Choosing a sniper and hiding place is the key to the success or failure of the operation for the sniper, and the ability to survey the entire area is the main factor in whether or not the entire area can be controlled. According to common sense www.biquge.info the sniper position is usually as high as possible, which is what we often call the "commanding heights". But this is a fatal mistake for the urban combat environment, as snipers often ignore the immediate danger around them by looking down from the vantage points.

For example, if the sniper position is on the top floor of a 20-story building, the sniper will have to look out to look down on the street below, and the location will be immediately exposed. At that time, the sniper will not be able to anticipate the unexpected situations and accidents that the sniper will need to deal with in the surrounding environment, and these unexpected situations and accidents will be closer and faster than the street below, and it will be very dangerous if the enemy sniper is hiding in the opposite building.

It would be very stupid to try to imitate the shooting on the rooftop of a building in a movie or TV series. Remember not to use the sky as the background color at any time, as enemies with good eyesight will easily find their target.

Therefore, the sniper position in the urban environment must be comprehensively taken into account the three distances of near, medium and far, and the sniper position should be set up at a height of no more than 15 meters, even if the position is exposed, there is enough time to run to the street and blend into the crowd to escape. Snipers are never advised to go any further up, and even the stupidest snipers know that there is a dead end.

Before the time was up, Chen Wenqiang raised his gun and aimed in the direction of shooting, re-estimating the probability of hitting the target at this distance.

Relatively speaking, this is not a good position to snipe and hide. There are a lot of people next to the teahouse, and the shooting angle is not on the street where the official sedan chair is coming. This requires the Sniper to have a quick reflexes to appear at the target and pass through his own field of vision. And for a short time when blocked by other buildings, it kills with one hit.

In the first official sedan chair was Wei Guangtao, the governor of Liangjiang, and in the second official sedan chair was Chen Wenqiang's target - Tie Liang.

Chen Wenqiang slowly moved the gun and finally stopped. His hands were held extremely steady, and through the crosshairs, he fixed the muzzle of his gun on the doorpost of a shop on the street. There was an imperceptible red mark there. When the front column of the sedan chair coincided with this imprint, Chen Wenqiang pulled the bolt, and the bullet would shoot out, diagonally into the sedan chair, and hit Tie Liang's body. Whether it is dead or wounded, or if it does not hit, then it is up to fate.

The bullet was processed, and every little burr was carefully sharpened off by Chen Wenqiang with a file, and the front of the warhead had cross notches. It has an effect close to that of a dummy bullet...... This is the difference between professional and amateur, and when it comes to sniping, Chen Wenqiang can be called an expert and extremely meticulous.

A long column of official sedan chairs was slowly advancing, with gongs sounding in front of them, soldiers and servants on both sides maintaining order, and firecrackers rang out from time to time.

Zhao Dayi received Chen Wenqiang's instructions and shook a piece of red cloth at the window. Seeing that the cat below replied to the code, he turned around and still guarded the door.

Soon. The sound of firecrackers outside the teahouse rang out, and Ah Mao not only put them himself, but also distributed a lot to the little beggars around him in advance.

Ding, bang! The second kick exploded in the air from time to time, and Chen Wenqiang held the gun, but his body was as immobile as a mountain. Time in the room also seemed to stop. Zhao Dayi couldn't help covering his mouth, he didn't expect his breathing to be so loud. Of course, that's just how he feels.

"Heavenly Spirit, forgive me for my sins,

These hands of mine are stained with the blood of many.

You can't see me, you can't find me, you can't feel me;

I'm hiding somewhere at the end,

It's not because you want to escape,

It's aimed at your every move,

I'm waiting for this moment of fatal blow,

It's a glorious encounter for you,

For me it's a glorious ending,

When you dragons are leaderless and try to find me, it is impossible,

Like stones, like bats, like still waterfalls.

I know how to think calmly and disguise myself,

It's not a flashy attack,

This is the calmest counterattack,

Bless me at this moment,

Had a perfect show

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The first official sedan chair passed, and Chen Wenqiang was like an ancient well, deep, arrogant, and like a sculpture, cold and unpleasant. His body, mind and mind seemed to have been poured into the bullet that was about to be fired in the chamber, and his eyes seemed to pass the distance of hundreds of meters through the crosshairs, and he saw the expression of Tie Liang in the sedan chair who was about to die.

It was a wonderful artistic conception, there seemed to be a melody and a lyric around Chen Wenqiang, his mood was stable, he held his breath, and gently pulled the board machine.

The gun stepped back briskly, and the sound of the gunfire mingled with the sound of firecrackers outside, and no one seemed to notice. A few passers-by looked up, and they were busy with their own things. After Chen Wenqiang finished shooting, he immediately drew his gun and returned to disassemble the gun in a few clicks. Zhao Dayi reacted at this time and stepped forward to close the window. Chen Wenqiang had already put the gun into the compartment of the suitcase, turned around and walked out, Zhao Dayi picked up the box and followed closely.

