there are no other snipers on the opposite side looking for the mouth marker, so quickly leaving the battlefield is my best choice.

"Comrade! Well, it's Captain Cui! ”

"Captain Cui, hit? Is it the enemy's "sniper?" ”

As soon as I got into the tunnel, I was surrounded by several volunteer soldiers who were digging the tunnel, asking this and that.

"Hmm!" I nodded: "Net." Hit one! ”

"Well played!"

"Captain Cui has worked hard! Hungry, come. Eat something first! "The warriors treated me like a hero who had returned triumphantly, and handed me dry food and water with all their hands and feet, which made me cry and laugh a little.

"Thanks, comrade!" I was a little hungry, so I was not polite, and took the dry food handed by the soldiers and devoured it.

The soldiers of the two highlands on Shangganling together were only more than 100 people. They all looked down and didn't look up, but most of the time I met the fighters were in the dark tunnels. So until now they still know me, I don't know them. Even if I occasionally remember the names of a few people, I often call them wrong, and several times I made a big red face, and then I simply called "comrade" no matter who I met! ”

"Thank you!" The warriors replied humbly, smiling on their dusty and sweaty faces.

At this time, there were suddenly bursts of artillery sound from the position, which shook the earth and stone brushes on the top of the tunnel and fell down, and occasionally a few gunshots could be heard in the cannon sound.

I couldn't help but laugh secretly, the Yankee finally couldn't help but come to the rescue of the sniper.

To save those comrades-in-arms who fell into death, it is really impossible to tell whether it is a good thing or a bad thing on the battlefield.

Save! It often means sacrificing more people, shedding more blood, and being easily exploited by the enemy.

Don't save it! The morale of the army will be weakened. Because the rest of the U.S. military will soon think that the next one to die and no one to save them may be themselves.

Obviously, the U.S. military chose to save because they pay more attention to military morale and lives, as well as their so-called humanitarianism. So I wondered, what would happen if the snipers of the U.S. Army used the same method against the volunteer soldiers?

There is no doubt that the volunteer soldiers will also choose to sacrifice their lives to save their comrades-in-arms, but the US military's 'shady' plot will not succeed. If a volunteer soldier knows that he is being used as a bait by the US military to lure his comrades into life, he will not hesitate to aim his gun at his head or pull a grenade."

After a while, the sound of the cannon slowly stopped. The gunfire also died down, and I wanted to go to the battlefield again with a gun to see what was going on, but in the end I held back. Not to enter the lurking position at night, if there are American snipers in the opposite position. That's no different from looking for death.

So I had to go back to the headquarters alone.

I didn't get enough sleep last night, so it's rare to come back early, and I wanted to hide in the quilt and sleep well. But after thinking about it, he got up and took out the notebook in his arms and redrew the pictures drawn on the battlefield.

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"Head Cui, how did you do it!" When it was dark, as soon as Huang Sihu returned to the tunnel with the soldiers, he asked me suspiciously: "I think I have seen the battlefield very carefully, but I still haven't found half of it." The shadow of the enemy, the commander of the regiment, how did you find the enemy hiding in the trees

"Comrades! Let's eat something first! Wang Yuehan, who had already prepared rice balls and hot water, said: "Experience can be slowly 'exchanged', this has been frozen on the battlefield for a day, warm up your body first!" ”

"Commander, you better say it first!" Huang Sijia said stubbornly: "I've thought about it for a long time and I haven't figured it out, if you don't say it at this time, I won't be able to eat this meal!" ”

"Yes! Head! Let's hear it first! The other warriors chimed in.

"It's not about drawing!" I raised the notebook in my hand noncommittally.

"What? Do we have a painting too? Why can't we find the enemy? The warriors were a little puzzled to hear it.

"Here!" I spread out my notebook in front of the fighters, pointed to a place and asked, "Look what this is?" ”

"Isn't it just a twig?"

"Did you draw this branch?" I asked.

Hearing this, the warriors are all there. Du rudely opened his notebook, and then searched for a while in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, before replying, "No! What do you do with that branch? ”

"I painted!" Huang Sihu handed over his notebook and said, "I drew it, commander, but does this have anything to do with the sniper who found the American devil?" ”

"Hmm!" Seeing that there was really that branch on Huang Sihu's notebook, I couldn't help but nodded: "Very good, have you found the branch you drew." Something different from the branches I drew? ”

"This" Huang Sihu grabbed my notebook and compared it carefully, and said hesitantly: "The head of the regiment drew it, and there seems to be something hanging on it!" ”

"That's right!" I nodded and explained, "This thing is a Yankee compressed biscuit bag!" ”

"Oh!" When the soldiers heard this, they suddenly realized and came up one after another. "Captain, you are also a thief. This will also allow you to discover! ”

"That's it! This bag is on the battlefield. It's like a needle, and only the head of the regiment will find it! ”

The warriors let out a humiliating sigh, and all they said was that I was red-faced. In fact, these branches and bags were added after I came back.

"This" I 'rubbed' my nose to hide my embarrassment, pretending to be indifferent, pointing to my notebook and continuing: "The appearance of the bag here means that the enemy is lurking in the upper hand. The valley is not conducive to enemy sniping, so lock it between the bag and the valley! ”

"That's right!" Huang Sihu nodded in agreement: "But head of the regiment, why are you so sure that the devil is hiding in the tree?" And I know that he is hiding in the middle tree! ”

"Snow on the branches!" I pointed to the notebook again and said: "Here" there is less snow than other branches, which were accidentally touched by enemy snipers when they climbed the trees! ”

There was a coaxing, and all the soldiers began to talk about it, and some of them even looked at me with incredible expressions, because it was also observation, and it was also expected to be telescope, but no one had done such a detailed observation.

In fact, I didn't notice when I was drawing, people say that there are two kinds of sharpshooters, one is where to shoot, and the other is to shoot where to point, and I belong to the latter now.

"So! Comrades" looked at the stunned looks of the soldiers, and I concluded: "On the battlefield, you must be observant!" No matter where the enemy is hiding, there will be some traces of the enemy, and as long as we observe carefully and carefully enough, we will always be able to find out where the enemy is. Then get the final victory! ”

"Captain Cui!" At this time, Wang Yuehan couldn't help but ask: "That enemy is hiding in a tree." You still have no way of knowing where he is, do you? How did you get rid of him? ”

"Commander Cui didn't find the enemy's position!" Huang Sihu shook his head, looked at me with incredulous eyes, and said, "Commander Cui used three shots to hit the sniper of the American devil.

The first shot is an empty gun, and the purpose is to lead the snake out of the 'hole' in *** its own position. The second shot hit the branch of the tree, and used the falling snow to "confuse" the sniper's sight. At this time, the enemy fired, but because the snow powder fell all over the sky, he missed. On the other hand, he *** his own position, and as a result, he asked Commander Cui to shoot down from the tree with a shot

"What?" Listening to Huang Sihu's words, Wang Yuehan looked at me in shock, and saw that I didn't deny it, so he knew that what Huang Sihu said was true, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

I was also surprised by a small number of volunteer sharpshooters, although they saw me shoot down the US sniper on the battlefield, but they never understood what the intention of my three shots was.

"Comrades!" It's been a long time. Huang Sihu ordered in a low voice: "Hurry up and rest after eating, tomorrow we will go to the battlefield to paint, and we must strive to observe more carefully than the regiment commander!" ”

"Yes!" The soldiers 'straightened' up, grabbed the food and devoured it without saying a word. If you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the chapter for more and support