faintly heard the sound of the pistol, and Zhao Haiping's first reaction was "Something happened to the warrior song"!

Zhao Haiping grabbed the AK automatic rifle beside him, and just as he was about to sprint with all his strength, his body suddenly stiffened.

The poison arrow looked at the thin rope made of bark fibers under his feet, hidden in the bush, and at one end of this rope, the two bullet casings that kept shaking and clanging, and the horror that he had not experienced for a long time, mixed with cold sweat oozed from the forehead of the poison arrow.

The [***] man, who was still sitting under a big tree just now, had disappeared into the cover of the darkness of the dense forest in a flash. You don't need to listen to the proud achievements of these two [***] people in the month-long period, just look at Zhao Haiping's flexible and effective anti-sniper military evasion actions like a poisonous snake, and the poisonous arrow will understand that he has met a peer. A professional-level master who has grown up in the flames of war, and who has clearly received the guidance of the Master, has knocked on the door of the true temple of snipers!

And the rope tied to two bullet casings accidentally touched at the foot of the poisoned arrow is a super masterpiece that only a master who is proficient in sniping and counter-sniping can do at his fingertips.

The other side obviously did not intend to prepare for a sniper battle here, so they just set up a few cordons at random, instead of laying deadly mines. The reason why the people who designed the cordon chose to lay a set of bells in this bush is because it is the strategic high ground with the widest field of fire for snipers and the most convenient for retreat and attack!

A dense forest, which was quiet and peaceful just now, with a wilderness style, immediately became the position of the two first-class snipers to face off.

A gust of mountain wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves of tens of thousands of birch trees fluttered together in the wind, making a sound of "whoa" and "whoa", and a few pieces of withered yellow leaves tumbled and fluttered from the air and gently slid down.

Between the sky and the earth, there was a sudden slaughter!

The poisoned arrow only feels bitter in the mouth, and the life and death of the sniper's duel is determined in an instant, which is compared to the sniper and anti-sniper skills of both sides, but after both sides reach a height, what is more important is their understanding of the terrain, as well as their psychological endurance and psychological state during the confrontation.

Now neither of them has fired, both sides have remained silent, sniper skills aside, since the other party can set a cordon in the best prime position for sniping, this can only show that they are already familiar with their surroundings.

The most terrifying thing is the cordon they have set up!

Poison Arrow really doesn't know how many cordons there are that the other party can do this easily, but they can perfectly integrate with the environment, and even a senior sniper like him has been deceived by his eyes. Is this the only one that just got him to set foot on, or is there two, three, or even four or five?!

Every cordon is an invisible killer, and when the poisoned arrow steps on the second cordon again, and the light sound of bullet casings comes from under his feet, the bullets of the enemy, who are also excellent snipers, are likely to shoot into his body in an instant! Just a rope made of bark fibers, and two bullet casings, left a heavy pressure on the poisoned arrow's heart, so that when he confronted a colleague, he had to devote some of his energy to carefully watch his feet.

Poison Arrow knew that as soon as the battle between the two sides began, he was pressed down by the other party in terms of momentum and psychology.

Cold sweat kept soaking out of the forehead of the poisoned arrow.

Pressure, that enemy gave him too much pressure.

Poison Arrow was a former air rifle shooter, and only after the war in Chechnya did he pick up a real weapon and go to the battlefield. He has used small-caliber sniper rifles and large-caliber anti-materiel rifles to attack gasoline canisters and lightly armored targets in Russian garrisons, and has earned the nickname "Poison Arrow" for constantly sniping Russian commanders at the grassroots level to disrupt the opponent's command system on the battlefield. It can be said that his sniper skills are all obtained from the battlefield with his own blood and life, little by little accumulation.

Poison Arrow has always been proud of his own experience, but at this moment, he suddenly understood that it was so important to combine theory and practice to receive systematic training!

A sniper who can only grope alone in the dark and occasionally exchange experiences with veterans, no matter how good his sniping skills are, there must be a vacancy that he has not touched and has not discovered, and this vacancy represents death!

The terrible feeling that had frozen in the air was the pressure that a master sniper had brought to him to truly reach the realm of perfection!

"Smack!"

Somewhere deep in the jungle, there was a sudden sound of crushing a branch, and the brow of the poisoned arrow furrowed suddenly, and then slowly stretched down.

