(Reminder, red reminder: It's been more than a year since I left the starting point, and I haven't sent VIP chapters for a long time, and when the three chapters are issued at the same time, the order of the upper, middle and lower is wrong, and the VIP chapters can't be deleted and reissued, so I have to hereby announce, I hope you can read it in order when you see it, don't be blindfolded.) The vast majority of sniper schools in the world will remind their students not to choose too high a position as a sniper point. A position that is too high can certainly get a good sniper vision, but when others look up, the background behind the sniper will become too simple a blue sky, and in this background of lack of cover and camouflage, the sniper will be too easy to spot after firing.

It is only in Hollywood movies that those handsome men and women who are wearing the halo of the protagonist, even if they are strafed by heavy machine guns at a distance of dozens of meters, can be unscathed, and the seemingly omnipotent killers of God and Buddha will hide in tall buildings at every turn, and assassinate their targets against the background of the blue tunnel and pure canopy, and then go away without danger under the encirclement and interception of dozens of special forces and a few helicopters.

But Vadud is very fond of choosing a condescending sniper point, and one of the biggest reasons is that because of the high terrain, even if others look up, they can only see a very small part of his body.

It took a full twenty minutes for Vadud to move a meter back and take his place with the balloon and a camouflage cloth.

Take out an egg-sized mud ball from your pocket, pour a little water on it, crush the mud ball, and sprinkle it next to the balloon.

This mud pill is an elaborate prop made by Vadud, which is a mixture of straw, clay and quicklime, and when poured with water, it will continue to emit a temperature close to that of a human body. If there are snipers hiding nearby and trying to snipe the Wadod, and they are equipped with advanced heat scanning equipment, the instruments in their hands will quickly catch this heat source and find the "Wadod" hiding on the sand slope.

With the professional eye of a sniper, once alert and ascertaining the general location, they will quickly determine the exact location of the "Wadod", and they can even see clearly the barrel of the gun sticking out from under the camouflage cloth near the heat source...... In addition to balloons and mud pills, Vadud also brought a few more camouflaged barrels.

In the desert north of Afghanistan, Vadud was able to successfully kill three British snipers who had received hellish training in the world's top sniper training school in the form of sniper duels.

As Meng Tan said, there is no sniper like Vadud who has extraordinary talents, and can survive the battlefield of absolute adversity again and again, until he grows up with death as his teacher! He groped little by little on the battlefield until he formed his own unique style of sniper skills, which could not be copied, let alone popularized, so he spent two years in the training camp without training a qualified apprentice.

It took Wadud a full fifty minutes to walk fifty meters away from the helicopter, and glanced at the Mi-24 Hind helicopter gunship that had been beaten and abandoned, Vadud did not have any emotional fluctuations on his face, he stopped moving forward, and slowly circled around the helicopter, he carefully observed everything around him, even a weed on the ground struggling to grow from the gravel, a small pebble that was a little sharp, and a little out of place with the surrounding environment, would make him stare at it for a while, and it took another forty minutes to walk down like this.

From the lurking site to the helicopter, the distance in a straight line was only 500 meters, and it took Vadud a total of 90 minutes to finally stand in front of the helicopter door, moving forward by one meter in an average of ten seconds.

The helicopter's hatch was wide open, and there were a few pieces of compressed biscuits scattered near the hatch that I didn't know who had fallen when they were in a hurry to retreat. Standing in front of the hatch, Vadud inhaled softly, and in addition to the familiar smell of blood, there was also a burnt smell left behind by something burning. After a little thought, Vaduud found the source of this smell...... Abandon the helicopter and retreat, the people on the plane must have burned all the information that would reveal their identity.

A mocking smile slowly appeared on Vadud's face, and even if he was laughing, the muscle movements on his face were a few beats slower than normal, and it looked indescribably weird.

Shi Shaoying and his party have been targeted by their father Meng Tan, they still want to live?!

Hanging a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle equipped with sniper scopes behind his back and pulling out the two self-defense pistols he carried with him, Wadud stepped on the metal ladder of the helicopter, slowly walking up one step at a time. Every time the leather boots on his feet fell heavily on the metal ladder, there would be a series of creaks from the already aged metal ladder. This kind of sound is extremely harsh in an environment where no one is around.

But Vadud seemed to like the sound, and he took a step up the metal ladder, and after a dozen seconds, he would go up another step, and so on a dozen times. When Vadud took a sixteenth step up the metal staircase, and after a pause of more than ten seconds, he suddenly rushed into the cabin like a panther who had discovered its prey, with a stunningly sluggish speed and agility.

