Behind the icy water pipe, the muzzle of a G43 rifle covered with camouflage rags blended into the ruins, making it impossible to distinguish them.

Chris held his rifle and leaned motionless against the stone behind him, as if he had been killed.

He even breathed slowly, little by little, almost as if he hadn't moved, blending in with the scenery around him.

This is a carefully selected sniper position, and a fierce sniper battle is unfolding in the not-so-tall buildings on the outskirts of Moscow.

In order to accurately guide the artillery attack, the Germans used the infiltration tactics of special sniper groups.

And in order to resist such tactics, the Soviet troops used snipers against German snipers, preparing to inflict unbearable losses to prevent the Germans from continuing to use similar tactics.

The two sides fought a large-scale sniper battle on the edge of the city, and it was not over until this moment.

As the most capable hunter in the group, Chris's mission is very simple, he has to find as many enemy snipers as possible and then eliminate them.

"There must be a Soviet sniper here!" From the bottom of his heart, Chris said to himself.

Because he knew that if it were him, he would also choose such a place as his sniper position.

It can be said responsibly that that position is a trap deliberately left by Chris to the other party, as long as the other party enters this trap, then he will never be able to escape.

"Hurry up and get out! Hurry up and get out...... I know you're here! I know you're here! Muttering softly, Chris looked at the window of the room in the distance.

It was a good ambush site with a way out, and there was no reason why Soviet snipers would miss such a position.

Moreover, the area with a lot of activity of the German army was nearby, and the Soviet snipers would definitely come here to find something.

Suddenly, a corner of the sniper position moved slightly, and inside the scope, Chris was very clear about what was happening.

The sniper's hunting process, like fishing, requires meticulous observation and a lot of patience.

Only those who have enough patience will have the last laugh! Chris has a lot of patience, and this time he wasn't going to fire rashly.

He was always observing, observing all the subtle changes around him, at least from his point of view, there weren't many places to observe.

Sure enough, it still came! After a silent sentence in his heart, Chris still didn't pull his trigger, he was waiting, waiting for another target to appear.

The Soviet snipers were now not two-man teams, but several hunters to deal with the German two-man sniper tactics.

Although the German special sniper squad was three people working together, the snipers were only two people, so the Soviets changed their combat methods after accidentally killing a hungry German sniper team.

They could be three or four people now, and they change a lot anyway, and it's unpredictable.

In this case, Chris felt that at least two or more targets should be found, and then it would be too late to open fire.

Inside the scope, Chris watched as a Soviet sniper slowly poked out his weapon from the trap position, very gently.

It can be seen that the other party is also a veteran sniper, his movements are very gentle, and the camouflage is quite in place.

If Chris hadn't been aiming in this direction, he wouldn't even be able to see what was there.

Slowly, Chris moved his left hand, which was blocked by the side wall, slowly downward, and then gently tapped twice on the iron pipe behind him.

The father, who was guarding the first floor of the ruins, tapped lightly in response. This is the code they agreed on in advance, and this iron pipe is the original sewer pipe of this building.

Chris tapped twice, which means that he saw a person go up to the trap location on the second floor, and Daddy tapped it, indicating that he was aiming at the unlucky guy at the trap location.

So, naturally, Chris slowly moved his scope out of his scope, moving the reticle that had been pressed against the Soviet sniper's head to another trap position.

If he guessed correctly, the opponent's auxiliary shooter, Bacheng, is going to show up in this position.

This is the experience of a sniper and a habit. Of course, if the other party finds out his own rules, it is time to die.

And this kind of law, both sides are speculating about each other, as if an old angler fishes the most cunning sea fish.

It's just that when an old angler fishes, there is not much risk, and the prey of a sniper is an equally dangerous sniper.

It's like two poisonous snakes entwined with each other ready to fight it out, and who is the prey doesn't know the outcome until one side falls.

Because this is a well-laid trap, the odds of the other party taking the bait are quite high. That's a big reason why Chris has the patience to wait here.

If it weren't for a great sniper, I really wouldn't have found such a good spot to bite the bait that Chris and the others had arranged.

A few seconds later, the Soviet secondary shooter really appeared in that position, and his movements were also very professional, and it could be seen that the other party was trained and experienced.

"A big fish!" Chris didn't hesitate and fired directly, and the G43 rifle in his hand snapped and fired a fatal bullet.

As soon as his gunfire rang out, Daddy fired a shot that had been prepared for a long time. Although the two gunshots rang out before and after, they did not give the other side much time to react.

Chris's bullet hit the secondary shooter directly, and the other party was shot in the head, half of his body hung in the window, and the rifle fell and fell to the ground.

The Soviet sniper, who had long been in position, seemed to be aware of the danger, and tried to move his position a moment after his comrade was shot, but before he could get up, he was shot through the eye.

The bullet passed through his eye and flew into the inside of his skull, and he fell straight to the spot, turning into a corpse.

"Phew!" A third shot echoed, and a bullet landed in front of Chris, who fired first.

Only about 3 centimeters from his hand, the bullet was embedded in the masonry, and Chris retracted half of his extremely well-camouflaged body, as fast as lightning.

"There's another person!" While Chris retracted his body, he shouted loudly to the dad downstairs, "Four o'clock!" Mosin Nagant! ”