It's a strange feeling, months of life on the battlefield have made me get into the habit of shrinking my head for cover when I hear the sound of gunfire, but now I have to stay still because I'm a "corpse." ”

There were bullets and fragments whizzing all over my ears, some of which hit the stones next to me, and the splattered rubble flew onto my cotton coat and "plopped." Although no one will target my "corpse", as long as there is any stray bullet, it can make me 'exposed' or directly kill me,"

I've never wanted both sides to be more accurate in marksmanship than I do now.

I knew it would not be easy before the Volunteers attacked, but I didn't know that the threat of death was so terrifying, and I had the idea of retracting my head and hiding behind the stones several times, but in the end I still forced this *** down.

"Boom" A grenade exploded near me, and the earth and broken rocks rained down on me, making my face hurt and itchy, which made me instinctively reach out and grab it, but in the end I resisted. I was secretly glad that the explosion nearby was a grenade of the volunteers and not a grenade of the American army, otherwise it might have been fatal shrapnel that hit me.

"Kill," the soldiers shouted and charged to the top of the mountain, and the American camp also launched a fierce counterattack, and I was in the middle of the two sides of the battle.

I was a little surprised that there were also gunshots from the other three directions, but I soon understood that even if the other directions did not attack, they had to arrange a feint to disperse the enemy's forces, otherwise the enemy could completely concentrate most of his forces in this direction, which would undoubtedly cause greater casualties to the volunteers and increase the difficulty for the volunteers to break through the enemy's defense line.

But so. And what if the Yankee snipers don't come? I couldn't help but think uneasily in my heart. There were also volunteers attacking from other directions, and he had every reason not to run to this sniper position, after all, one of their tasks was to hold the road bridge below the high ground.

I couldn't help but feel secretly bitter in my heart, if a grenade was thrown next to me, should I hide or not? If this continues, I'm afraid that before the sniper comes, I'll be beaten into a real corpse by a stray bullet. And even if I didn't become a real corpse, maybe the volunteer soldiers would have carried me down as a "corpse" after a while, and that wasn't wrong."

"Alas! Forget it! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh: "The chance of waiting for that sniper is too low, and I can't take my life for this."

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But at this moment, there were a few faint voices in the US military camp... The sound of rifle gunfire, because of the small number of US troops, so most of the weapons they brought were machine guns and submachine guns, and the sound of these rifles seemed a little abrupt, and more importantly, this sound came from the direction of the sniper position that I guessed.

That's when I realized that patience is also important to be a successful sniper, otherwise I'm afraid that I will fall short.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the sniper, not daring to open too wide, these long-term skilled snipers are said to be a bit telepathic and can sense potential danger.

Through the smoke of the night, I can see that in the sniper position in front of me, there is a black shadow lying on the top of the 'shooting' at the volunteers, I really want to look in the direction of the volunteers, so as to confirm whether he is the sniper with a headshot habit, but in the end I gave up that plan, I don't want to wait for this moment, and let him find something.

So I decided to do it, but hatefully I couldn't see his head at all, and I didn't have the shape of a steel helmet. I think he was wearing a black beret and had oil paint on his face, so it was hard to pinpoint where his head was when I saw nothing but darkness in the night.

I've got a three-eight cover in my hand, and I have to pull the bolt once when I shoot a bullet, so I have to shoot a lethal shot, and he won't give me a chance to shoot a second shot.

I wanted to identify his head based on the fire from the muzzle of his gun, but what made me strange was that I couldn't see the fire at all. Then it quickly occurred to me that the sniper rifle was originally equipped with a flame suppressor, so the guy in front of me must be the sniper.

So I waited slowly, waited,

With the "Khoo! I am all too familiar with this sound, it is the unique sound of the Sichuan rifle ejecting the magazine after firing, and then I saw the black stir for a moment, obviously changing the magazine. The place that would move should be the hand, so I finally locked on his head, and without thinking about it, I picked up the 38 big cover in my hand and aimed it at that position as fast as I could, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

I don't know if I hit or not, but I dropped the broken gun as soon as I 'fired' the bullet, and I felt a little safe when I turned my head and held the sniper rifle hidden behind the rocks in my hand.

Joke. Those American special forces are no joke. Even if the sniper is defeated, my "corpse" under their noses suddenly comes to life, which will inevitably attract their attention.

Really. I only heard a dense sound of "tart hee", and rows of machine gun bullets hit the rubble 'chaotically', and if I didn't hide quickly, I was afraid that this time I would have been beaten into a sieve.

