"Bang!"

A bullet that has been waiting for a long time, like the tongue of a predatory frog, uses momentary insight to fly accurately towards the opponent. At this moment, there was a bang in the distance, and a puff of white smoke rose.

Murata knew that the ninja sniper threw fire and thunder at this moment.

This guy has a strong sense of precaution, and when the fire and thunder explode, although he knew that he could not hurt himself, but with the cover of smoke and the diversion of his attention, he was able to quickly lie down and hide in another place. He understood that he had exposed his form in the darkness just now.

The speed of the bullet fired by Murata did not give his opponent any chance, he just wanted to lean forward and make a dive and tumbling motion, but before he could do it, the bullet that had penetrated into his left rib made him stop, and after standing for two seconds, he fell to his knees, his head into the leaf litter, and could never be lifted.

Murata Jingfang stared at it tightly, and did not immediately get up to check.

Although he got the information that there was only one Satsuma ninja here, he was not sure if this ninja had any companions nearby.

Murata Jingfang waited for a while, probably to maintain the relationship of shooting action for a long time, he felt his neck become a little stiff, and shook his head unconsciously, and at this moment, only to hear a "bang" gunshot, followed by a "whoosh", a ghostly bullet shot straight in.

The bullet hit the trunk of the tree that covered Murata Jingfang's right shoulder, shattering a piece of bark with a lot of moisture, and the sawdust that flew up indiscriminately burst into Murata Jingfang's cheek, which was hot and painful.

The opponent's sudden return fire shocked Murata Jingfang, and he knew that the target he had just hit might have been deliberately preset by the opponent with the corpse of a fallen soldier. I thought that I had easily exposed my position. He regretted it in his heart.

Scorching bullets. When flying in the cold and dim forest, it looks like a firefly, and it is extremely fast, and it draws a fiery red ballistic line, which is very windy. The crazy ninja sniper quickly reflected along the line of fire that shot his "teammates". The whole process is like a bullet that goes out. After being caught by an opponent, he shot back. One can imagine how frightening the opponent's reflexes and knee-jerk movements are.

Murata Jingfang was almost hit, and before he could get up and run away, the tree trunk above his head was shot several times, and the broken branches and leaves fell all over his shoulders. He could be sure that such a fierce and terrible killer must have been the guy who shot Hasegawa Shaosa during the day.

The opponent's fierce counterattack also shows the importance he attaches to Murata Jingfang as an opponent.

Otherwise, Murata Jingfang rolled into the grassy slope next to him. He still refused to give up, stubbornly chasing and shooting. An excellent sniper. Never relying on luck to replace the gun in his hand, Murata Jingfang knew that he had forced him to this role.

The opponent's shooting stopped, and the grass slope obscured Murata's figure, causing the opponent to lose his target.

The sky became darker and darker, and Murata Jingfang saw the blood-red sun slowly set, and the sky was a red sunset, and finally the sunset disappeared completely, and the surroundings gradually became pitch black.

Murata Jingfang cautiously turned his head to look at the sky, there was no bright moon, no bright starry sky, and the boundless black curtain covered everything.

In such a dark night, that ninja sniper should not be able to take action, right?

Murata moved cautiously through the grass slope for a moment, leaving where he had been, and resettled in a grass cave not far away, where he lay and thought about what to do next to win the battle.

It's dawn.

The silk, which is so thin that it is almost transparent, is almost invisible when illuminated by the strong sunlight. Murata had been grappling with his opponent all night, causing him to grab a dwarf shrub, then circle through a few branches and make a detour in an "S" shape back to his sniper spot.

Murata was sure that if the moving branch was discovered by the cunning ninja sniper, the guy would be able to see through his trick at a glance, and then a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, raised the gun in his hand, followed the silk thread to find his living body, and shot Mura himself in the head......

The use of silk threads to lay traps was learned from a senior when he was a member of the Satsuma samurai.

The senior taught himself that as long as he used his wisdom and used the surrounding natural environment and everything at hand, it would not be difficult to design such an ambush trap.

Now the end of the thread passes under a haystack, and then it is like a train entering a tunnel, no matter which direction it turns, it will not be seen in the open air.

From the surrounding trees, Murata cut off a lot of Y-shaped branches, turned them upside down and inserted them into the soil or gravel on the grass roots, and when the silk thread drilled through the crotch of his pants, he could not jump up and expose it, but also could turn at will to avoid the opponent's vine touching.

In front of his shoulder, a copper kettle with green rust spots was obtained, which he had received from a soldier of the Satsuma Army who had been killed in a battle, and he had obtained three of these kettles that day, and the other two were distributed by him to his students Ken Kato and Hikoyoshi Takano.

When a sniper pretends to be waiting for the enemy, it is dangerous to raise his neck to drink water, so Murata Jingfang inserted a straw made of plants in advance in the hole of the copper kettle, which is only the size of a coin. The copper kettle used to contain sake, which had been given to someone by Murata Nobuyoshi a long time ago, but now it contains a sweet spring that was connected from the rock wall spring when I climbed the mountain last night.

