The wind stopped, and so did the snow.

The bitter cold morning glow of winter emerges through the lifeless mist, and the white hills stretch as far as the eye can see, except for the depressions of the canyons and the slopes of the hills, where a few gray 'colored' bushes occasionally 'appear', the whole world is as smooth as a mirror. Here, on earth or in heaven. I didn't feel a trace of movement, a single sound, and everything around me seemed to be asleep in a snowsuit.

The sun gradually rose from the direction of the Pingkang Plain, and I couldn't see the sun from the north to the south, but I could still feel the energy of the sun as it rose. Because the moment the sun rises, it seems that the whole world lights up, and although I can't help but shiver with a chill from my body, I still feel a little warm in my heart.

At this time, I saw the enemy's position clearly, and at a distance of a few dozen meters from the barbed wire fence full of cans, a trench built along the ridge stretched zigzaggedly to the left and right, and three machine-gun positions made of sandbags were occupied on several commanding heights, and several 'high-firing' machine guns hung their heads without 'concentration'.

The closest one to me was only about fifty meters away from the machine-gun position, and from my position I could see most of it through the opening of the machine-gun position. I think this is the machine gun position where the searchlight was on last night, because there was a gray-black searchlight crouching there quietly, and the American troops who were '' it didn't know where it had gone. This also proves that I was right last night to use the searchlight as a reference to determine the sniper position.

For the first time, I regretted that I had hidden only forty meters away from the enemy's position, because I did not consider that I would be shivering from the cold.

Shivering is an instinctive response of the human body to resist the cold. I've tried a lot of things. I tried to stop the trembling by my own will, but after stopping, I found that the ice and snow around me would become colder, so I couldn't help but tremble again, "After trying a few times, I gave up in desperation, and shivering can also be said to be a kind of exercise, which is an instinctive stretching reaction of muscle 'flesh' when resisting the cold." It can replenish the body with some necessary calories. If I use my own will to stop it, it means that I will soon freeze to death in my sniper position.

Now in this situation, I can only hope that the US military will not focus its attention on my position. Once they notice something is wrong, take a look through the binoculars. You'll find where I'm hiding, and there seems to be some small animal shivering underneath the snow, but I don't think I'm in danger yet. Because the American troops had not come up until this time, the machine gun position was empty, only two American sentries were hiding in the trenches and baking fires. A wisp of black smoke rose from the trenches. Occasionally, there was a few crackling sounds of firewood popping. I can't help but feel 'glamorous' envy for the conditions of the U.S. military, if we were to make a fire outside the tunnel to keep warm. I'm afraid that this *** shell will come over before it warms up in my hand. And they are all soldiers, they can freely roast and chat on the top of the mountain, but we have to lie in this ice and snow to starve and freeze, and we can't even stand up and jump a few times.

As the sun rose higher and the world around me brighter, I couldn't help but close my eyes and focus most of my attention on dealing with the cold. I don't want to be when the enemy shows up. My eyes were already 'shining' from the snow, and the light was 'excited' too much. And at this time, I don't need to look with my eyes, at a distance of more than 40 meters, when the enemy comes up, I will be the first to see their sound.

Lying in one place and not moving, and then closing your eyes, it seems to be isolated from the world. I felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar, and I felt like my body was in another battle with the cold around me, an evil and mighty army of cold, snatching every trace of heat from my body, trying to take every inch of my skin until it turned me into a stiff corpse. Of course, my body will not be reconciled, they quickly carried out a general mobilization, closed all entrances to prevent the enemy from infiltrating and shrinking the 'hair' pores, took up arms and stubbornly fought with the cold army, and the muscles and 'flesh' trembled, holding their positions and never retreating."

Depend on! That's when I realized that I had a talent for writing fairy tales!

"Bang!" A sound startled several migratory birds in the bushes and fluttered into the air.

I snapped my eyes open, and heard the crisp sound of gunfire echoing through the valley for a long time.

I was startled at the sudden gunshot, but then I soon realized that it was the volunteer soldier who had found his target and fired the first shot.

The last time we dispatched the whole army to shoot cold guns was a little different from the last time, when the whole army fired at the same time, and immediately withdrew to the tunnel after quickly firing the bullets in the chamber. And this time, he did not withdraw to the pit after shooting. This dictates that we cannot shoot at the same time, and if this is the case, then the US military can judge our position loudly from the sound without seeing the smoke.

So this time, my request to the fighters is to find a suitable target and 'shoot' freely.

