On the Gobi Desert, Xiao Yuanchao kept going around in circles, and there was no trace of them. And every time his trajectory changes, it brings unprecedented pressure to Leng Han, who is ready to carry out long-range sniping on him.

Holding the PM sniper rifle, Leng Han felt that Xiao Yuanchao had completely discovered himself, and every time he was about to snipe, the opponent's position would change, making him have to readjust.

This is very weird, Leng Han can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with his disguise. He is the rocks in the Gobi Desert, and the rocks are him.

"Stupid." Xiao Yuanchao, who was going around in circles, scolded disdainfully.

He could clearly feel a sniper rifle pointed at him, and could see through the Assassin's disguise. Although the camouflage net is draped, although it is well lurking, it is a pity that the scope reflects a faint reflection.

There is no doubt about the stealth ability of any sniper, and the most important thing to solve is the reflection of the scope. If this problem is solved, it will be fine; If this problem is not solved well, every qiē is a problem.

The cold is not solved, and he is still facing a precision sniper. His disguise was very bad in the eyes of Xiao Yuanchao, and the poor Xiao Yuanchao quoted the words of King Shi Jun: Stupid.

can see through the care, how to kill the other party is a big problem.

Xiao Yuanchao only had two knives in his hand, and the assassin was thousands of kilometers away from him with a sniper rifle. He could only keep going in circles, using the undulating sand dunes to avoid the lock-on.

It is almost impossible to approach, that would only send yourself to the muzzle.

Looking at the poplar forest, which was barely visible in the distance, Xiao Yuanchao felt that he had made a mistake. He didn't expect that among these assassins there were also professional soldiers, and they were extremely familiar with the sandy terrain.

At this moment, it is almost impossible to run into the poplar forest. In this case, it is only a competition of endurance.

Turning down from a sand dune, Xiao Yuanchao disguised himself as fast as he could, lying quietly in the yellow sand, squinting his eyes and not moving.

With his disguise, the Assassin Leng Han lost his position in Xiao Yuanchao. The scope was full of rocky beaches and yellow sand in the Gobi, and the figures that could be seen just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The target disappeared, and the weirdness in Leng Han's heart became even stronger, followed by the weirdness. He lay there motionlessly, searching for Xiao Yuanchao's figure little by little.

It's a pity that he has never been able to find the target trace, even if he has searched every inch of yellow sand.

There is no doubt that the target can't run away, and the only possibility is to lurk.

Competing for endurance?

Leng Han showed a faint smile, he already knew what Xiao Yuanchao was thinking. If you want to compete with patience, then you can compete.

The two of them lay motionless at their respective incubation points, patiently waiting for one side to be overwhelmed.

This is the most typical duel of snipers, a contest of patience.

Usually, sniper duels are the most patient who can survive to the end. Because greater patience means stronger calmness, and tougher calmness represents the most hunter-like waiting.

One minute, ten minutes, one hour, ten hours......

The sky slowly darkened, and the strong wind belonging to the northwest began to blow again, making the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Under the white light scope, Leng Han squinted his eyes and continued to search the area that the scope could see.

"Huhu...... Whew......"

The wind blew in gusts, and the fine sand was blowing one after another, limiting the field of view of the white light sight. This is the weakness of the white light sight, the distance that could have been captured is shorter, and the distance will become shorter when the wind and sand are combined.

The wind blew all night and stopped again at dawn.

With the strong winds all night long, all the beach topography has taken on new changes. Some of the dunes have been shortened by the wind, some have become taller, and some have regrouped into a small dune in a flat area.

But no matter how it changes, what is reflected in front of the cold is still a dead silence of yellow sand and rocky beaches, and there is still no trace of the target.

But he can be sure that Xiao Yuanchao will never run, absolutely not!

As the sun rises, the temperature begins to rise, and the yellow sand becomes hot. This kind of hot heat is clearly transmitted to Leng Han's body, making him feel like he is lying in the stove.

It's hot, it's very hot, and the weather is exactly the same during the day and at night. His lips began to dry, but he didn't dare to lick them with his tongue because he didn't want to waste any moisture in his body.

Along with the thirst of lack of water, and the feeling of hunger came along with it, so that the cold began to endure the torment that had been expected for a long time.

The day passed, and the night came again, still howling with a strong wind.

This is the case here in the northwest, in spring and autumn, and the wind blows all day long. But it is also very strange, it is scraped at night, and it stops at dawn, and the cycle repeats, almost forever fulfilling this rule.

Another day passed, and the sand changed again, but it was still dead.

The cold is patient, silently patient.

Another day passed, and the sand changed again, and it was still dead silent.

The corners of his mouth had already cracked and the cold of the mouth was still patient, but he didn't know how long he could endure it, four full days had passed, no water had been eaten, and his head began to show dizziness.

On the fifth day, the cold was already completely dizzy. Under the attack of thirst, he lay weakly on the sand, the sniper rifle was still on the side, and his whole brain could barely think normally.

Not being able to think properly means not being able to think, not to concentrate, let alone searching for a target to snipe.

But the sand in front of him was still dead and silent, and when the sixth day came, the cold was already lying there like a dead dog, and his life was almost over.

In a trance, he felt that he was wrong, very wrong. The target had already taken advantage of the night to run without a trace, how could it be possible to compete with him here for patience?

But just as this thought arose, Leng Han clearly saw the sand bulge ten meters away from him, and the target's body stood up from the sand and walked towards him steadily step by step.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

Leng Han let out a dry laugh, and struggled to open his eyes and stare at Xiao Yuanchao who was walking towards him, watching the other party pick up the sniper rifle at hand, and clearly feel the coldness of the barrel against his head.

Xiao Yuanchao's situation was not much better, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his lips were also cracked with blood.

But he was still moving, he was awake, and he still had the strength to pick up a sniper rifle.

"You've lost." Xiao Yuanchao's voice was so dry that he could almost only hear it.

"You...... Crawling? Leng Han asked.

"Hmm." Xiao Yuanchao nodded.

"How did you crawl here?" Leng Han continued to ask.

"I'm a crawler." Xiao Yuanchao's index finger pressed lightly on the trigger.

At this moment, the cold suit is completely complete. He couldn't imagine how the other party had crawled in front of him from a kilometer away......

"You're still useful."

A heavenly-like voice came from his cold ears, and the muzzle of the gun moved from his head.

In the yellow sand of the field, Xiao Yuanchao carried a sniper rifle in his right hand, grabbed his cold ankle with his left hand, like dragging a dead dog, and dragged the other party in the direction of the poplar forest.

At this moment, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes were full of fighting spirit and confidence. He no longer vomited blood, no longer felt like his body was going to collapse at any moment, because his adrenaline production finally stopped being choppy and began to show a coherent secretion, albeit just a trace.

PS: The next chapter is updated at six o'clock in the afternoon.