Before rushing into the cabin, Vadud's body suddenly lay backwards, relying on the inertia formed by his full sprint, he slid into the cabin in a kneeling position, and while minimizing the chance of being shot in his body, the two self-defense pistols he held in both hands also pointed left and right at both sides of the infantry cabin.

The infantry cabin was quiet, there were no ambushes, only the corpses left by the young eagles of the division.

As soon as he rushed into the infantry cabin and the whole person did not fall to his knees, Wadud clearly saw a corpse lying flat in the middle of the infantry cabin, covering a thin army-green corpse from his feet to his chest.

The blanket covered by the corpse was soaked with blood, forming a black-brown blood spot with a diameter of 10 centimeters on the chest, indicating that the fatal wound to the corpse came from the heart of the left chest. Vadud stood up slowly, and when his gaze, sharper than an eagle, fell on the corpse's face, he had already pressed the trigger of the pistol, and was in a semi-activated state, and the index fingers of both hands, which can shoot bullets out of the chamber in the shortest possible time, slowly released in the event of an emergency.

The corpse was wearing a pilot's hood, and the oxygen mask covered half of his face, but Vadud had locked on him with a sniper scope an hour ago and fired a bullet, how could he not remember that this corpse was the helicopter pilot he had just killed?!

"Jingle Bell, Ding Bell, Ding Dong ......"

A gust of wind from the equator blew in through the open hatch, and suddenly behind Vadud there was a soft sound of tiny pieces of metal, the sound of a brass bullet casing tied to a rope and blown by the wind colliding with each other. When surviving alone in the wild, Wadud often tied the bullet casings to a thin rope in the same way, pulling up a cordon near himself. Some professional soldiers also often decorate their spaces with wind chimes made of bullet casings.

Just as Deward subconsciously turned his head slightly and looked at the string of bullet wind chimes hanging on the left side of the infantry cabin out of the corner of his eye, his attention was suddenly attracted by two pieces of clothing hanging on the wall.

The two clothes, the one on the left is a leather flight suit from a Russian military factory, and on the left chest, there is a bullet hole; The one on the right is a body armor made of nylon material, which is also filled with a large number of special bulletproof ceramic sheets, which can effectively reduce the kinetic energy of bullets by composite bulletproof methods. As with the flight suit, there is also a bullet hole left by a bullet in the left chest of this body armor, probably to alert Duward, and someone specially used eye-catching white paint to draw a circle on the bullet hole.

Looking at the two flight suits and body armor in front of him, which should have been unrelated, especially the bullet part of the body armor, the bullet of the Chinese Type 56 semi-automatic rifle that was deliberately stuffed back, the corners of Duvald's eyes couldn't help jumping lightly, and an indescribable absolute coldness surged directly through his whole body in an instant.

He had made sure that the left flank of the infantry cabin was safe, and after discovering these two pieces of clothing, and being attracted by some details, he involuntarily turned around, and now he was using the most fragile and unprotected back of a man to face the corpse lying quietly on the deck. When he finally saw the warhead on the body armor clearly, he finally understood how deadly that seemingly harmless corpse was to him!

At this time, Duvald really wanted to cry and laugh, he did everything, he was cautious, he was walking on thin ice on the battlefield, on the battlefield where the enemy was strong and we were weak and killing machines were lurking, he used his natural caution and increasingly rich combat experience again and again to avoid the threat of death. He really didn't expect that he would make such a low-level mistake in the end, and he would be deceived by someone by pretending to be dead, and finally die so unjustly and so aggrieved!

A pilot wearing body armor No. 5, a pilot who dares to lie on the ground and pretend to be an ambush sniper, what kind of freak is that guy behind him?!

Suddenly, Duvald's body trembled uncontrollably, and he remembered the information he had reported to his father Meng Tan an hour ago, and his father trusted him so much, of course, he was sure that the enemy pilot had been killed by him, and Shi Shaoying and his party had lost their means of transportation to escape from Somalia. However, the enemy pilot escaped with a body armor, and he lay here to ambush Duward, the only explanation is that they would never abandon the helicopter!

Daddy Mengtan's seemingly impeccable encirclement and suppression plan, under the report of this perverted pilot in body armor and Duward, finally appeared a terrible loophole that was enough to reverse the final battle!

(To be continued)