There was only one chance to shoot, Mo Jian didn't want to hesitate, looking at the image presented in his eyes, looking at the three bright red circles marked, he knew that the sniper was definitely in these three circles.

Mo Jian closed his eyes, his thoughts slowed down, as if he had ignored the sound of artillery fire around him.

He needed to analyze it again.

"When the gunshots come, it is bound to be in a place where the field of vision is relatively wide and can almost encompass the entire position of the Thirteenth Company, and from the perspective of these three places, only the middle one has the best field of vision." Mo Jian muttered, the memory nerves in his brain had completely recorded that place.

"Hey." That's you. ”

Mo Jian raised the muzzle of the gun and pushed the chamber that had been idle onto a bullet representing death, if this shot did not hit, Mo Jian would be completely passive.

Mo Jian took a long breath and held it, and the vibration frequency of the rifle instantly dropped to a minimum under the addition of the exoskeleton.

The crosshair in the scope had already been set into the place that could be clearly remembered by Mo Jian in the middle red circle area of his mind.

His right hand gently pulled the trigger, and at the moment when the bullet was about to be discharged, the muzzle of the gun instantly shifted one centimeter to the right.

"Bang." Bullets come out of the chamber.

Mo Jian didn't bother to check his results, but instantly rolled towards the cover that had been prepared on the left.

Mo Jian did not have an observation instrument, and directly removed the high-magnification scope on the rifle, and through the extremely small gap in the bunker, Mo Jian could clearly see the impact point of the bullet.

Rakul looked at the company commander Lei Hu, who was still alive and kicking, through his observation equipment, and directly scolded with a sentence that Mo Jian couldn't understand that belonged to the Gama Empire.

Locked the company commander's body again, ready to kill Thunder Tiger.

Suddenly, the danger signal from the cranial nerve instantly penetrated his whole body, and the strong body control made him move half a foot from the same place to the left.

A bullet came with the wind.

Blood floated up, and the extreme flying son* pierced his left shoulder with the force that could completely penetrate the body of an elephant, leaving a bloody * in his left chest, and if he hadn't moved half a foot to the left, he had no doubt that the bullet would have pierced his skull in an instant, and he died on the spot.

Rakul stared in disbelief at the bullet-piercing wound on his left chest.

"How can there still be a sniper, haven't I already been defeated, how dare you hurt the great ghost Rakul, how dare you."

Mo Jian looked at the mound that was still no different from just now.

"Didn't hit?"

But the point of impact of the bullet should be a big crater, and if there is no abnormality, there is a ghost.

Mo Jian was right, at the last moment, he aimed at the inconspicuous mound on the left, and there was no crater, indicating that he had hit.

"Dead? No, this blind shot has less than a 1 in 10,000 chance of killing an enemy, even if you know where the enemy is. ”

Mo Jian pulled the scope out of the gap and remounted it on the rifle.

"Darkness initiated."

You Jing turned Mo Jian directly to the next bunker, which was a field of view bunker where you could only see the location of the sniper in the distance.

Rakul clutched his wound tightly, the bullet seemed to penetrate the main blood vessels in his body, and the blood flowed like water, and if the blood flowed like this, the blood in his body would run out in less than half an hour.

Rakul glanced at his backpack, which contained first-aid medicines, which he usually didn't need, and his burst of self-confidence made him disdain to use them even if there were some minor injuries to his body.

He gritted his teeth and pulled the backpack behind him with his still intact right arm under the cover of camouflage equipment, and the strong force instantly stirred up a burst of dust.

He took out a 10-centimeter-long turquoise tube, bit down the wooden stopper above the tube with his teeth, and poured the whole bottle of green solution directly into the hideous hole.

A shuddering sound sounded, and a puff of milky white smoke rose up as if a chemical reaction on the puff of the turquoise liquid touching the wound.

A miraculous phenomenon occurred, the skin burned by the high temperature of the bullet slowly fell off under the milky white smoke that slowly rose, and the bubbling blood actually stopped.

The flesh squirmed, the flesh-red granulations appeared, and the wound slowly closed with the help of the turquoise potion.

The almost fainting pain slowly faded away.

..........

In an unknown jungle on Planet Four, a group of soldiers who could vaguely see the uniform of the Union Army rested against the edge of a tree, their tough clothing had been scratched by all kinds of hard objects in the jungle.

A pile of twigs was crackling and burning, and some soldiers formed a circle around the fire, the shaking flames shining clearly on their dead faces.

No one wanted to talk, since Planet 4 was occupied by the Gammas, this group of homeless rout soldiers had been in the jungle for more than four months, except for the alloy exoskeleton on their bodies, everything else was simply a pile of mud, including their bodies.

With no supplies, no rescue, no medicine, it was not easy to survive on something in the jungle for more than four months.

If it weren't for the fact that the Gammas were not interested in them, they would have died on this planet with a single number on the borders of the Federation.

The group, which was less than a company, split into three waves, one in search of the pitiful food in the jungle, one as a vigilant member of the makeshift camp, and the last wave in search of a way to keep them alive in the jungle.

A gust of wind blew through their bushes, and the maple grass unique to Planet Four slowly swayed with the wind, and a team of only a dozen people walked out of the woods on the left side of the entire makeshift camp, each with some food they had found in the vicinity, or a green snake, or a pile of wild vegetables that seemed to be cooked and edible, or a colorful pheasant-like bird that had been dead for a long time.

The soldiers who had returned from hunting their prey, or could no longer be considered soldiers, had turned the group into the first wave of natives on Planet Four in millions of years.

They threw all their prey beside the fire, and even the green snake tried to leave the crowd in horror.

With a "whoosh", a dagger was accurately inserted into the head of the green snake that fled in a hurry, and the tail of the green snake swung vigorously, wrapping around the dagger inserted in its skull, but it was usually enough to entangle a medium-sized prey to death, but it could only slowly flow with time.

This green snake should be able to provide this group of people with a delicious snake soup soup.

Only one of the returning soldiers was heard saying, "Smith is dead, and this snake bit him to death." ”

A group of people looked at the dead green snake in silence, as if they were looking at the dead Smith.

The group leaned against the tree, closed their eyes, and after a day and a night of hunting for food, the damp and cold jungle had almost exhausted all their little physical strength.

Now what they need is rest, and the cooking of food is only done by people, and after tonight, they have to go out and hunt for food for another group of soldiers.