This shot quickly shattered the silence of the whole world, and soon the Yankee officer shouted loudly from the other side of the mountain: "0, than! Throw away that damn cigarette and get out of the tent for me! ***

This was followed by the noisy sound of military boots stepping on snow and the "sonorous" sound of weapons colliding with bullet chains. I also wore the deerskin boots of the U.S. Army. This thing is really good at keeping warm, and it's easy to keep dry, which made me have to 'get' another pair to wear ***. But it has a big drawback, which is that it is very loud when stepping on snow. In this respect, it really doesn't fit into our current cold-gun cold-gun movement, so I finally gave up on this 'seductive' idea. After all, keeping warm is more important than keeping it secret.

In a short time, dozens of American troops came out from the other side of the mountain, and they moved quickly. As soon as they entered the position, they began to assemble heavy machine guns and mortars. But at that moment, the gun in my hand rang out,

"Bang". With a bang, an American soldier holding a mortar chassis came and screamed in a hurry, and fell down in a somersault, leaving only the round chassis rolling on the snow, so frightened that all the American soldiers stopped their movements and fell to the ground.

Through the opening of the machine-gun position, I could clearly see the American troops lying on the ground inside, and even two or three panicked heads. I could easily shoot them at this distance, but I didn't shoot. The reason is simple, shooting from our positions is unlikely to hit the American troops lying in machine gun positions. If I do this, I will undoubtedly be telling the enemy: I am lurking in their position, and not far from their machine-gun position!

Once they know this, then they will focus on their positions, and then the volunteer soldiers will only be afraid of bad luck, even if the soldiers are well hidden. Because what the U.S. military has to do is it seems that as long as a few grenades are dropped to detonate the mines in front of their positions, they can blow up the volunteer soldiers hiding in the mine array to pieces.

Because of this, I just specially selected the American soldier who held the chassis and 'exposed' his head out of the fortifications!

I'll admit, it's a huge *** for me, because I see a whole bunch of prey right in front of me, and I can end their lives with the movement of a finger, but I can't. It's like a 'woman' standing naked in front of you but not moving.

Depend on! How did I think of the 'female' again! Feeling the pain coming from my lower body, I vowed never to think about 'women' in the future!

Maybe it was because there was no movement on the other side for a while, and the American troops in the machine gun position were 'wanting' to come again. One of the more cautious U.S. soldiers took off his helmet and slowly leaned out of cover with a bayonet.

I couldn't help but feel amused when I saw this. They don't even know I'm looking at them! But if I'm on the other side now, maybe I'll really let them fool me.

After thinking about it, I aimed at the helmet and gently pulled the trigger, only to hear "Bang!" The helmet was knocked into the machine gun emplacement, making a "sonorous" sound. The so-called "there is fiction in reality, and there is reality in fiction!" ”。 This shot was to prove that I was on the opposite high ground.

Then I began to be embarrassed again, if these American soldiers knew that they were targeted by snipers and did not come out, I didn't seem to be able to do anything about them.

At this time, the opportunity suddenly came, and an American soldier who looked like an artillery observer jumped up from the trench with a gun mirror in his arms and rushed to the machine gun position. To tell the truth, if I were on the opposite side of my own position at this time, it would be difficult for me to hit him, because he was very clever to hide his figure behind a small hill, and his *** time in the field of vision of the opposite position was only a few tenths of a second, and in such a short time, the probability of sniping him was very high

But I'm not in the opposite position, and I can clearly see his every move from my position and angle. The muzzle of the gun moved slowly with his footsteps, and then "Bang! At that moment, just as he was in the gap between the hill and the machine-gun position, my gun rang out.

The artillery observer fell to the ground, holding his big 'legs' and howling like a pig. The white and smooth snow leaves a shocking red color in an instant.

I didn't shoot him to death, not because I didn't have good marksmanship, but because I did it on purpose. Because I didn't want all the U.S. troops to be in it so that I could see and not be able to eat, I resorted to a small trick against this artillery observer.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out, but it wasn't from me, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be an American soldier on the other side of the trench with his limbs stretched out and falling into the trench. I soon realized that my comrades were also attacking their targets, but I was not distracted by this, and remained focused on the small machine-gun position in front of me.

"Bang!" With a bang, a bullet flew out of the chamber of my gun.

An American soldier ran out of the machine-gun position and tried to pull the wounded artillery observer into the machine-gun position. But the moment his hands touched the other man, a bullet 'shot' into his head from the side, easily taking his life. His body fell forward by habit, and it weighed heavily on the body of the artillery observer.