The poisoned arrow slowly exhaled a long sullen breath, a sniper who can even make a sound in stealth, no matter what kind of training he has and how much theoretical knowledge he knows, even if he can design the most perfect cordon, he is just a beginner student! Because he ...... even the most basic sniper compulsory courses Fail!

Zhao Haiping quietly threw away the dead branch in his hand that he had broken in half, and once again used the flexible and silent movements of a snake to sneak in the dense forest.

"Remember, if someone steps on my preset cordon and doesn't shoot immediately, it can only mean one thing, the other party is a master, a real master who has survived the most tragic battlefield! It's a master that you can't beat under normal circumstances! ”

The kettle has been taken by Zhan Xia Ge to find a clean water source, and the stream full of fallen leaves and muddy is still fifty meters away from him, Zhao Haiping thought for a while, first dug a small pit in the soft soil with his hands, and then unzipped his pants, carefully pinched a certain part of his body, and quietly sprinkled his urine under his body little by little. Until all the liquid accumulated in his body was squeezed into the mud puddle little by little like squeezing toothpaste, he stretched out his hand again, and slowly stirred his urine and soil in the mud pit together, until it became a thin mud, and he smeared the slightly fishy mud on the AK rifle in his hand little by little.

"A sniper master who has absolute confidence in his sniping and stealth skills suddenly stepped on my cordon, it was definitely a heavy and unexpected blow to his self-confidence. At this time, even if he is a master of a hundred battles, he will be nervous. Because no one can completely ignore death! ”

The entire AK automatic rifle was evenly smeared with a layer of thin mud mixed with urine, Zhao Haiping grabbed the fallen leaves on the ground, pasted them one by one on his weapon, and made a simple and enough technical camouflage for the AK rifle to make most women in the world want to vomit, but absolutely practical.

"You have to find a location as soon as possible that is well concealed and can retreat quickly, and deliberately make a little noise that exposes your target."

At this time, the calm and powerful voice of the warrior song echoed repeatedly in Zhao Haiping's ears.

Fighting guerrilla warfare in the mountains and camping every night was Zhao Haiping's happiest time. Because Zhan Xia Ge will always use this time to fulfill his responsibilities as a master and teach Zhao Haiping sniping and counter-sniping skills. And that damn "South African Flying Tiger" Oransley would always sit on the sidelines and "eavesdrop", and occasionally couldn't help but interject and teach Zhao Haiping a few tricks of the experience and tactical skills he had gained from the battlefield.

"After being overly nervous, I hear the sound you make enough to expose the target, and the other party, as a senior sniper, generally does not shoot immediately when he can't lock on to the target, so you don't worry about your life."

Although it was only a short period of more than a month, under the words and deeds of the two super-first-class masters, in the guerrilla and sniper warfare in which they were outnumbered and relied on the mountains as a platform, Zhao Haiping's actual combat skills were soaring upwards every day at a speed that he did not dare to imagine.

"No matter what kind of professional master, after over-tension and muscle tension in the whole body, and then suddenly relax, there will be an inevitable sequelae, that is, a slight detachment of the whole body! In other words, he will feel weak all over his body, and at this time, maybe even he doesn't know it, his judgment, his reaction speed, and even his sniper accuracy will be affected to a certain extent! ”

When teaching Zhao Haiping this kind of anti-sniper combat skills, Zhan Xia Ge patted Zhao Haiping's shoulder and said with a smile: "At this time, with the actual combat skills you have, even if the other party is a world-class master, you are qualified to compete with him!" ”

Recalling the gentle and encouraging smile of Zhan Xia Song, Zhao Haiping's heart suddenly swelled with heat. In a certain corner, he also made a set of the same cordon as the war song, although in his eyes, the cordon he made was almost no different from the war song, even if he didn't learn this technique ten percent, he also seemed to have a nine, but ask Oransley to test, Oransley can always tell the difference between the two of them at a glance The difference in the cordon designed by the two of them.

"The biggest difference between the cordon we designed and the mine is that every step I preset fully considered the psychological state of the other party, leading him step by step into the final dead end, and integrating the two factors of 'time' and 'location', and you are still in the stage of ambush for the sake of ambush. One day, when you really understand 'fusion' and 'rhythm', you can actually design a cordon and mine that is exactly like mine. At that point, the mines you planted can be given a more lethal name...... Thunder! ”

Zhao Haiping asked sincerely, "Then may I ask Master, how can I understand 'fusion' and 'rhythm'?" ”

"Music!"

