Against a grey background, everything seems blurry and unreal. Eric knew that it wasn't his own eye's fault. So, when Eric adjusted the brightness slightly, the image in the scope was clear and bright again.

Eric let out a sigh of relief, intently watching, and observing.

In the distance, undulating hills stretch into the sky, large and small rocks are scattered in a disorderly manner among the dense forests, and small streams are like a belt circling between the hills, this complex terrain is the perfect place for hunting and sniping.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed, and in an instant, it disappeared into a pile of rubble.

Eric is excited, and the target has been found. Eric shrugged his shoulders lightly and grinned, a confident smile blooming from the corners of his lips.

"Hey, man, you've made a mistake."

In that moment, Eric had identified his opponent's position, the gray-brown rock. Yes, he must have been hiding behind that slippery rock.

"You can't run away, baby. No one can escape the palm of my hand," Eric cried out eagerly in his heart, "Come, my new prey, do you know that I have been waiting for you?" ”

As if in response to Eric's silent call, a black dot popped out from behind the boulder.

Slowly, with extreme care, Eric lifted the sniper rifle he had never left and protruded its dark barrel out of the bushes. The gun was carefully camouflaged, with strips of military field camouflage cloth of various lengths wrapped around it, which looked like a dead tree trunk covered with dead vines and leaves. Despite its ugly appearance, it is one of the most advanced and accurate sniper rifles in the world today. The German-made "Hunter" 7.62mm semi-automatic sniper rifle. With an effective range of 800 meters and superior tactical performance, it is Eric's favorite.

Eric opens the folding butt. The biggest advantage of using this gun in the jungle is that its butt can be folded up, which shortens the length of the gun and makes it much easier to carry. Reduced the tethering of branches, which also increases their flexibility and increases the coefficient of survival on the battlefield. After all, no one wants to play with their lives......

Eric held his gun in a standard kneeling position, holding the hardwood butt firmly against his shoulder. Keeps the cheeks extremely comfortably against the adjustable cheek plate, gently relaxes the ape arm and grips the handle in the right hand. The index finger is pulled into the trigger ring retainer. Eric's hand was unusually steady, and the 6.4kg rifle with a heavy barrel did not wobble in Eric's hand.

This is Eric's tenth prey, and he has long since lost the anxiety and heartbeat of his first sniper.

Hold your breath and rest your eyes on the 6x scope. Eric begins to measure the distance between the target and Eric, the wind speed, the speed at which the target is moving, and other parameters to make corresponding ballistic corrections.

The scope is already firmly attached to the target's head. The crossover of the reticle is between the opponent's eyes...... Eric looked forward to savoring the excitement, excitement, and relief that the moment of the bullet shot brought to Eric.

Everything seemed to be repeating itself, and in a trance, it was like returning to the terrible nightmare half a month ago, waking up like a dream, and the finger was gently pulled on the trigger, firing the ———

"Bang——, Eric's heart shuddered, and the gunfire suddenly rang out, cutting through the silence of the forest. Countless birds soared into the sky.

Eric crouched silently on the cold, damp, leafy woodland, listening intently. The sound of gunfire was clear and crisp. It was the unique sound of the American-made M40 sniper rifle when it was fired, unlike the sniper rifle in Eric's hand, which sounded a little muffled. With the sound of gunfire, a terrible scream abruptly stopped, and a terrifying and eerie stench filled the forest.

The gunfire slowly subsided, and the forest returned to its characteristic calm. Birds chirped on the branches, squirrels scurried from branch to branch, as if nothing had happened, only the sound of the stream and the faint smell of blood brought by the breeze.

One of Eric's comrades died.

After all, he had a psychological breakdown because he couldn't bear the mental tension and the pressure of fear. As he yelled, as he shouted and cursed, as he desperately rushed out of his hiding spot, a bullet hit him in the head accurately, leaving a small, round bullet hole between his eyes.

The bullet passed through the center of the enemy's eyebrows, and bright red blood splattered out, and Eric's excitement was at its peak......

The moment he put down the gun, Eric was a little confused. Eric couldn't tell if what was happening in front of him was an illusory, real brutal hunt. Perhaps, the two are the same. War is one of the most boring or fascinating games ever invented.

To Erik, it was no different from whistling at the beautiful girls he was in a beautiful college campus or in a café on the street.

Eric became increasingly obsessed with the race between chasing and being chased, hunting and being hunted. It's a great pleasure to watch your opponent shake at your gun with fear, and the rest becomes irrelevant.

Eric is now more eager to find the "ghost" and have a one-on-one battle with him.

