And in this snowy night, Ding Yi finally waited for an opportunity, perhaps not an opportunity.

In fact, there is no perfect thing in the world, for example, the night before yesterday, he told Sù Alecchi that he wanted to go back to the Duyin tribe, so as not to think that he had fled back, which would be unfavorable to the old and weak who remained in the tribe, but in fact he did not go back, but spent the night in the tent on the side, as long as Alecchi asked a question, he would know something, of course, Ding Yi prepared an answer to respond, but as long as these things are suspicious, any answer is meaningless; Another example is that Alecchi is just a ten-captain, he said that Ding Yi could stay in his tent, but he also had to talk to the centurion, but he was called over by Yexian and joined the search team, so he forgot about it, and the centurion didn't know that Ding Yi was a new inlet, although he came over in the past two days to watch Ding Yi wrestle with others, but asked who it was? The people on the side replied: "The people under the Alechi gangster, that is, your people, are amazing, there is an Alecchi, and there is a Zalanda!" ”

Then the centurion rejoiced, what general does not like to have soldiers under him who can fight and charge? In addition, Alecchi was transferred from the side first, and it was impossible for the centurion to run specifically to ask this mouth—many people on the side said that it was his subordinate. The centurion had asked, but the centurion had already replied for Ding: "My men belong to the gang of the Alechi gang." ”

These things, once Alecchi comes back and says the last sentence, Ding Yi will have to deal with them one by one.

Therefore, Ding Yi decided to do it, and when he found this opportunity that was not considered an opportunity, the situation could not allow him to wait.

"Kill that middle-aged man." Ding Yi was in this night. Carrying a heavy sniper rifle, he woke up Zhang Mao and tied the handguard with strips of cloth. The rifle that was not stained in the cold winter was untied and handed to Zhang Mao, who wanted to take out the matching scope from the gun case, but was stopped by Ding Yi, because of the current process, it was still impossible to divide the scale in the scope, although it was compared to when Ding Junyue rescued Shi Pu. The completely blank scope has four more thick lines that do not intersect in the center, which are not really thick, but after the scope is divided. It's many times bigger, "About one hundred and thirty meters, don't use a scope to be more accurate, if you can't do it, I'll come." Zhang Mao shook his head. Ding Yi once again shook his confidence with his words. "You don't get a second shot, you only have one chance, just one."

Zhang Mao nodded, firmly leaned his face against the cheek plate, and with the three-point phosphorescence of the gap in the front sight as a reference, he aimed at the target one hundred and thirty meters away, and Ding Yi on the side whispered: "At this distance, with the current wind speed." Don't think about fixing. Zhang Mao did not answer, as a sniper. He was looking for the moment when he was unconsciously fired, he adjusted his breathing, and looked at the richly dressed middle-aged man in the distance, who was surrounded by many guards and rode a tall horse.

This shot was his first sniper in the true sense. If he had just come out of the customs, most of the time he would have chosen to hand over the pressure of this sniper to Ding Yi and to his all-powerful husband. But today, he won't do that. Because of the tempering along the way, the British duke, who can only succeed in the training ground, has become a qualified soldier.

He lacks courage and guts, and the archery skills that were counted by the Mongolian elite have made him feel a sense of responsibility, he is a sniper, maybe everything else, unsatisfactory is forgivable, but he must be a good sniper, a good sniper, he has to hit the target, not give the pressure to Mr.

Ding Yi has given him enough that this is the moment when he should experience his own worth.

Suddenly, Zhang Mao felt that this shot was bound to hit, I don't know why, anyway, he felt that this was a shot that must be hit, maybe it was the so-called sixth sense of the battlefield, so he chose a way to remember this shot, and he shook the muzzle up a little bit.

The fire of the muzzle, like the tongue of a demon from hell, was brilliant and bright, thick and long, and then a sharp gunshot rang out, and a snow-white felt cloth covered Zhang Mao and his rifle at once, it was not a piece of cloth, but the umbrella surface of a large open umbrella, the handle of the umbrella had sharp iron thorns, and Ding Yi stabbed hard into the gap between the rocks on the side. Zhang Mao couldn't see what was going on outside, only heard a crazy shout. Ding Yi tore off the strip of cloth that was originally spread on the rocks on the side, and the slush sprinkled on the umbrella surface, mixed with the mountain and stone: "Plan C." Only said this to him outside the umbrella, and Ding Yi quickly ran out along the edge of the carved ditch.

In this era, there is no such big killer as a searchlight, in the light snow, in the dim night, Ding Yi is like a vigorous cheetah, undulating against the edge of the carved ditch, and has run out of a distance of dozens of meters in a few breaths, two sentries listened to the gunshots, stood up from the brazier, just drew the scimitar, Ding Yi has run out of the dark edge, at the moment when they raised the knife, the two tactical straight knives held in both hands have pierced their throats.

