After breakfast, Trode walked out of the house. Looking up at the sun in the sky, the sun was quite bright, so that Trode could feel the slightest warmth from it even in such a cold winter.

With this momentum, Trode stretched a big slate, and since it was still early, he planned to make a round first, and then think about today's strategy at this time. At the moment, we should try to minimize the damage of the infantry, even if they have too long to complete their overall mission.

He first passed by the tank docking area, said hello to his own team and the members of Derek's team, and began to walk outside. On the way, he discussed yesterday's events with a few more infantrymen, and although they expressed their grief at the fallen soldier, they also felt that his sacrifice was worth it, at least in their opinion, yesterday's battle was very meaningful. Although he failed to kill the enemy snipers, he did rub their prestige, and that was enough.

Hearing so many of them, Trode was a little relieved, if the morale of his side had been low, this battle would not be won.

In this way, Trode, who said goodbye to them, thought about the next countermeasures as he walked, and before he knew it, he was on the edge of the village. Since the weather in the past two days was not bad, the snow had melted somewhat, which also stood up to Trood and they were fighting, looking at this scene, he couldn't help but take a long breath, ready to take a deep breath to connect the mood.

But

Trode couldn't breathe out smoothly because he saw something big enough to scare him stupid—a strong white point of light!

If this had been put a week ago, he would definitely not have reacted to this thing. But now it's different, completely different. Ever since he had been attacked by a sniper, he had begun to understand the characteristics of a sniper, albeit reluctantly. Just like the one he was looking at now, even if there was ice in the daytime, it couldn't have been so strongly reflected. Trood speculated that the eight achievements were caused by the reflection of the enemy sniper's scope.

In this situation, he simply did not have time to think about why the snipers of the Soviets would come and attack them in the early morning; Nor can he wonder why he ran so close, and the infantry in charge of the guard did not react at all; It is even more impossible to think about why he has been lurking for so long and has not done anything

All of this passed through Trode's head in this thousandth of a second, and there was no time to think, all he had to do now was to dodge, even if he knew that he was in his current situation. The enemy could kill him at any moment, but he still had to take a step and run hard.

But that's easier said than done. First of all, starting with his deep exhale, because of the excessive start, Trode choked directly, causing him to start running, there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and this sudden attack almost made him lose his balance. However, he still steadied himself and continued to run in the direction of cover.

Secondly, Trode was now on the outskirts of the village, and the nearest bunker was more than twenty meters away from him. At this distance, a well-trained sniper is enough to kill a man like Trode who doesn't know how to fight alone. But Trode didn't dare to think so, and now even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance, he was going to run away.

Saying goes. The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and as soon as Trood took a step to run, he tripped over a rock. One stumbled, but he narrowly missed it. But it also became a key event to save his life!

As Trode fell forward, a bullet slashed right behind him. This scared Trode into a cold sweat, but it also bought him a lot of time, which made him immediately start running with all his strength, but

"Bell!"

After the second shot, Trode fell to the ground

It's not that Trode is too slow, it's not that the enemy's sniper skills are too high. In fact, after the first gunshot, there was only a short second of time, and the second gunshot followed.

Even the most skilled sniper cannot complete the three steps of uncasing, aiming, and shooting in such a short time. This means that in addition to the sniper that Trode found just now, there is another sniper who is there, and it is he who takes Trode down with one shot.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the village became in a state of emergency, and everyone immediately mobilized to search for the attackers. Trood, who was lying outside the village, was also spotted as soon as possible, and several infantrymen rushed to his side after confirming that there was no situation around.

"I'm fine"

Seeing their worried looks, Trode gritted his teeth and barely squeezed out a word.

Although I said that it was fine, everyone could see that there was a lot of blood coming out of his left shoulder, and the upper edge of his clothes was broken, and since the injury was not too serious, moving his body should not burden the wound, so they immediately carried Trode back to the infirmary in the center of the village.

Hearing that the lieutenant was wounded, the paramedics immediately ran to check on Trode's body. After cutting Trode's shirt with scissors, the wound was already clearly visible, there was a bullet hole in his left shoulder, but at this moment the blood was not flowing much, it seemed that the bullet that had been fired into it blocked the blood vessel.

After observing it, the medic confirmed that the warhead was stuck in Trode's bone, and he quickly gathered his men and began operating on Trode. First it was anesthetic, then it was sterilized, and Trode didn't know how many drugs he had never seen before, because the last time he was shot in his left hand, this medician also dealt with him, so Trode was still very confident in his medical skills, but he just kept gritting his teeth.

Since the warhead was fixed, it was not difficult to remove, and although it was a little troublesome to stop the bleeding, it was not a big deal because it did not hurt the major arteries, and it didn't take long for this minor operation of Trode to be done.

As the medic wiped the sweat that had spread all over his forehead and let out a deep breath, everyone finally relaxed. When the door was opened, there were already piles of people waiting outside, and if they hadn't been still obeying the discipline of soldiers, they would have rushed in.

The medic waved his hand and motioned for them to enter, which allowed them to erupt together (to be continued.) )