Eric roams the forest like a wolf, searching for Eric's prey......

"The eighth, John, Eric, the ninth, Billy, the tenth;" Eric silently counted, "No, no, no, it's John eighth, Billy ninth, Eric tenth". Whether it was Billy ninth or Eric's ninth, Eric was confused.

Ten days ago, Eric and his teammates, who had been transferred from the German battlefield to the French battlefield, formed a small team of ten people and were ordered to carry out a mission. From there, the worst nightmare of Eric's life began. With wolf-like stamina, tenacity and ferocity, he lurks in the unfathomable jungles, watching, chasing, and hunting mercilessly. The scoundrel aimed at the heads of the German soldiers, and one by one the brothers beside Eric fell. Each of them had a small, round bullet hole left in their head, and they were killed with a single shot, cleanly. This is an absolutely decent sniper. An excellent enemy sniper. Only a sniper can have such a good marksmanship, and only a sniper can do such a professional and lethal precision......

Quiet, the surrounding deathly cold silence. From the depths of the dense forest, there were several cries of "ah, ah, ah" in the distance, which were the soul cries of "ghosts". Legendary. In every forest there is an evil "ghost", and every time a crow crows, it is a sign that a life will be ruthlessly taken away. Fear. Like a cold wave, it swept again, drowning Eric, and the shiver of the skull soaked every pore of Eric, tearing at every nerve of Eric.

This is Le Taylor. It is a rolling hilly terrain north of Le Taylor. It was a jungle with smoke mixed in the air, a jungle where gunmen hid behind trees, a graveyard shrouded in the clouds of death.

Eric was a rookie in the German Waffen-SS Skeleton Division, and before the war, he was a top student at the University of Berlin, a famous German university. It seems that yesterday, Eric was still on campus, admiring the charming faces of fashionable girls and the same charming fashions, how to start a war in the blink of an eye, and then blink an eye. Eric joined the army and went to the front. It's like a dream.

Now think about what Eric would leave to love his family. Giving up his beloved studies, leaving behind the flowery future in front of him, he came all the way to this terrible battlefield, and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to come to such a ghost place to die in vain.

It's all to blame for that damn Colonel Hawke.

Germany is a resilient country, and no matter what happens, they are always able to stand up and fight unyieldingly, both in the past and in the present. It was so resilient in the First World War, the Second World War, or even when Berlin was about to fall.

As a citizen of such a country, Eric is proud of it and cares about its future. Eric is not one of those empty and boring, idle guys, he is still a motivated, more decent, honest and honest German with a sense of hope, and full of patriotic spirit. Eric doesn't want to see his country mired in war, and Eric doesn't want to see thousands of young people in a daze to serve as cannon fodder for war, as fertilizer for the earth. Therefore, when the demise of his country was imminent, Eric naturally became a patriot and hot-blooded youth.

Later, the Erics arrived at a boot camp. It's bad there.

When you get there, the emotions are at a high point, and there will inevitably be some small mistakes, and you can imagine how hard it is to control a group of angry lions to make them obey like sheep. What's more, Eric is an active advocate who will only add fuel to the fire and will not take a salary. Eric led a group of radical students, shouting slogans that they themselves felt so uplifted that they demanded to go into battle immediately, and the scene even spiraled out of control.

Eric still remembers very clearly that just when they were about to go crazy, the big iron gate opened with a "bang", and from inside ran a team of heavily armed soldiers, all of them with murderous and vicious looks. Eric secretly scolded them for being a miscrete and left them alone, thinking to himself, this is the time to show his true heroic colors.

The soldiers flashed to both sides, and out of them came an officer who was not very tall. A soldier hurriedly stepped forward and reported: "Sir, they want to go to the battlefield now!" ”

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at Eric.

As he slowly paced off the pedestal, as if nothing too big could make him happy, he came up to Eric and asked in a gentle voice, "What do you want to do?" ”

Eric looked the man up and down. He was an old-school officer, about forty years old, with gray hair guarding his head like a line of soldiers. Dressed in the camouflage uniform of an ordinary soldier, his eyes are hollow, like a mystery hidden forever, even if he looks into your eyes, it is like looking far ahead. The whole gives people the impression that he is a big-headed soldier who has not woken up.

"You are?" Eric asked cautiously.

"Hawke, Colonel Hawke".