There is no stagnant water or spring on the summit of this mountain, and the ninja sniper's kettle, even if it is not empty now, the remaining water is afraid that not even a single eggshell can be filled, right?

Murata Jingfang doesn't know much about the habits of ninjas, these are just his guesses, according to the information about ninjas given to him by the government army, after the ninjas are dispatched, they must complete the task at lightning speed, and then quickly return to the base of the Satsuma Army, and enjoy what Murata Jingfang doesn't know and can't think of, so every ninja sniper, not only does not have enough fresh water, but also has no important tools that can go over mountains and mountains, and he can't go far.

Although this is the words of the intelligence officer, in the opinion of Murata Jingfang. It's still mostly nonsense.

Now the only thing he wants to believe is. The ninja sniper he drove to the mountains. There may be a lack of fresh water.

It hadn't rained in the area for days, and the scorching sun had already dried up every mountain peak, and yesterday it was cloudy, but it still didn't rain.

But the lack of water is not a fatal problem for a ninja, although the importance of water has never been greater at this critical time.

If the opponent is smart enough, maybe it was last night. The ninja was able to collect enough water to drink for a day through damp leaves stained with night dew.

But Murata Jingfang didn't expect that the cunning of that ninja sniper was far beyond his imagination!

He had expected his opponent to hold on to a condescending vantage point, looking down on the low grassy slopes and the woods. But unexpectedly, just when Murata Jingfang was engrossed in scouting the woods in front of him, a scorching bullet rubbed the air and burst into flames, flying from behind Murata Jingfang's lying down. Drill into the middle of the haystack at the end of the topstitch.

If Murata Jingfang still adopts last night's tactics, at this moment. Beneath the haystack must have been Murata Nobuyoshi's living flesh, and that bullet, just like Murata Nobuyoshi's samurai shooters did before Murata Nobuyoshi's sneak attack, broke the target's vertebrae and killed them instantly.

"Bang!" Another bullet, with a "whoosh" screech, slammed into the shaky bushes. Faced with an unexpected situation, Murata Jingfang's stuffy and humid back half of his body suddenly oozed cold sweat, and a chill was numb from the top of his head to his heels.

The sound source came from the fifth-order stone slope, which was the slope that leaned down behind Murata Jingfang, before dawn, Murata Jingfang set up a camouflage trap on the third-order stone slope of the peak, and the crazy ninja sniper was not idle, and actually chose an extremely tricky sniper position, although this position was very remote, but it was just for Murata Jingfang's action to lay traps.

It seems that he should be well versed in Murata Jingfang's tactics, and knows that Murata Jingfang is good at running around behind the opponent and sniping, so he will plan and run around in a larger circle overnight, so that Murata Jingfang's back is the muzzle of his gun.

The haystack disguised as a sniper was shot at the moment when it was shot, the silk thread in Murata Jingfang's hand stopped. The twitching of this silk thread in his hand seems to be the life of the pile of haystacks. If Murata Jingfang pulls the silk thread a little more after being shot in the haystack, then the possibility of the third flying bullet finding Murata Jingfang's real hiding place will suddenly increase. Even if it flew in for a tentative purpose.

The eyes of the enemy may still be watching this area. Now, Murata Jingfang didn't dare to move, even if he lowered his head and sucked the straw inserted in the copper kettle. If he appeared in front of Murata and shot twice in a row from the same position, Murata could easily send him a fatal bullet to the head.

But in the current position, Murata Jingfang is very passive. Murata Jingfang knew that this guy was disguised in the lower hillside behind Murata Jingfang, and the specific location could not be seen clearly, so he could only roughly estimate the opponent by relying on the tail direction of the bullet. Even the most stupid sniper will not turn his face to look back at this moment, or slowly move his body to try to turn his gun and return fire. Because, before the guy fired, he had already printed the original appearance of this dwarf bush in his mind. So, the slightest change in camouflage position is tantamount to telling the opponent: shoot at me.

In addition to lying motionless, Murata Jingfang could only pray silently, for fear that the crazy guy would test fire at the dark grass around him similar to camouflage, otherwise, without ten bullets, his life would definitely be confessed to him.

Murata Jingfang's sniper position was very good, but the waiting enemy suddenly appeared in the rear, which surprised Murata Jingfang. Before dawn, the ninja should be like Murata Nobuyoshi, while thinking about the tactics of shooting the opponent, while actively preparing the relevant conditions.

At that time, Murata Nobuyoshi and the ninja should have been within their respective ranges, but they couldn't attack because they couldn't see each other.

While lamenting that he could not shoot the enemy, Murata Jingfang was also glad that he was protected by the night. As soon as the sky was slightly bright, Murata Jingfang and the ninja were like wild ghosts who did not dare to step into the morning light, and retreated into the sniper position created at night, and disguised themselves vigilantly. The people who fought each other on the field heard a crisp bell and started the next round......

That crazy ninja sniper, just unexpectedly crazy, or rather. His audacity comes from his self-confidence. This guy should have already seen through the suspicions of Murata Jingfangfu. No longer believe that he has any helpers. Convinced that he has only one opponent, the rest are scarecrow dolls.

