Hearing this crisp gunshot, Qi Lin reacted immediately, this is the "Mosin-Nagant" rifle developed by Russia in the late 1880s.

This old bolt-action rifle was outrageously accurate, and for this reason many snipers of that era preferred this rifle.

Like the "White Grim Reaper" Simon Heyer, who sniped 705 Soviet soldiers in the Soviet-Finnish war, and Vasily, the ace sniper in a famous old movie "Soldiers in the City", all use this "Mosin-Nagant" rifle.

But in any case, the "Mosin-Nagant" is just an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle, and even if there are a number of shooters, it is impossible to complete a complete set of actions of pulling the bolt, unshelling, loading, aiming for the second time, and then pulling the trigger in a second, Qi Lin immediately bounced off the ground, and then quickly flashed to the back of the truck.

"There are no heavy weapons...... No heavy weapons ......"

Qi Lin silently thought in his heart, if the other party carried a heavy weapon such as an RPG bazooka, as long as he gave him a shot now, then even if Qi Lin did not die, most of them would be seriously injured and lose their combat effectiveness.

Ten seconds passed, and the expected rocket did not come, Qi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly turned on the "primary dynamic camouflage", only to see a strange refraction of the light around Qi Lin's body, and his whole person slowly disappeared into the twilight.

Although along with the movement of the limbs, the surrounding light will have some abnormal fluctuations and distortions from time to time, but now that the night has fallen, according to the interval between bullets and gunshots, the distance between the sniper and himself is definitely more than five hundred meters, this flaw, should not be discovered by the other party.

With this thought in mind, Qi Lin secretly moved out

“！”

A hot and sharp pain came from his shoulder, Qi Lin hurriedly retreated to the back of the truck, and when he turned his head, he saw that the camouflage cloak on his shoulder had been torn by bullets, and there was also an obvious white mark on the shoulder armor of the Polar Ice Python Battle Armor.

"It's fine, it's just that the skin is bruised...... However, it looks like there's a thermal imager on the other side......"

Qi Lin muttered to himself, when fighting at night, those with a thermal imager and those without a thermal imager are two completely different opponents, the latter, Qi Lin can easily camouflage his tracks, go around the opponent's flank to attack and kill or directly snipe with the opponent, it is really not good, there is no problem to escape, and if the other party has a thermal imager, now hiding behind the truck, in the opponent's field of vision, there is a large piece of extremely conspicuous highlight color, and every move will be seen clearly.

"Trouble ......"

Qi Lin didn't use the Gauss sniper rifle, the weapon was too bulky and had only one shot, and it was not suitable for a duel with a sniper, so he took the newly arrived Dragunov from his back.

Fortunately, the optical sight and ballistics had been adjusted before, which gave Qi Lin a lot of confidence, and he took out ten special bullets of 7.62 mm caliber specially wrapped in paraffin wax from his backpack, and filled them into the magazine one by one.

Although the accuracy cannot be compared with the "Mosin-Nagant" in the opponent's hand, Dragunov is better in terms of rate of fire, and the opponent's time to fire one shot is enough for Qi Lin to shoot half of the bullets in the magazine.

After loading the bullets, Qi Lin took out a Molotov cocktail from his backpack, lit it with a lighter, and then quickly threw it into an open space in front of the truck.

The incendiary flask smashed on the ground and shattered instantly, and the flammable liquid inside flowed up at once, raising a fire curtain nearly one meter high, and Qi Lin also rushed out at the same time and ran behind the fire curtain

"There it is!"

Qi Lin looked up in the direction where the bullet came, and saw a recess on the small hillside flashing a reflection unique to optical sights, and immediately raised Dragunov in his hand and continuously pulled the trigger on that place!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Compared with the crisp gunfire of "Mosin-Nagant", the gunfire of the SVD is more dull and heavy, but the frequency is higher, Qi Lin fired three shots in a row at the depression of the hillside, it stands to reason that at least one of these three shots will hit the sniper, but the system does not have a single prompt to hit the target, at this time, the uneasiness in Qi Lin's heart has risen to the peak.

“！”

The crisp gunshot rang out again, Qi Lin only felt as if someone had punched him hard in his lower abdomen, and the whole person fell backwards, but at this moment, the corner of his eye swept the flash of the second optical sight, which was in a messy grass thirty meters below the depression.

"False target!"

Qi Lin fell heavily to the ground, he endured the pain, and in the second shot of the opponent, he rolled hard and rolled back to the back of the truck.

That one in the hollow of the hillside is a fake target!

"Damn it!" Qi Lin gritted his teeth, forcibly prevented his hands from trembling because of the severe pain, and untied the battle armor located in his abdomen, only to see a deep blood hole appear on the edge of the navel, fortunately, with the protection of the Extreme Ice Python Battle Armor, the damage of the bullet was weakened by a large part.

Taking out the dagger, Qi Lin neatly cut the skin near the gun's eye, and with a single pick, a metal bullet was picked out of the wound, however, at this time, Qi Lin found that the flesh and blood at the wound were stained with an abnormal black and brown color, as if it was completely necrotic, and the healing was very slow.

"Quenched poison on the warhead?"

Qi Lin chuckled in his heart, and immediately picked up the warhead on the ground, he noticed that on the edge of the warhead, there was a circle of small grooves carved out with a knife, and in the grooves, in addition to his own blood, there was also a layer of pale yellow substance attached.

What kind of poison is this?

Qi Lin looked at the hint of the eye brain, but it only said that his wound was infected by "some kind of biotoxin", and the healing rate decreased by 90%, and he didn't say anything else. He immediately felt the condition of his body, and it seemed that there was no more effect than the wound that was difficult to heal.

"It's okay...... Not a lethal toxin. ”

Qi Lin took a deep breath, quickly cut off the toxin-infected flesh at the wound with a dagger, then sprinkled a large amount of hemostatic agent, and finally tore off a few strips of cloth from his sleeve and bandaged the wound hastily.

After doing all this, Qi Lin leaned on the tires of the truck as if he was weak, sweating profusely.

Now he has fallen into a complete disadvantage, judging from the arrangement of false targets, the other party is obviously a seasoned sniper, such a sniper will definitely not stay in that grass anymore, and Qi Lin is injured in the abdomen, and the flexibility and speed of his body have also been greatly affected.

Moreover, in addition to this, there was an even worse situationQi Lin looked up at the rearview mirror of the truck, and from the rearview mirror, he could see that more than a dozen Templars in white uniforms had emerged from behind the small hill one after another, and were approaching him in a semi-encircled formation......