Eric didn't believe that this short, weak-walking guy standing in front of Eric could be some kind of bullshit colonel, and there was not a trace of an officer's majesty, decisiveness, and ability in him. Maybe. This is one of the cooks they singled out to deal with Eric and his companions. Thinking of this, Eric was reassured, and Eric was extremely solemn and solemn. Give it mouth. He listens absent-mindedly, or he doesn't listen at all. Anyway, let's let the live horse be the dead horse doctor, Eric's mouth is like a river, and the waves are endless.

He abruptly interrupted Eric's speech and asked, "Do you know that you are meeting without permission?" What kind of punishment was there to be in a disciplined German army? ”

He stared at Eric, his gloomy eyes bursting into two cold rays of light, like two sharp knives against Eric's throat. For the first time, Eric knew it. It turns out that the eyes can be so terrifying, it can make people's legs tremble.

It was from that time that Eric learned what discipline in the German army was......

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Now only Eric and Billy were left, and they were like two dried catfish, unable to jump for a few bites.

Sunlight shines through the overlapping branches. Specks of fine light are sprinkled on the dead branches and leaves of the land. How many layers of shadows of different shades were conjured. The body is full of fallen leaves, the surrounding miscellaneous trees are swaying, the color is scattered, there are rusty red new leaves, black-brown old leaves that will rot, and most of them are half-new and not old. Lying on it is as fluffy and comfortable as lying on a fermented rice cake.

It would have been comfortable if it had been for you to lie down for a while, but now Eric and Billy had been lying here motionless like two dead logs for nearly ten hours. What punishment could be more unbearable? Eric felt like he was lying on a bed of nails. Eric's limbs were numb and stiff, and his muscles were sore and swollen all over his body. During this time. Eric's people don't eat, drink, sleep, thirst, hunger, fatigue, physical pain is nothing to them, the most terrible thing is the high mental tension and oppression, Eric is on the verge of collapse.

Eric struggled to widen his eyes, and although Eric's eyelids were heavy as lead, Eric did not dare to slack off or neglect in the slightest. Perhaps ahead, near the left, in this vine-wrapped woods, lurked a ferocious, bloodthirsty wolf that would pounce at any moment, mercilessly leaving his mark on Eric's forehead—a small, round bullet hole.

Eric is going crazy. Even if you die happily, it is better than waiting here for death. Eric couldn't help but jump desperately and frantically rush into the jungle in front of him to pull out the dastardly sneak attacker and engage him head-to-face.

Like Big John, brave? No, no, that one is not brave, that is real stupidity!

Eric is suddenly worried about Billy. I remember that every time I had a drill, he was always the first to jump out, and as a friend, I never knew him better than Eric. His self-control, endurance and mental endurance have always been poor.

Eric quickly turned his head, fortunately, he was still there.

Billy curled up behind a rock not far from Eric in a strange position as a stiff beetle. He was well disguised, covered from head to toe with fallen leaves and thorny dead branches, and if it weren't for Eric's knowledge that he was hiding there, he would not have been able to spot him.

Eric was relieved.

He poked his head out from under the dead branches, his face was smeared with oil paint, Eric couldn't see his face clearly, his eyes were hollow and misty, dull and dull, he looked at Eric pitifully, like a helpless child, his eyes were full of despair.

Eric's heart sank quickly, and Eric hated that Hawke. He thought of the Colonel Hawke again......

"I'm not afraid of you." Eric challenged the Colonel's gaze and looked back at him without blinking. Although Eric was weak in his heart, he still put on a very strong posture and said, "You can't scare my Ke, because I am going to war for my country, and I am willing to die for my country!" Now our enemies are outside the city of Berlin, but what are we still staying here for? ”

"For the country?" Hawke cut off Eric's words: "For the sake of the country you should be more obedient to discipline!" ”

"But we can't do anything here!" Eric retorted solemnly, "We're here to defend our country, not to stay here all day doing some damn training!" ”

"You don't know what war is and what bloodshed and death are!" Hawke interrupted without hesitation: "I have to be here with you idiots too, I don't care what you're thinking!" ”

"And what do you care about?"

"All I care about is when you will leave me and when you will be able to become a real soldier."

"But as a soldier, I don't think it's right to stay here."

"You'll never understand that, kid." His voice suddenly lowered: "I will not watch you die, so you must stay here now until I am satisfied!" ”

God, it's really unreasonable, there is such a person, it's really hopeless. Eric angrily shouted at him, "But we don't want to waste our days here!" ”

"So you say, what's wrong with training?" He asked calmly.

"Are you asking what's wrong with training......" Eric was momentarily speechless.

In an instant, Eric could come up with thousands of reasons for being bad, but he didn't know which one to answer him with! (To be continued......)