The scrivener box immediately became alert, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, could it be...... The people on the plank road are their own people? The old generation made a quick decision, and the barrel of the sniper rifle was aimed at the opposite hill. It is naturally impossible for a mountain as big as the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info know the exact location of the other party, so he aimed at the approximate position and put a shot. Toot, the bullet flew through the green vine waterfall straight to the opposite peak. The possibility of killing the enemy is almost none, mainly knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.

The gun really worked, and there was no movement on the opposite hill. Even the sound of footsteps on the boardwalk was gone.

The scrivener box is hidden under the vines, closely watching the changes on the opposite hill, trying to find clues about the hidden. But I was thinking about who the people on the plank road would be? Logically, it is very likely that they are their own people. The scrivener had the intention to release a code to notify the people on the plank road, and his finger was in his mouth and he was about to whistle, when suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, what if it wasn't his own......

The scrivener took out the fingers that had been in his mouth again. Regardless of whether the people on the plank road are friends or foes, from the perspective of a sniper alone, it is a big taboo to easily expose yourself. As a qualified sniper, the first priority is to hide yourself, and the second priority is to find the enemy, and the accuracy of marksmanship is the third in comparison.

This kind of sniper thinking was also mentioned by Huo Erguo when he gave a lecture to the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Company. The scrivener is very fresh and practical. After all, the sniper branch originated in Germany, and it played a huge role in World War I, but then I don't know what happened, the sniper class gradually faded out in Germany, and it was not until the last few years that it became active again, and a special sniper training class was established. Emaciated camels are bigger than horses, and despite being abandoned for a time, the German army's sniper theory is the most advanced in the world. Many research results can be said to have subverted people's perceptions.

In the past, there was too much emphasis on marksmanship in the army, believing that a qualified sniper was a good sniper if the marksmanship was accurate. In fact, it is still far away, practice brings true knowledge, and only when you are really on the battlefield can you appreciate the cruelty of sniper combat. No matter how accurate your marksmanship is, it is useless not to find the enemy, on the contrary, once the enemy in the shadows finds you, it only takes one bullet to end your life. Hiding yourself and staying alive is the greatest success of a sniper.

Now the bookbox is a deep understanding of the mystery of a sniper, he hides himself well, his body is submerged behind the "green waterfall", and even the barrel of the gun is wrapped with vines, making a good camouflage. Even if you are a few meters apart, you may not be noticed. This is what he depends on to survive.

The scrivener lurks motionless beneath the green vines, gazing through the scope of a sniper rifle at the opposite peak. Everywhere the camera goes, every leaf is clearly visible. However, it is too difficult to find a person, because the mountain is very large, and it is difficult to find any results inch by inch.

The scrivener searched for a whole noon, but found nothing. It occurred to him that it would be nice if there was someone around him who was in charge of searching, and the telescope had a much larger field of sight than the scope.

In the afternoon, the sky was overcast, and the heavy rain seemed to be a routine. The pouring rain flooded the peaks near and far, and heavy rain lines crackled on the leaves and logs on the boardwalk.

The vision became blurry. Finally able to relax for a while, the scrivener reached out and took a few handfuls of water and sucked it into his mouth. I was so thirsty that a few handfuls of water didn't solve the problem, so I took a few more and sucked them in. There were still some biscuits in my pocket, but they were all pureed biscuits at this time, and I didn't want to eat more, I just took out a piece and kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth.

The biscuits were pureed, and the stomach was growling, as if to cheer that there was finally food. Instead, it aroused even greater hunger. The scrivener reached out and pulled a handful of vine leaves from a distance and stuffed them into his mouth, the leaves were large, hard, and had countless burrs, which could not be chewed and even more difficult to swallow. The old generation couldn't swallow it after trying several times, so he simply spit it out. The mouth is full of green juice, revealing a jerky and unpleasant taste. He quickly took a handful of water and rinsed his mouth.

This is the sound of footsteps on the plank road again, and the knock is very urgent. Running on the broken plank road in such a heavy rain is simply not wanting to live! The scrivener poked his head out to see, a thin figure ran in the rain curtain, staggering, maybe the plank road was too slippery, maybe it was injured, not so much running, but crawling.

The figure gradually approached, and the old generation saw some doorways, it was a woman. He was alert, and the woman ...... Karina is dead, only Polgar is still there, could it be her?

The scrivener puts the sniper rifle down, and such low visibility is useless anyway. Hold a pistol in one hand and wait for the other party to come. The figure was getting closer and closer, and finally it was Polgar. She ran all the way, even though the boardwalk was dilapidated and rainy, and it was easy to fall. However, Polgar did not hesitate in the slightest, and sped all the way despite the danger of falling.

With such a heavy rain, it is impossible for the people on the opposite mountain to find out, what is she running? The scrivener poked his head out and looked at Polgar not far away. There seemed to be blood on her body, and a large patch of clothing on her chest was stained red. He looked very struggling when he took a step.

At this time, a figure flashed in the rain, very vague, but it could be seen that it was coming towards Polgar.

So it was, the scrivener finally understood what was going on, and Polgar was in danger. He raised his pistol and pointed it at the figure in the rain......

Polgar staggered all the way, falling on the boardwalk from time to time, leaving a little blood stain on the log, which was quickly washed away by the rain.

The figure in the distance gradually approached, and the scrivener saw it very clearly, "Ninja Killer!" He squeezed a few words out of his mind.

Bang, the Colt pistol spews out a fiery snake. The warhead shuttled through the rain curtain, with the mission of hunting, and occasionally the rain line smashed on the flying warhead, splashing a small splash. Of course, it is impossible to see with the naked eye. The warhead enters the ninja killer's forehead after a short flight. Blood splattered, this time visible to the naked eye.

Poof, the body fell on the plank road. Due to the fact that the ground made of logs was so slippery, the body slid a meter away after falling to the ground.

Polgar looked back and then turned to look ahead. Finally found a scrivener box close at hand. The joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe came to his face, and it was very faint. She has been in battle for a long time, and she is used to seeing life and death, and even if she picks up a life, she can't leave much expression on her face.

The scrivener came out of the vine and helped Polgar to sit down gently.

"Thank you." Polgar didn't bother to wipe the rain from his face and head, and as he spoke, he had to undress and treat his wounds. But it stopped again, the rain was so heavy that the wound was drenched in the rain and there was a high risk of infection.