Just as I was going downstairs and was about to run to the downstairs window, a bullet passed through the window and hit the spot directly in front of me.

At an angle of nearly 30 degrees, the bullet penetrated the glass that had been completely broken but not completely shattered, and left a hole in the marble staircase.

"Is it a coincidence, or is it a sharpshooter?" Quickly rolled and hid under the window. Then I grabbed the corpse from the ground, changed him into my steel helmet, and lifted it with a dagger, slowly peeking out of the window. Make it look like someone is looking up through the window.

With a sound of "ping-pong", a bullet with a speed of at least a thousand meters per second, with huge kinetic energy, whistled and pierced the military hat and shot into the roof with a sentence. I quickly looked out the window, and a short, thin figure had disappeared from behind the inner window of the balcony opposite, and was retreating all the way to the plains to the west, where the Allies had improvised fortifications.

"That's the sniper!" Noticing the existence of the other party, my heart couldn't help but tighten.

Such an accurate single shot...... I have every reason to believe that this is not just a stray bullet that happened to hit me, and it is not something that a novice who is familiar with firearms can do. The other side must be a presence with long-term professional military training.

This time, the angle of injection is different from just now, which means that the opponent has also shifted positions in time, which is something that only experienced guys can do.

When he hit Ravaevsky just now, he did not choose his head, and when he attacked Mosvenk, he also hit the armor shutter several times. At one point, I thought he was a very talented newbie.

Now it seems that either there is no suitable gun, or it is ...... He's going to bring me here.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder and veto the second idea. I wasn't an important person at the time, and it was impossible for the other party to know that I had the ability to snipe, so how could I use this method to set up a game and lure me over?

It seems that the other party is still a ruthless character. When I shot the Allies in the streets, they had already discovered my presence. But I only shot once, and I wasn't exposed to his field of view, so I couldn't pinpoint my location. As I killed the two Allied snipers and was about to go downstairs to get my badges, he finally attacked me.

A soldier who can disregard the lives of his comrades without hesitation in exchange for the flaws of the other party is very cruel, but his psychological quality is very good.

September 2, 1970, 10 o'clock.

Another big moment. It was the first time in my military career that I had encountered an Allied sniper.

The Allied tank forces finally began to contact the Allied front. In the meantime, the fighters of the storm team had dispersed to nearby houses to hold on. After landing from the direction of the beach, a steady stream of coalition forces rushed to support them, and the battle for the streets and alleys quickly became white-hot.

It was learned from the radio communicator that we had repelled seven frantic Allied counterattacks in a row, and after a short pause, the poor Allied artillery finally began to fire on the beachhead and the sea, as a fire support for the Allied fleet to support the barrage of steel that was pouring down on the sea.

The grenades and missiles that constantly exploded were like weird, flat trees, carrying up dust from the ground from time to time. Then it collapsed with a bang, emitting countless shrapnel that could take a large number of lives in an instant.

I pulled out my periscope and began to look closely. My telescopes are not of the special forces type, but of the officer type, and I will not risk my life when I scout the enemy.

At the edge of the city was a hastily dug trench by the Allies, where most of the Allied ground forces (I reckon, the highly combat-ready infantry would have gone to the street fighting, and the infantry left behind, either recruits or militiamen) and communications facilities, were all hidden in the trenches, waiting in fear for the attack of the coalition forces.

Behind the trenches were the artillery positions of the Allied forces. Perhaps it was the fact that the Allied planes had not been active in this generation recently, and because they believed that I had been killed, and the remaining Allied artillery was exceptionally bold. The gunners pulled the ropes hard, and the loaders busily carried the shells.

I knew that the most important thing in front of me was to kill that elusive Allied sniper. If the conditions allow the flowers, I also want to know from him if there is any possibility of anyone giving me a set.

But the current situation doesn't seem to allow me to do this calmly. On the radio, the damned Admiral Kuryetsky announced that he would hold out for another hour before evacuating, citing "a surprise attack by Allied surface ships."

Therefore, every minute of delay will make our landing force, which has lost fire support from the sea, pay an even greater price. When our fire support forces at sea retreat, the Allies will gain a firepower superiority, destroy the Miami military port, and the liberation of Miami will become a distant prospect.

Only the serpent is dispatched. I gritted my teeth slightly, quickly raised my gun, and aimed it at an Allied gunner.

"Bang-" After the gunshot, one of the Allied gunners fell to the ground. He panned to one side like lightning, moving toward the next.

Before leaving, I noticed the enemy. The other party was holding a strangely shaped sniper rifle, lying on the edge of the trench, using the gun's precise sight, all the time carefully observing the surroundings.

If the other party is just a newbie, maybe I don't need to think about this at all; But since you are a master, many things are much easier.

If the opponent had analyzed the angle of penetration of the bullet in the head of the killed Allied gunner, it would have come to the conclusion that I had fired at eleven o'clock.

If you look at it from this direction, he will definitely be able to conclude that my firing position is in the tin warehouse where I just shot.

In the binoculars, the other party did not come out of the trench, but called someone and said a few words to him, and the latter left after listening to it.

Damn it! This cunning Allied devil, no matter what he is planning, will definitely not be good!

But I didn't find a shot. He's been carefully looking through his sight, carefully watching, ready to respond to my surprise attack.

The artillery fire accurately hit the tin warehouse, and the entire warehouse instantly turned into a sea of fire.

But what he never expected was that I was not even affected by the blast of the explosion, let alone being directly hit by the shell. Because I have already jumped from the second floor of the broken warehouse into the basement!

This is not a long-term solution. If we continue like this, even if the shells don't bury me alive in the underground warehouse, our troops will be doomed!

Just then, I noticed a clean blanket stacked in a corner of the warehouse.

My eyes lit up. Then he took off his camouflage suit and put it on a large blanket.

Then I risked my life and ran out of the underground warehouse. Ignoring the tragic scene of fire and dust around him, he threw it out of the iron warehouse that had been destroyed by artillery fire and threw it into the courtyard outside the door.

This was followed by a bullet. At great speed, it flew out of the chamber of the Allied sniper's gun and hit the blanket wrapped in camouflage, which immediately fell to the ground.

Maybe he's getting too carried away. The sniper's face, with a smile of relief, rose from the trench with lightning speed.

And then...... A crisp "ping-ping" sounded, and the bullet hit the figure accurately.

"Bang!" I put away my sniper rifle. Watching with satisfaction, the other party's forehead was suddenly hit by a huge force. It caused him to lean back and lie on the ground weakly.

That's right. When the shooting was finished, the moment I subconsciously got up to the other party, I had already stretched out my gun from the underground warehouse, according to the scenario I had imagined several times before: raise the gun, aim, shoot.

I sighed and calmly watched the last journey of this formidable enemy. Looking at this sniper, he slowly fell down with a look of unwillingness.

Seriously, if it wasn't for the use of a false target just now to lure the other party to shoot and reveal his position, he really wouldn't be something I would be able to solve for a while.

Although the remaining Allied forces are not a threat, it is not yet time for me to retreat.

I constantly changed the firing points, turning their gunners and communicators into corpses one by one.

Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago. After helping Ravaevsky to avenge his revenge, my good fortune will come to an end if I don't retreat quickly.