Carrying the same French rifle as Murata Jingfang, he actually ran up the five-level stone slope at the top of the peak, and of course, he was very cautious in the process of running, unlike the hunter who ran close to the hunt when he hit a game. The ninja must have raised his gun and looked at the target every time he ran a certain distance. Compare the surrounding environment with the previous impression on your mind. Murata Jingfang knows this very well, and he does not dare to move blindly at all.

Within a few minutes, a guy in green camouflage, holding a long French Grasse rifle, ran over the rocky slope fifty meters to the left of Murata Jingfang, and ran towards a thick pile of artemisia grass and green vines not far away. Messy strips of green cloth hung from the small but muscy ninja, swaying back and forth with his moving body.

At this moment, Murata Jingfang's heart almost stopped beating, and the terrifying opponent who was still thousands of kilometers away just now was in the blink of an eye. Appeared fifty meters away in front of the left. Without waiting for his brain to give a command, he subconsciously raised his gun. Turn the barrel of the gun with both arms sharply, aiming in the direction of your opponent.

This crazy guy has first-class precision shooting and strategy, but he is now seriously short of water, can no longer fight with Murata Jingfang all day, and is far away from the support of his companions, so it is necessary for him to end the fight as soon as possible. And killing a difficult opponent like Murata Jingfang will also ease his nervous and depressed psychology.

The more easily the trap became clear with each step he took towards the haystack, and Murata Jingfang did not dare to slack off at all, concentrating all his energy to grasp this painstakingly obtained opportunity and sudden luck. The barrel of the gun quickly locked onto the terrifying ghost-like ninja killer in front of him.

The ninja was armed with a Glass rifle, the barrel of which was wrapped in green cloth and rattan slashing diagonally downward, aiming at the haystack, little by little. However, when he stabbed it with the barrel of his gun, and did not feel anything resembling a human leg underneath, the green face instantly changed its color, as if it had been smeared with a layer of white powder before applying oil paint.

At this moment, he consciously straightened his back, like a samurai ready to fight bravely, waiting for the enemy to shoot him from behind. At this time, Murata Jingfang's finger pulled the trigger, like a full bow, and only waited for the target to have a tendency to shake and dodge, and immediately chased after it. In fact, the ninja sniper knew that he had been locked by Murata Jingfang's crosshairs, and there was no possibility of dodging, so there was no need to dodge.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed the turf and did not fly far before it got into the enemy's back, and this shot picture was seen very clearly by Murata Jingfang at a close range that he had never seen before. The moment the bullet burrowed into his back and cut into his skin, the irritated nerves suddenly contracted, and the strip of rag hanging from his forehead flipped over his head.

The ninja sniper was reluctant to accept his defeat, as if he had realized that he had been scheming for a moment, and then he suddenly woke up and regretted that he should not have been careless. Actually, he wasn't careless, he just wasn't lucky.

The bone marrow and blood from the wound of the bullet did not burst out too much due to the thick strip of cloth, like a pot of red and white porridge, splashed with a cotton curtain, only the feeling of a heavy hammer impact, not the feeling of blood splashing and flying in all directions as Murata Jingfang imagined.

The ninja fell to the ground with a bang, and lay right on the slightly dry grass.

Murata saw that the opponent's gun fell out of his hand, and made sure that the opponent had no strength to fight back, so he carefully walked out of the hiding place and came to the opponent.

He clenched the rifle in his hand, the barrel of which was pointed at the other party's head, and as he walked by, he realized that the other party's face, which was painted with camouflage paint, was actually a child's face!

Seeing Murata Jingfang appear, this sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid moved his hands, as if he wanted to pull out the pistol on his waist or the katana on his back, but Murata Jingfang's fatal blow just now had made him lose all his strength, and his arm was only slightly raised, and he fell down heavily and weakly.

Somehow, the moment I saw this child's face reminded Murata of my childhood self.

The child in front of him must have rushed up to bite the severed head of a death row inmate on the execution ground, right?

"You're Satsuma?" Murata asked in a hoarse voice.

The child nodded slightly, which was an answer.

"What's your name?" Murata saw a small silver family crest badge between the child's collar, and knew that this child, like himself, must also be from a Satsuma samurai family.

"Konishi...... Yongping ......" the child replied with difficulty, a trace of blood foaming from his mouth.

"It turned out to be a descendant of the Konishi family...... Murata Jingfang was secretly shocked, "I didn't expect the children of the Konishi family to go to the battlefield at such a young age, the fate is really cruel......"

"I ...... Not a child...... I'm a cadet of the Marine Academy! Hearing Murata Jingfang call himself a child, a young ninja named Yuhei Konishi actually screamed, "My teacher is Lin Yiqing!" ”

"Lin Yiqing? That Qianguo? Murata was shocked again.

"Teacher...... I have failed your teachings...... I'm sorry......" Konishi Yuhei's eyes looked at the sky, and his eyes gradually became trance. (To be continued......)

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