After a wave of bombardment, there were basically no living people near this position.

The Germans took the opportunity to attack here, but the British were not slow to react, and a large number of soldiers immediately arrived here and launched a fierce counterattack relying on the mutilated positions. Later, a group of sappers arrived, with shovels and other tools in hand, and began to repair the trenches and positions that had been blown up.

A few minutes later, the British artillery fire also landed not far from this position, and the charging German soldiers were caught off guard and sent directly into hell by rows of shells, and even worse people were even in a burst of firelight, and even the corpses could not be seen.

At this time, Yang Hao couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, and even his sense of touch dropped to the lowest point.

A series of bombs bombed Yang Hao directly. The strong and overlapping shock wave directly attacked Yang Hao through the land, and he didn't die, it was already fate.

Yang Hao in the chaos felt that someone was slapping his face. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a soldier next to him, patting him on the cheek and shouting something into the distance.

After a while, a medical soldier rushed over, took a look at Yang Hao's condition, and immediately took out a needle, inhaled some potion, and injected it into Yang Hao's arm.

After a few minutes, Yang Hao felt that his body was slowly recovering, and the lost sense of hearing and touch was returning to his body little by little.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. What kind of potion is this? The effect is strong and the onset of action is fast. Is this really a World War II potion?

If you have the chance, be sure to get this potion, this potion can be life-saving when it matters most.

The two soldiers stretched out their hands and wanted to set Yang Hao up, but at this time, Yang Hao had already recovered some strength, pushed the two people away slightly, picked up his guns and ran out of the foxhole, and entered the trench again.

Leaning against the wall of the trench, Yang Hao checked his gun.

It looked like the gun was stronger than its own, and there were no scars left on the gun. Yang Hao popped up. Aiming at a person, a shot was fired. Hidden again.

The aim was not off, and the sniper scope was not broken. Luckily, if the gun breaks, you want to kill the pointer. It's even more difficult.

The British camp had only one sniper of their own. Naturally, there is only one corresponding sniper rifle. Lost the gun. Yang Hao no longer has a firearm that can be used for precision sniping.

The head is still a little groggy, and the negative impact of the bombing on Yang Hao has not completely passed, but the five senses and physical condition are almost recovering. Yang Hao didn't continue to stay here and walked in the direction he had predetermined.

I hid in that place for more than an hour, and I couldn't find the location of the pointer at all. Yang Hao was thinking, is the other party in another place that he can't see?

And he stayed in that place long enough, and he was okay for so long, it didn't mean that he would be okay in the future, and he had to avoid artillery attacks, so Yang Hao decided to transfer.

It was this decision that saved Yang Hao's life, because that place over there also belonged to the bombing coverage area. If you look back, you can see that the place where you hid has become a big pit, and if you still stay there, it is estimated that you may not even be able to find the body now.

Yang Hao, who was running, did not come out again. The more times he shoots, the greater the possibility of being exposed, Yang Hao has to be careful, or the gun in the pointer's hand.

"Click!"

Suddenly, Yang Hao heard that particular gunshot again. Yang Hao immediately stopped advancing, squatted in place, and watched left and right.

Although Yang Hao is not familiar with the gunfire of 98K, he also knows that the gunfire of this gun is very loud and frizzy, which is very different from other guns, and compared with the sound of machine guns or shells, the sound difference is even more obvious. That rough gunshot, Yang Hao heard it for the second time, and according to the habit of fighting before the pointer, the interval of the gunfire was also in line with his character. According to these judgments, Yang Hao determined that there was a ninety percent chance that this gun was fired by the pointer.

He may have encountered some difficulties, so he had to release this shot, but this shot also brought Yang Hao a certain hint.

According to the direction in which the voice came from in his memory, Yang Hao looked left and right, and finally his eyes stayed on the right side of the position.

Although the chaotic battlefield more or less interfered with Yang Hao, and it was impossible to judge the distance based on the gunshot, the general direction of the gunfire was determined by Yang Hao.

It seems that the direction in which he is going is right, and the pointer is in that direction. Confirming this, Yang Hao ran over there even faster.

Arriving at the right flank of the position, Yang Hao raised his head and observed.

He needed to find a relatively safe place, otherwise he would have to spend more energy on the opposite machine gun fire in the process of finding the pointer.