The Song of War replied, "The reason why music is a pleasant sound, and not like the noise you make when you take a gong and struck it, is because there are different rhythms and syllables in the music. All things in heaven and earth have their own unique rhythms, for example, the sound above our heads now, you only need to hear it to understand that it is the mountain wind that sweeps through the treetops; Even if you hear the sound of the water flowing in the stream from a distance of a few hundred meters, you immediately know that there is a water source, which is the rhythm of the stream. If the thunder you designed is integrated into this rhythm and blends with heaven and earth, it will have an invisible camouflage and protection, so that creatures can't help but ignore it. Remember, the best Thunderbolt and Cordon design, its efficacy and ultimate goal, is to make the target completely ignore it! ”

Oransley, who had been standing aside and listening attentively, suddenly added, "Zhao Haiping, this set of things that the Battle Hero Song said requires a high level of artistic accomplishment, and it takes a considerable amount of time to master slowly, but I can teach you a trick that is most in line with your current state." ”

Speaking of actual combat experience, "South African Flying Tiger" Oransley is definitely the richest among them, and what he is embarrassed to take out must be the most precious knowledge exchanged for blood and life on the battlefield!

"After encountering a real sniper master, and the warrior song is not by your side, just leaving a cordon, and just letting the enemy step on it, you'd better make a few cordons on the ground as well! You don't have to deliberately express anything, just maximize the skills you have now, if the other party can't even detect the cordon you designed, you don't need to talk nonsense at all, just find a way to kill him with one shot. If the other party finds out about your cordon, you don't need to say anything, he will also understand that in front of him, in addition to a sniper who is no longer too tender, there is a real super master! ”

Oransley rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "You Chinese, don't you have an idiom called fox fake tiger might?" Don't underestimate the effect of this move, your cordon will not play a real role, but it can make the enemy who has already relaxed suddenly tense up again. The heart is stimulated and relaxed one after another, and the kid can't do it if he doesn't want to get weak in his legs! If he had been short of breath in a sniper duel, and suddenly he was a little irritable and irritable, even the Virgin Mary would not have been able to save him. ”

Poison Arrow didn't know at all, he seemed to be just fighting with Zhao Haiping alone, a duel between snipers, in fact, he was fighting with Zhao Haiping + Zhan Xia Ge's tactical guidance + Zhan Xia Ge's preset warning line + Oransley Fox's fake tiger tactics and shamelessness, such a peculiar complex was fighting!

Sure enough, the poison arrow saw Zhao Haiping's design at a glance, and the pupils of his eyes quickly contracted as a cordon that was not very rough. With the extraordinary eyesight of the poisoned arrow, of course, it can be seen that these two image cordons are definitely from the handwriting of two people.

Another [***] man is also a sniper, a master jungle sniper!

A few cold sweats oozed from his forehead, which had been dried by the poisoned arrow, and he quickly glanced around, the dense forest was quiet, and there was no sound of branches crushing. In this gloomy green that could swallow everything, it was as if there was a second eye, staring at him coldly, and the rifle in his hand had been following him closely, but it had not fired.

A gust of mountain wind swept through the treetops, and faintly carried the sound of self-defense pistol fire in the dense forest a few hundred meters away.

A sense of hope suddenly surged in Poison Arrow's heart, and he whispered in his heart, "Assassin, are you fighting that sniper master?" I think he is a sniper master who is proficient in jungle warfare, but he can still be defeated by you who grew up in the mountains and dense forests, has beast-like instincts, and has extraordinary assassination skills, right?! ”

Across a row of birch trees, the Warrior Song and the Assassin flew through the dense forest with two tracks that were almost two lines.

The assassin was like a cheetah, his body was full of unpredictable explosive power, and the sudden acceleration in an impossible state made the hero make the hero make mistakes again and again. What's even more terrifying is that this warrior who looks more like a beast, he also has more agile movements than an ape, he rolls and rolls, as long as he grabs the tree in mid-air, he can easily shake his body in any direction in a semi-circular arc.

Zhan Xia Ge's face was as cold as iron, he had already discovered that this time his opponent was more familiar with the jungle than him, and more suitable than him to fight in the dense forests and hills, in this environment, the tree was his friend, the grass was his friend, the vine grass that seemed impossible to bear a person's weight was his friend, and even the large dead leaves on the ground were his friends.

