The best person to deal with a sniper is another sniper.

Su Qin ended his three-hour meditation and withdrew the spirit that roamed in the Aetheric Sea back into his body. Slowly opening his eyes, the soldiers who came back alive were sitting around the campfire as they had been last night. In the bloody battlefield of Stalingrad, a meat grinder, every day there are familiar faces that disappear for various reasons. So most soldiers see survival as God's greatest reward for themselves.

In their time when there is no fighting, they indulge themselves like tourists at the Roman Carnival. A cigarette and a glass of spirits, these things that are commonplace on weekdays have become extremely cherished enjoyment in the eyes of the soldiers.

Because no one knows if they will be the next to fall on the battlefield.

However, this was not what Su Qin was concerned about. The spiritual energy that almost killed Su Qin in the last mission washed away, bringing many irreversible changes to his body. In addition to the tail that was usually shrunk in subspace, more changes appeared on him as time passed.

After a period of fighting, apart from the increasing dehumanization of his body, Su Qinxian gradually felt little fear and wavering feelings. And when he is excited, that bloodless face will make the ordinary people around him feel an inexplicable fear. These peculiarities, coupled with his Oriental identity, made the ordinary soldiers have a certain awe and alienation from Su Qin. Aside from his comrades-in-arms like Vasily, who had fought together, he had no more acquaintances in this strange army.

The rumor of the bone picker was even spread by people here first.

Due to the lack of psionic knowledge, Su Qin couldn't tell whether the various changes in his body were good or bad. However, the psionic tome from the Children of a Thousand Sores Warband had allowed him to find a good way to improve his craftsman's abilities. The original owner of the psionic books, Calias, was apparently a very serious person, and he recorded the entire process of learning psionic energy in the book.

Using this as a reference, Su Qin combined the knowledge he gained while strengthening the craftsman to find a cultivation method that was temporarily suitable for him. The two most important points of the craftsman are the excavation of their own soul power and the soul resonance between the craftsman and the weapon. Due to the latter's non-cooperation with the magic sword, Su Qin could only make very small progress in the struggle for control and control. The former, on the other hand, made great progress in his meditation using methods recorded in psionic texts.

The excavation of soul power has gradually manifested itself in the projection of his soul in subspace. The vague shape of the beast gradually became clear, and the filaments that the magic sword had wrapped around its body also broke a lot.

Su Qin believed that if he continued to practice like this, one day he would be able to get rid of this annoying magic sword and gain his own strength.

When he got up and saw the figure outside who was probing his brain, Su Qin couldn't help but smile.

Bypassing the crowd of revelers, Su Qin came to the dimly lit camp, and the bonfire in the distance was powerless to illuminate the area. A weapon-wielding shadow leaped out of his back and swooped out. In the face of this attack without warning, Su Qin's face did not change and stretched out his right hand backwards to grasp the wrist of the black shadow holding the weapon. The five fingers that were closed together were clasped around each other like iron pincers.

The black shadow in pain in his hand hurriedly begged for mercy in the voice unique to the little boy before he changed his voice: "Master, I was wrong. ”

"Sasha, I've reminded you many times. Even at the last second before attacking, don't change your breathing rate at will. Otherwise, your ambush will never work. Snatching the dead branch from the little boy's hand, Su Qin pretended to be fierce and said.

"That's hard......" Sasha said with a bitter expression as she stuck out her tongue.

"It is difficult to do it, just as Comrade Stalin said: if there are conditions, you must go up, and if you don't have conditions, you must go even more."

"Huh? Did the great Comrade Stalin say anything like that? ”

"Didn't you?"

“…… Probably...... Yes. Looking at the serious expression of the "master", Sha Xia replied hesitantly.

It turned out that the person who attacked Su Qin from behind just now was the child in his family's house. Ever since he saw a Russian man who provoked him being knocked down with a move, this clever imp has pestered him to apprentice.

God can see mercy, he doesn't know how to grapple with martial arts. The last time I took down that drunk, it was all brute force rather than skill.

In desperation, Su Qin had to put on a serious appearance, and casually used some novels and sentences in games to fool this bear child. As a result, he was taught to be the current strange appearance of martial arts not martial arts, knights not knights, and ninjas not ninjas.

After a bit of trouble with Shasha, he learns from the imp that the Germans are going to send snipers against Vasily. On weekdays, Shasha often blended into the vicinity of the German garrison, passing guò to polish their shoes and repair them in exchange for some daily necessities. By the way, the gossip collected will be passed back here, and sometimes Commissar Danilov even jokingly says that he is a reliable spy for our side.

Vasily's matter Su Qin was not worried, the former shepherd who could hit a wild wolf two hundred meters away in the snow forest with an old-fashioned rifle was simply terrifyingly talented in this regard. Without the sharp instincts of the Force, he wouldn't have been 100% guaranteed that he would be able to kill the opponent in a sniper duel.

However, those strange German reinforcements, Su Qin fell into deep thought.

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A military train belching black smoke stopped near the platform near Stalingrad, and Major Koenig, then director of the Berlin Sniper School, slowly stepped off the train. He came to the front line this time for only one person, and that was the famous Soviet sniper - Vasily. Zaitsev.

Unlike the bone pickers, whose fame was only secretly circulated among the lower ranks, the Hero of the Soviet Union Vasily. Zaitsev's prestige had long been known through reports written by Commissar Guò Danilov throughout the Soviet-German battlefield. The daily increase in the number of kills in the newspapers was like a red flag flying over the battlefield, inspiring every Soviet soldier who fought to protect Stalingrad.

But at the same time, it also made him a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the Germans. At the behest of the High Command, Major Koenig returned to the battlefield with his sniper rifle, which had killed countless enemies. This nobleman, who often hunted deer in Bagolia, was about to embark on an even more dangerous hunt. He will become a hunting sniper Vasily. Zaitsev's hunter.

Behind him, a group of German reinforcements in gas masks was slowly assembling by the platform. Compared with those domestic reinforcement soldiers who are in a hurry, their movements seem much more neatly planned, and at the same time more rigid.

Walking out of the noisy platform, Koenig saw a petite figure standing straight at the exit. Walking forward, the major, who was not confused, gave a stern military salute to the colonel, who was more than thirty years younger than him, and then showed a doting smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Koenig." Rhedia happily walked over to Major Koenig, with whom she had been learning how to be a good sniper since her father's unexpected death. And the major himself, who lost his son in his later years, taught her as if she were his own daughter.

"Letty (short for Rhadia), why are you here? Is it another order from the Doctor? Koenig frowned in displeasure, clearly unhappy with the so-called doctor.

"Well, the Doctor is interested in the rumored bone picker, so he sent me over to investigate, and it's best to capture him alive. He suspected that the man was also a magic bullet shooter. Redia puffed out her cheeks and said indignantly.

"How is that possible?" As if hearing some funny joke, Major Koenig couldn't help but laugh.

"It's okay, I've figured out how to deal with him. And ......" Rhaedia's immature face showed a confident and proud look, and she pulled a white pocket pistol with an ivory grip from the belt of arms on her thigh and aimed it at the flickering pieces of paper in the air. After a crisp gunshot, the cyan phosphorous fire of the magic bullet drew a strange arc in the air and hit the target with unmistakable accuracy, shattering the leaflet with Vasily's heroic deeds in the air.

"I'm the real Magic Shooter."

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