You don't have to look at the results of the battle, just like if you planted a mine, you don't have to see the success of blowing up the enemy before you are willing. This is the only opportunity, and whatever the outcome, it will be the next action.

This is not the main street, and there are no soldiers and officials, Chen Wenqiang and Zhao Dayi quickly went downstairs, came outside to meet Ah Mao, and passed through two alleys, where a hired carriage was waiting. The three of them jumped into the car, Feng Yi whipped up, and the carriage galloped away from the city.

In fact, not long after they left the teahouse, they heard people shouting horses and sirens in the distance. Obviously, Chen Wenqiang's shot is estimated to have come to fruition, but the riot has not yet spread here.

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Wei Guangtao was woken up in a drowsy state, and he didn't quite understand what was going on, until he came out and saw Tie Liang, who was rolling out of the sedan chair in pain and covered in blood, that he was shocked.

In order to ensure the maximum hit rate, Chen Wenqiang estimated that he was aiming at Tie Liang's sitting body, and deviation was inevitable. The bullet flew diagonally from Tie Liang's right side, and instead of hitting the chest of the target Chen Wenqiang was expecting, it shot into his left abdomen.

Suddenly shot, Tie Liang, who was sitting in the sedan chair with his eyes closed and thinking, did not know what was happening, and the sudden sharp pain made him snort, and when he saw the wound gurgling and bleeding, he realized that he had been attacked, and struggled out of the sedan chair, causing a panic.

Wei Guangtao was dumbfounded, only to feel that his eyes were black. The minister was assassinated in his land, and his future was ruined, and even his life was in danger. He had lost the ability to think, until he let out a shrill cry, and the old man's voice was a little hoarse, and then he shouted with all his might, and the sound was not only split, but when the last long voice was raised, it made a kind of screaming whistle, which was terrifying to hear, and produced a strange effect that even he himself had not expected.

The procession was already in disarray, the officials and soldiers were screaming, the patrol police were blowing their sirens, and the frightened citizens did not know what was happening, shouting, running, and hurrying to their homes.

The officials in Nanjing, too, knew that the matter was serious, so they hurriedly ordered the patrol police to search everywhere and arrest suspicious elements, and sent people to inform the soldiers at the city gate, immediately close the door and lock it, and strictly investigate it, and the riot immediately spread outward from the center of the accident.

It's just that at this time, Chen Wenqiang and others have already left Nanjing City, leaving the riot behind them, and going farther and farther.

And the Qing officials and soldiers in Nanjing, who did not have the concept of long-distance sniping, did not even know how Tie Liang was assassinated and attacked, so they were naturally still tossing around in the city. In this regard, Chen Wenqiang and others are basically safe.

But Chen Wenqiang was not at ease, and he did not relax until he boarded a British passenger ship at Dasheng Pass and set sail eastward.

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"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

Chen Wenqiang looked at Luo Deng expressionlessly, and could detect that his emotions were very complicated, anticipation, confusion, fear, excitement......

For a long time, Chen Wenqiang grinned slightly, not a smile, but it looked very similar. He turned his gaze to the sea, far and boundless, and said slowly, "What kind of feeling do you want?" Do you find it exciting to be in control of someone's life and death? After a pause, he continued: "Everyone has their own feelings about killing, and it is not the same. And when you are satisfied, it is often the beginning of repayment. ”

"What if the person to be killed deserves it?" Rhoden asked, "For example, if you're a bad guy, or someone who has killed your loved ones, hatred and anger can be exciting, right?" His death is the result you want, and you feel like, 'My purpose has been achieved, this is the result I want!' 'Isn't that so?' ”

"People are very complex, and emotions are not the same." Chen Wenqiang shook his head lightly and said, "Maybe after killing someone, your heart will calm down, and the disappearance of hatred and anger may bring you a blank, and you may also sympathize with the person you killed." But one thing you are right about is that there must be a reason for killing, and the purpose of justice will greatly reduce the guilt. If you have your own principles and bottom line, and can stick to them, you will not become a butcher and demon who kills indiscriminately. ”

Roden doesn't seem to understand, but there is a long-standing dream emerging in his heart. As a teenager, he ran away from home, intending to go through all the hardships and dangers to learn about life, or fantasized about meeting a group of heroes and inviting him to join him, or just wanted to roam the country. He adores Glasfairbank and his glittering sword, Jack London who fights in the wilderness of northern England, and in China he seems to be having the freedom to regain his dreams.

Chen Wenqiang turned his head, looked at Luo Deng with interest, and said with a smile: "I think, when you come to Qiongzhou, you may like to participate in military training and make a lot of friends." It may be this kind of sincere camaraderie that you are looking for, and you may like their attitude towards life. ”

"Maybe!" Roden didn't know exactly how he felt, and only replied ambiguously.

It is clear that it is not a matter of time to come up with a definite answer. Roden looked into the distance, and he seemed to hear the long, mournful bells of the old church in his hometown, calling the faithful to pray, and he did not dare to say that he had decided to change the course of his life.

…………… (To be continued.) )