Then Ding Yi continued to gallop forward, and more than a dozen arrows chased his brazier in the light, but when they fell, they could only be nailed to the clearing with nothing. That's why Ding Yi wants to use Plan C, Zhang Mao can't keep up with his actions at all, except for Hu Shan and Zhu Dong, it's hard to have anyone who can cooperate with him when Ding Yi is at full strength, which requires not only physical elements, but also tactical elements and awareness, even in combat, because of the current physical conditions, Chen San and Du Ziteng, who are stronger than Ding Yi.

In special operations and armed reconnaissance, it has never been about being able to fight in a multi-functional manner. It's Tan Feng's rigid guy who should be the best candidate, although the old-fashioned fundamentalist is almost useless except for being an excellent scout, but he can't be denied that he is a good scout. But Tan Feng was not here, so Ding Yi could only act alone.

The elite guarding the tent of Yexian, because of the sharp and terrible gunfire, and the noise of people tumbling over horses, soon showed that they were indeed worthy of the name of the elite of Warat—about a dozen tents had a camp roar, they were not in one place, but divided into three, but almost in the effort of half a burnt incense, the camp roar subsided.

Because the tents where the roar took place were either flattened by galloping horses or covered with a rain of arrows, there would be no roar from the dead.

Don't think it's cruel, and don't think it's inhumane.

If the camp can be calmed down in this way, it is likely that in this era, no matter which country is inside or outside the Guan, any general or supervisor will be willing to do so. Because the howl of the camp is that it spreads through the barracks like a plague, and then turns the entire army into a monster that has lost its mind, and will not be revived until dawn. And in this process, not only is the whole army broken, and a quarter of the people who are trampled and killed by each other, etc., generally there is no accident, and even if they wake up after dawn, there will be many deserters, because no one wants to be responsible for the death of those who died during the night, whether in military discipline or moral.

Those who died in the roar of the battalion, those who fled after dawn, and those who were wounded, often had less than a third of the strength of an army, and their morale was so low that they collapsed at the slightest touch. Although Ding Yi's shot was hit, because of the elite of these military horses, it did not achieve the greatest effect of Yingxiao.

Then the guards of those who had been shot did not dare to make any more noise, for the army of Warat, which had been assembled beside the big tent, numbered about five hundred, with numerous torches and at least two hundred bows aimed at them. And immediately a sentry came to report: "Just now a figure went north, and a dozen people saw it, and they all opened their bows, but they did not shoot the man, and two people died." ”

The first to come out was Boyan Timur, who glanced at the dead middle-aged man and turned his head to look at the guards who were trembling under the bow and arrows: "Your master? Those guards nodded bitterly, the reason why Boyan Timur wanted to ask such a question was because that shot exploded the target's entire head, and Boyan Timur really couldn't distinguish the identity of the deceased from the remaining half of the complete jaw.

He raised his hand and ordered two teams of 100 horsemen, pointing outward, but he asked them to block the carving ditch, so as not to cause a riot, other military horses, especially the military horses recruited by various tribes, but there is no elite of these Wara standing army, once the camp roars, it will be extremely troublesome, so the two teams of 100 horsemen, one is the usual patrol military horses to block the carving ditch, and the other is not to let the military horses that are startled at night spread out.

Then he pointed out another team of hundred horsemen and taught them to inform the various tribes, at this time there was nothing to do, only thunder, not to disturb.

The arrangement was stopped, and Boyan Timur said to his opponent: "Ten teams of Yunduchi, immediately dispatch." "Boyan Timur was extremely decisive in his order, and he thought that such things were definitely done by the supernatural Rakshasa Apoy. The so-called ten teams of Yunduchi are the elite of the ten teams specially drawn to hunt for Ding Yi, and the masters of the masters. From this, I also want to call the Khan first, which is also evident, otherwise I would not have taught these ten teams to be Yundu Chi.

Because Yundu Chi is the cowardly Xue with a knife to wait for the guard, the cowardly Xue is the Mongolian emperor's personal guard, the so-called "cowardly Xue, still say that the guard is also straight." All the guards are ...... every three days", if they didn't want to call Khan, how could they order these ten teams to be Yunduchi?

It's just that at this moment, the ten teams of warriors obeyed the order, followed the guidance of the sentry guards, and drove their horses straight out. Not to mention that it is a person to be captured, even if it is a fierce tiger, these ten clouds are red, which team can't give birth to cracked tigers and leopards? He is the Sigu Sutai and the Uluhemergen of the Kolbi tribe, and he is the top hero on the steppe!

Ding Yi, who can't shoot, can't run faster than a galloping horse, and what he will face is such a team of ten Yun Duchi. (To be continued......)