For the first time, Zhan Xia Ge discovered that his pistol shooting skills, which were accurate to 98% of the hit rate, were not fucking effective! The other party is simply a ghost that he can't lock at all, and what makes Zhan Xia Ge so uncomfortable that he almost vomits blood is that this enemy seems to have a strange thing on his body, so that he can perfectly integrate with this mountain and this forest, obviously the enemy is in front of him, but when shooting, Zhan Xia Ge can't recover his original confidence in facing the enemy because of the influence of his psychological state, and he can't recover the smoothness and pleasure of killing with one hit.

This is a feeling that can only be understood but not spoken, this is a special operations master who has begun to understand the rhythm and has been able to integrate into the environment, in a specific environment, when encountering natural enemies, the terrible feeling!

Zhan Xia Ge could only bend over and run with all his might, and he kept shooting the bullets out of the pistol, because he knew that once he let an enemy who was clearly in front of him, it would be difficult for him to lock on to the target disappeared from his sight, and he and Zhao Haiping would become the target of this terrible enemy before they walked out of this jungle. Zhan Xia Ge would never dare to gamble on his luck of being assassinated again, and he didn't dare to imagine that if Zhao Haiping was assassinated by such a master, how many chances would he have to pick up a life!

The warrior ran as hard as he could, and the heavy Marines leather boots stepped on the wet ground of the dense forest, stepping on the muddy waves that splashed backwards, and with his long and rhythmic breathing again and again, the heart in his chest was beating vigorously, continuously delivering a large amount of oxygen to every cell in his body, injecting new power into his muscles full of explosive power again and again!

At the same time, the warrior song kept rolling on the ground, making various military evasion moves, and kept dodging when the body ran at its peak and seemed to have no more energy to spare!

The assassin carried a needle bag on his chest, and the special forces special steel needles continued to fly out of his hands, these steel needles about fifteen centimeters long, narrow and sharp, Zhan Xia Ge swept slightly with the corner of his eye, his pupils instantly contracted suddenly, and the steel needle shot behind him actually sank into the hard birch trunk for a full three inches!

The two men were like two full-powered formula cars, running wildly on a race track that was never fit for racing, bullets and special forces steel pins flying in the air, mixed with grenades thrown by Warrior Song and bombs dropped by assassins. Clouds of gunpowder smoke were quickly left behind them, and what was thrown out was the hot sweat that kept pouring out of their bodies, and the little blood oozing out of their shrapnel-scratched skin!

Suddenly, the assassin jumped up violently, hugging himself in the air, and with the help of the astonishing habit he brought out when he sprinted with all his strength, he turned out a 720-degree rotation in a row, just when Zhan Xia Ge subconsciously raised his pistol and calculated in his heart that the kinetic energy and potential energy of the assassin's body reached the balance point, and the inevitable air stasis was at a fraction of a second, the assassin's body stretched in the air, and he actually reached out and grabbed a branch that was horizontal in mid-air.

The Assassin used this branch as the axis to perform a beautiful and impeccable giant maneuver, and what flew out was a dart that flashed in the air.

Probably because the body fired this dart in the whirlwind, the assassin's dart was extremely poor, and Zhan Xia Ge judged at a glance that the dart's straight flight track marks were at least one or two meters away from him, and he raised his gun to continue shooting at the assassin without care.

But the dart suddenly drew a beautiful creepy arc in the air, and slammed into the warrior song, the quadrangular sharp dart body rotated at high speed in the air, bringing out a terrible light roar, in the face of this absolutely unexpected blow, the warrior song only had time to deflect his body, and in the blood splash, the weapon with an absolutely striking resemblance to the ninja dart, it whirled and screamed, burrowing into the right shoulder of the warrior song.

Zhan Xia Ge's body trembled violently, and the blood that had boiled in his body and was almost burning finally found a cathartic point, and it shot out from his body two or three meters away, and at the same time, there was an irrepressible feeling of paralysis in his right shoulder, and the five fingers of Zhan Xia Ge's right hand were weak for a while, and his self-defense pistol was thrown to the ground.

This dart is poisonous!

Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his left hand to wipe away the blood flowing from his lips, and while continuing to run wildly, he straightened his neck and scolded: "Dog!" you nurse! ”

(To be continued)