In the middle of the night, he found a side pit of a trench, which belonged to the center of the trench communication path, dug a pit for solo shooting, and in the pit there were also a few sandbags, such sandbags were enough to block fire attacks in most places.

Yang Hao put down the gun, lifted the sandbag and put it on the top of the tunnel, leaving a gap in the middle, then Yang Hao picked up the gun, stretched out the muzzle, put his eyes on the back of the sniper scope, and scanned the German position on the opposite side.

A crowd of people, Yang Hao looked at it for a long time before he could confirm whether the person he was aiming at was his target. After aiming for a while, Yang Hao couldn't help but put away the gun, sat down against the wall of the tunnel, and closed his eyes.

The impact of the bombing on Yang Hao was not over, and the long-term aiming began to dazzle Yang Hao, and he had to squat down to recover temporarily.

"Boom!"

An explosion sounded not far away again, and it seemed that it was in the passage of the trench, and a large piece of shrapnel rushed in front of Yang Hao with dirt, mixed with a screaming soldier who was blown away in front of Yang Hao.

This explosion directly blew Yang Hao's tinnitus, but because he was in a side pit, the explosion did not directly hurt him.

However, due to the loud sound and the effect of the shock wave, Yang Hao's discomfort was even stronger.

The surrounding gunshots began to sound in Yang Hao's ears, as if his own ears were attached to the water and listened to the sound.

Yang Hao felt that this feeling was terrible, a feeling that his voice was half-clear made him extremely irritable, and he also felt like vomiting.

Sweeping away the dust in the surrounding air, Yang Hao couldn't help coughing twice, and patted his head vigorously, wanting to pat these anomalies away from his brain.

This time, he didn't dare to take the lead. In this state, there is absolutely no pointer, and it will be even more troublesome if he targets him, so Yang Hao decided to shrink here and take a break for a while.

The surrounding artillery fire and gunfire still filled Yang Hao's surroundings, and the sandbags on it also made a dull sound of being hit by bullets from time to time.

Gradually, the voice in Yang Hao's ears began to return to normal, and Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it is not a permanent impact, as long as it can be restored, then everything else is easy to say.

The battle in the position seemed to be getting more and more intense, and a large number of reinforcements came from the rear, and some of the soldiers who had been at the forefront for a long time were already exhausted, and were replaced by these new forces, and retreated to the second line to rest with their own troops.

These new forces seemed to have concentrated all their anger and energy on this moment, so their morale began to rise, and the front that was about to be breached suddenly pulled back the disadvantage, and there was even a sense of counterattack in it.

Looking at these soldiers who were in a state of vigorous energy, Yang Hao was also infected by them, and his morale gradually returned. He gripped the sniper rifle tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, stood up again, and stretched out the muzzle.

As soon as he stood up, a bullet flew out grazing Yang Hao's helmet. Yang Hao could even hear the sound of a bullet grazing the steel helmet. However, Yang Hao didn't pay attention to these.

If you don't die, it means that the bullet didn't hit you, so you don't need to be afraid of the bullet.

His state of mind did not waver with the bullet, and his eyes were pressed behind the sniper scope, and he searched again.

This time, Lady Luck seems to be on Yang Hao's side.

Because when he was scanning the entire German front, he suddenly saw a glimmer of light in one of the other side's foxholes.

This bright light disappeared in a flash, but it was very bright, as if a knife of light went straight into Yang Hao's eyes.

Yang Hao's sniper scope immediately stopped there.

As a sniper, he is more familiar with this kind of light than anyone else, and on such a battlefield, there is almost a nine-in-a-nine probability that it is the light that appears from the reflection of the sniper scope.

Although the sky was full of black gunsmoke, the sun above his head still passed through the barrier of gunsmoke, bringing Yang Hao a hint.

All his energy was concentrated there, and Yang Hao really found a person lying in the foxhole, only half of his head exposed, scanning there with a gun.

Unlike the other soldiers, this soldier did not fire a single shot under Yang Hao's observation. At this point, Yang Hao can basically be sure that this is the goal he is looking for.

At a distance of about four hundred meters, Yang Hao completed the shooting correction in an instant, and the aiming line slowly moved to the place where he needed to aim.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, a bullet flew out from the muzzle of the Mosinagan rifle in Yang Hao's hand. Almost the next second, the soldier's head tilted up, and he lay on the mound next to the foxhole. (To be continued......)