Encirclement and reinforcements, this was originally a tactic used in the army, but it was also useful in sniping. This method does seem inhumane. But let me say that once the two sides go to the battlefield with guns on their backs, they fight each other with bullets and bayonets. The old murderer is "broken!" without its strength!

When the rifle in my hand sounded again, two bodies were already lying next to the artillery observer. At this time, even if the U.S. troops were stupid, they understood my intentions, and there were still U.S. troops in the machine gun position who wanted to escape, but they were quickly stopped by other U.S. troops.

"Just!" The artillery observer also understood that he was being used as bait by the enemy, and he couldn't help but stretch out his bloody middle finger to the opposite side in annoyance, but because he didn't know where I was. So right in the wrong direction,,

After a while, the artillery observer pushed away the body that had pressed on him, then turned over and dragged the wounded 'leg' with his uninjured 'leg' and two hands to the machine-gun position.

I have to admit that this artillery observer was very courageous. Because by doing so, he was almost committing suicide. He knew that the enemy would not let him go. He may be ending his life in this way, or he may not want to see his comrades die for himself again. Either way. His approach is enough to make people admire.

But

We are enemies! Compassion for the enemy is not tolerated on the battlefield!

Sympathy for the enemy is cruelty to comrades! And so it was "Bang!" again. I gritted my teeth and 'fired' a bullet at him again.

He went limp, his left hand over his right arm, and after two rolls on the ground, he curled up in pain like a lobster, and in the moment he turned sideways. I saw his face in the sniper scope, a pained face, and his whole face was crumpled; The mouth is wide open, and I want to shout but I can't shout anything.

"*** raised!" An American soldier in the machine gun position finally couldn't help it, and shouted '' the machine gun and fired at our position. But like the middle finger raised by the artillery observer before, he still did not look in the right direction, so a bullet once again mercilessly took his life!

"Bang". I fired this shot empty, because there was only one bullet left in the chamber, and I didn't want to miss any chance to snipe the enemy by saving one bullet.

Before the fight began, I had two magazines of bullets within my reach. So I can quickly load my rifle with magazines without being detected by the enemy. In fact. The U.S. troops in front of me have been completely beaten by me. There is simply no extra time and 'energy' to think and observe.

By this time, I was already numb from fighting. Because I was stunned that this was not a war, but ***. If it's a war, it's also an unequal battle, and before they can find my place, I'm trapped in a machine-gun position to slaughter as I want, and I seem to be acting like a murderer playing with my prey. I didn't like it, but I had to. Because I know that if the United States has the opportunity in front of us, how can they fight a war of reciprocity with us? When they bombed the volunteer army with planes, artillery, and tanks, how could they ever think of fighting a reciprocal war with us?

So I gritted my teeth and raised my gun again to aim around the artillery observer, and I was sure that someone from the U.S. military would come out to save the observer. Ah, the personal heroism of the Yankees! As long as I give them enough prick 'excitement', I can 'force' them out one by one.

But then something unexpected happened to me, and the artillery observer struggled to 'draw' the walkie-talkie hanging on his back and shouted into the microphone. I could even hear his hysterical voice: "Viper Viper, I'm a rat, shoot 'shot' at all areas of the enemy!" Repeat, 'shoot' at all areas of the enemy! ”

After a while, there was a strange howl in the air, which roared over my head and rushed to the position behind me, and soon the explosions rang out in patches, and the air 'waves' swept the snow around me like a violent wind.

I didn't dare to turn around and look back, for it would undoubtedly put me in front of the enemy, so I continued to focus on the artillery observers.

Amid the earth-shattering cannonade, I saw him grinning wildly with his bloody mouth open. shouting loudly at the positions of our troops,,

I'm starting to admire this artillery observer a little. This is indeed a good way to block the fire of the opposing sniper with artillery fire, and he can escape with the help of his comrades. With such a serious injury and facing a life-and-death decision, it was not easy for him to think of such a solution.

But unfortunately, he didn't know that I was lurking in front of him, and his good method would kill all his comrades.

When the four or five American troops hiding in the machine-gun positions saw that their artillery fire had bombed the enemy's positions into a 'chaotic' mess, they immediately became unguarded and all ran out in a daze. Those who carry corpses carry corpses, and those who help the wounded help the wounded. But while they're busy. The rifle in my hand 'fired' again,

One by one, the Americans descended in front of me, and at last only the artillery observer remained, sitting on the ground for some reason, and suddenly looked at my hiding place as if he had discovered something, but it was too late, and a bullet flew out. Right in the middle of his eyebrows! If you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the heart. More chapters, support the author, support genuine reading! It is said that the book is full of umbrellas