"Xiaolin, you don't have to be nervous. Move gently when exiting the position. Don't break the branches again, never break again, I'm not your father. ”

He crouched in the grass, holding the two-and-a-half-fold scope and watching, and after a while, he pulled the gun around him and mounted the scope on the mounting slot on the left side of the receiver. This gun doesn't look much different from all the Tomosaka rifles, except that it's a selection of thousands of Tomaka rifles, with a slight reduction in weight, and then a slot on the left side of the receiver for mounting the scope.

"Xiaolin, do you know, I don't like to call it a scope, I call it 'three hundred', when we were a student, we all called it three hundred, you know why? You won't know. ”

This is a two-point five-fold scope, 10-degree observation range, so far, whether it is'38 sniper' or '97 sniper' use this, because the devil currently only has this type of scope, there is no range adjustment, and there is no wind deviation adjustment, after loading it on the gun, if you want to hit the target with the midpoint of the reticle in the lens, the target must be exactly 300 meters away, if it is greater than 300 meters, the reticle should be raised accordingly, if it is less than 300 meters, it needs to be lowered. It's okay to hit fixed targets with this scope, and hit moving targets...... Very painful!

This backward design led to the fact that the original gun ruler was not canceled, so that shooters who did not adapt to the scope could still use the ruler for regular aiming, which was the reason why the seat slot position was chosen to the left of the receiver, in order not to obscure the original gun ruler.

"Okay. Now let me take a look...... Not bad, the goal ...... Within the comfort zone. Actually, I don't like to use a ruler, at least the lens is a little clearer. The sound of his breathing slowed down and faded into the wind.

......

Once high-spirited and after dying again and again, Ma Liang finally began to understand why Hu Yi was so numb and cold. That's just his present, not his past.

Inside, he sat quietly, staring blankly at the shell gun that had just been maintained in his hand, inexplicably lonely and inexplicably sad. Once a young and optimistic heart, yearning for blood, regretting that he had no scars, and wanting to become a soldier like Hu Yi, has it now been realized?

At least not handsome, finally qualified to laugh at others for being a little white face, he smiled, the smile was still young and handsome, the scar that had just healed twitched on the handsome cheeks along with the smile, and was reflected extremely clearly by the sunlight leaking through the window. Actually, he was more handsome, but with that smile...... It's no longer clear.

The door was pushed open, and the soldier saw the half-face smile in the light mapping, and subconsciously glanced at it but there was no one else, and said directly: "Platoon commander, the change of guard hasn't come back yet!"

Recovering his expression, he slipped the shell gun into the holster and sighed: "Which whistle?"

"The eye of the fork. I went to the sentry early in the morning, and I haven't seen the sentry back until now. ”

"Got it. He stood up, no matter when and where, he habitually straightened the military appearance first, and then pinched the curvature of the hat like Hu Yi, and wore it seriously.

......

Smoke flew, frantically again and again, outside that sturdy window.

The sound of machine guns rang out again and again, and then again and again fell silent, and inside the window, corpses, bullet casings, and dried blood, blood that had not dried up, blood that was flowing, blood that had just begun to pour out. It felt like the light was dim, dim, just the damn window, blindingly bright, as if it was heaven out there.

Basically, they were all shot through the head, or throat, one at a time, and the next one climbed up to the window, re-set up the machine gun, and shot again, but the company commander was already red-eyed, and ordered frantically, and screamed frantically, completely ignoring that the window had already eaten half of the company alive, because outside the window was not only roaring and rumbling, but also the iron hooves were rumbling.

"It's going to run out...... Dude, I've got to do it, I've got to kill that bastard! I've got to kill him!"

"it! Come with me now!" In the violent tremor, the big dog burst out of the dust, between the ruins and broken walls, everywhere there were flying and impacting, falling rocks like rain, the nearest shock wave on the spot knocked him away from the bunker, followed by a large cloud of gunpowder smoke and dust.

When I opened my eyes again, I couldn't hear anything, there was silence, only blood and gunsmoke. A young figure, carrying Ma Sihuan, moved forward swiftly in the smoke of gunpowder, becoming more and more faint.

It was his younger brother, his own brother, the younger brother who was brought up by the big dog begging, until he became a soldier, thinking that he could live happily ever after, and he no longer had to starve and depend on each other. The younger brother is also competitive, he can do his best as a beggar, and he can be the best when he is a soldier, and his marksmanship is the first, which is all the glory of the big dog.

"Ergou, why don't you get back for me!" the big dog hissed, trying to get up and rushing into the smoke to chase after him.

The air pounded violently again and again, flying and flying endlessly, and after a gunshot rang out, the big dog saw the dirty and bloody face, smiled proudly, and was shouting at him: "The bastard is finished! I ...... it."

Smack - the sniper of the devil is two, one is dead and the other is shot.

Pop - the second shot rang out again, and it didn't hit the fatal position at all.

Smack - third shot.

The world was darkened, as if shielded by gunsmoke, and the big dog's mind went blank, rushing towards his glory with all his might, but staggering.

He clutched his brother's hand tightly, forgetting the rain and the smoke of gunpowder, and wanted to drag him away.

Smack - the fourth shot, not hitting the big dog at all, this is a hideous revenge.

He turned back and pressed his brother under him, covering him with himself.

Smack - the fifth shot, hitting the leg that was not covered.

Shot after shot, just don't hit the big dog, or bite his younger brother, whether he crushes his younger brother under him or holds him in his arms, the bullet always hits where he can't get out of his way.

The smoke continued to fly, everywhere, the big dog was crying, but he couldn't hear himself crying, and the blood splashed again and again, splashing the big dog's chest and the big dog's face. His brother's hand clenched his hand tightly, and he held his brother's hand tightly as he watched as his only relative, the only glory, was hit again and again by bullets, and again and again, as if they had hit him again and again......

"Hey, deserter, call you! speak!"

The big dog sitting on the shore and staring at the water was finally awakened by the barking behind him, and when he turned around, he was surprised to find Sun Cui not far away, so he patted his ass and stood up, pulled the horse four-ring strap on his shoulder, and lazily greeted him.

Sun Cui picked up a small broken notebook, took out a pencil tip, and asked, "Did you write your name yourself...... Or shall I fill it out for you?"

She ...... Didn't stumble?"

Sun Cui smiled: "You owe me a personal favor." But there are no idlers in this village, you are neither old nor young, either you help the militia or you help the village, you have to choose at least one. ”

The big dog nodded: "Can I wait until I build a nest for myself first?"

took the broken book and took the pen, he could write the three words of Tang Dagou, but his hands were inexplicably shaking, horizontal, vertical, almost unrecognizable......