At this time, I noticed that there was another volunteer soldier Zhan Shi behind the right side of his head, and the tattooed name Zhan Shi's face had a big scar, which seemed to have been cut off by shrapnel A piece of 'flesh', and the white bones inside were vaguely 'exposed'. This made him look terrifying, and if it weren't for the cotton clothes and cotton 'pants' of the volunteers, I would almost have thought that he was here to take me down to the Yellow Springs.

He looked at me with a cold look full of disdain, as if to say to me: "You are still pretending to be dead, it is a shame to have such a timid person as you in our volunteer army, if it weren't for the fact that you are still shooting, I will kill you!" ”

Seeing the way he stared at me with his rifle in his hand, it seemed that if I had the slightest idea of running away, he would not hesitate to shoot me down.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, I have been lying on the battlefield for so long and sniping, if I really want to let my comrades collapse as deserters, it is not wronged, and if I die, I will have the reputation of a coward. Fortunately, the comrade didn't seem to want to bother with me too much, so he tapped his finger twice in front of me as a warning, then grabbed his rifle and rushed out.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The volunteer soldier rushed out and fell in front of me, shot in the head and brainstormed

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Motherfucker! That one. The sniper is not dead yet!

I didn't want to rush out from the other side of the stone, but at that sniper position, a black figure holding a rifle in the sight clearly *** in front of me, he also spotted me almost at the same time, and immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed at me, but it was too late.

"Bang!" A bullet flew out of the muzzle of my gun, and his head tilted and he never moved again.

Hide back in the stone and look at the scarface warrior, he has long since run out of breath, and the blood and 'flesh' on his head are blurry and I don't want to look at it any more...

I knew he was the one who saved me, and in a sense, he was the one who allowed me to successfully take out that American sniper. Not only did I miss the sniper with my first shot, but I *** my own position. So when I hid in the rocks. The sniper had been waiting outside, waiting for me to rush out and give me a lethal shot. But what he didn't expect was that it was another person who rushed out, and in fact, I didn't expect it either.

The firepower on the U.S. camp seemed to pause, maybe they found out that their snipers were actually killed, and what made them even more unbelievable was that the people who killed their snipers turned out to be a group of people who they didn't care about and whose equipment was not on the same level***

The United States is a country full of traditional individual heroism, and while they want to be heroes, they will also establish an image of a hero in their hearts, and once this hero falls before their eyes, the psychological and morale blow to them is not as simple as losing a sniper.

Volunteer fighters on the offensive. It was as if the pressure had decreased in that instant

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Soon the sound of military trumpets sounded all around. The volunteer fighters who were feintting on all sides all shouted and rushed to the top of the mountain, and the gunners also set up mortars and 'fired' shells at the top of the mountain, and the American troops were soon drowned in the steel torrent of the volunteer soldiers.

I didn't rush forward, because there was a saying when the US military was training soldiers: Hand-to-hand combat is a submachine gun and a grenade, and for them, it seems that there is no closer 'hand-to-hand' combat in modern warfare, so they have never attached importance to closer 'hand-to-hand' combat bayonets! Even the submachine guns and machine guns of the armament of these special forces did not have bayonet butts.

So once the volunteers broke through the defense line to the distance of fighting bayonets, they were not opponents at all, even the special forces who claimed to be the strikers.

I just followed the group to the sniper I had killed to see what he looked like, but I couldn't because a bullet hit him right in the nose. Beat his oil-painted face to shreds.

People with a little military knowledge know that it spins at high speed, and once it hits a bone, it changes direction, and sometimes it is a thumb-sized eye when it goes in, and when it comes out, it is a fist-sized hole.

Look at the sniper's death. I couldn't help but sigh secretly, I don't know how many people were killed by this guy in the head, but I didn't expect him to die like this in the end.

The only thing that seems to prove his identity as a sniper now is the sniper rifle with a flame suppressor in his hand, but it quickly fell into my hands.

Originally, I wanted to remove the flame suppressor from his gun and keep it for myself, but when I found out that the scope on it had a four-fold magnification, I made up my mind to 'handover' the two guns directly.

Both guns are pretty much the same anyway. Which one is my own and which one is captured, that's not up to me.

Then he scooped up his magazines and food, and walked down the hill with his gun.

"Happy, fast!" Before I walked into the regiment headquarters, I heard the laughter of Commander Zhang. Presumably, the correspondent told him the news that the battle was decided.

"Comrade Cui!" The net was about to enter the regiment headquarters but was stopped by a shout, and when I looked back, it was a small stone.

Xiao Shi must have been waiting here, and when he saw me, he ran up and asked, "How is Comrade Cui?" Knocked out? ”

"Needless to say! ※ Mo raised his sniper rifle with a smile of victory

"I said you can do it!" The little stone jumped for joy, but then quickly looked at the flail in my hand with a confused face...

Dizzy, this guy must have recognized this rifle that was originally mine, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, lit up the other rifle behind me and whispered to him: "Don't 'mess around',"

Seeing that Xiaoshi nodded knowingly, I walked into the regiment headquarters with confidence.

Discipline, discipline, if I am found to be 'private' again, maybe I will be put on the big hat of "the tail of capitalism".

"Well played!" When I 'handed over' the sniper rifle to Regiment Commander Zhang, he happily patted me on the shoulder: "Comrade Cui, when I learned that the troops had successfully captured the top of the mountain, I knew that you must have succeeded and fought beautifully!" ”

Then Regiment Commander Zhang took the sniper rifle and played with it in his hand for a while, and then shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that it was such a small rifle, but it could play such a big role on the battlefield!" Not to mention the loss of many cadres, it also made our entire army scramble to 'mess'! ”

"yes!" Another person who looked like the political commissar of the regiment nodded and said, "I think when we should organize such a team, and we won't be helpless when we encounter this situation again one day!" ”

"Great idea!" Head Zhang nodded in agreement: "This suggestion should be reflected to the superiors, and I think it is very appropriate for Comrade Xiao Cui to lead such a team!" ”

Saying that, Head Zhang pointed at me again and said: Comrade Xiao Cui, don't hide your skills when the time comes! ”

"Well, this one won't be no, no!" "I don't know how to answer when Commander Zhang says this, and I think that if there really is such a force, it would be really good. It's just me, it seems that I don't know anything, and those on the battlefield seem to be innate, and I don't know what to teach if I really lead such a unit.

After rejecting the kindness of Regiment Commander Zhang, it was almost dawn when he walked out of the regiment headquarters. I must rush back to my position before dawn, or I risk facing a blockade by enemy aircraft or artillery, who may think of me as a communications soldier, a communications soldier to convey orders to the forward positions, and for which the planes will drop tons of bombing for my own sake

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In order not to 'waste' the money of American tax citizens, I walked alone with a gun on my back towards my position.

As I walked down the road, I realized that I hadn't gone out for a walk alone for a long, long time, and although there would still be a few gunshots in the distance, the moonlight and the snow illuminated by the morning sun on my shoulders would be sprinkled on my shoulders. It still makes me feel the fault of walking on the road in my hometown

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It rarely snows in my hometown, and I remember one year when it snowed during the Chinese New Year, a few excited nephews pulled me out of the 'bed' and walked on the snow-white road together, and walked into the wet fields together, just as I saw in front of me. It's just that there are a few less chasing and beating kids!

I suddenly felt the urge to go into the snow on the side of the road and have a few snowball fights. But in the end, reason still prevailed over the 'wave' man, not because there was no object of the snowball fight, but because I was worried that there were too many objects, too true, too 'intense' and fierce,,

When the U.S. troops retreated, countless mines were planted along the road, and the ground on the road was trampled by the volunteers or cleared, but the mines on both sides of the road waited lonely under the ice and snow. They usually greet those who greet them in the warmest way possible.

And I would never be so rude to disturb them at this inopportune time.

By the time I returned to my familiar position, most of the soldiers were already asleep, and since I knew that I had to defend myself against the Yankees, we all consciously adjusted our biological clocks to sleep at night again.

Because I don't want to wake up my comrades. So I endured the smell of everyone's feet and 'touched' into the tunnel, and then 'groped' in the dark tunnel without a trace of light, hoping to find a suitable place to spread out the 'bed' and lie down.

But the net found a piece, and before I could untie the marching quilt from my back. Suddenly there was one. They hugged me behind my back, and before I could react, I was pushed to the ground, and a cold, blood-smelling thorn was attached to my neck, making me shiver."

"It's me, it's me," I hurriedly shouted, finally realizing that it was dangerous to sneak into the pit so secretly.

"It's Camp Commander Cui" Someone recognized my voice, abandoned and pressed my hand and quickly let go.

At this time, someone lit a match, just in time for me to see that Huzi was hurriedly hiding the thorn.

"Cheng, Huzi!" I 'touched' my still cold swishing neck, and said innocently: "You almost bleed me, right?" ”

"Oh, how dare you!" Huzi rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "I said Camp Commander Cui, aren't you going out of the mission?" Why are you coming back at this time? I thought it was the reactionaries who 'touched' the 'hole', but fortunately I wanted to catch a live mouth, otherwise"

Speaking of this, Huzi suddenly understood that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly closed his mouth, which scared me a lot It turns out that this guy still wants to catch him alive, otherwise with his habit of twisting people's necks, maybe he would have given me this just now.