Subjectivity is a kind of human consciousness, which is opposed to objectivity, and is to participate in the observed things from the perspective of the observer, and at this time, the nature and laws of the observed things vary according to the different wishes of the observer.

Suggestion generally refers to the indirect influence of the psychology and behavior of others through verbal or non-verbal symbols. The conditions for suggestion to occur mainly depend on the degree of the recipient's perception of the suggestion, which in turn depends on the mental state of the recipient of the suggestion and the nature of the external stimulus.

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Say dawn, and it will dawn. Regardless of the transition, this morning was as cold and quiet as every winter morning.

Although nothing happened in the green water shop last night, the devil captain didn't think it mattered, he was not interested in caring about the lieutenant's indignation, calmly wiped his pure cowhide leggings with a towel, wiped them extremely clean, and then carefully fastened them to his calves, stomped his feet with satisfaction, and at the same time gave the order to set off.

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No one can shake Little Red Ying's determination, because the fox is not there.

She doesn't want the fox to die, but she's not an ordinary girl, and she can't accept death and loss like an ordinary girl, whether it's the fox's or her own. He is a soldier, and she is also a soldier, thinking about each other's soldiers.

That's right, she is a golden branch and jade leaf, so she can't tolerate the fall of the tree she depends on, the independent group can do without her, but she can't live without the independent group, the independent group is her whole world.

She was in place, as she said, a mile west of the green water shop turret, on the hill beam on the south side of the valley, about three hundred meters away from the right angle of the path in the valley. Lying on her stomach beside a dry bush on a beam, she crouched in the snow, checking the bullet with her small, frozen red hands.

There were five bullets in the magazine, and she only had to check the top one, there was only one chance, and when the gun went off, whether it hit or not, there was no chance to find the real damn target, she had to make sure that the bullet would be obedient.

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The big dog failed to do what he wanted, although Wang Xiaosan maintained a neutral silence, but the fool was still Xiao Hongying's loyal executor, although the cold sapper shovel in his hand was changed to a horizontal shovel, and the big dog did not have the courage to reach out and drag the dead girl back to the wine station as he thought before he came out, and he could only rely on words to persuade him, which was useless.

The half-immortal is the most cowardly, thinking that the big dog is going to escape, so he ran out with it, and the current situation is ...... It's better that he hasn't come out yet! Wang Xiaosan's eyes when he looked at him and the big dog were still like enemies, which meant that if the girl didn't go back, they had the obligation to accompany the girl to death, otherwise they would be enemies.

I pinned my hopes on the big dog to persuade the dead girl to return to the wine station, but the hope was dashed, and this thing became a dead knot, and she couldn't go, and she couldn't live!

"The girl said I could go back!"

"I didn't say that. Wang Xiaosan was indifferent, still not blinking his dead fish eyes.

"It's not fair! She's looking for her own death! Why are you forcing me to accompany her to death!"

"I was the one who died with her, and I want you to die with me. ”

Along the way, the half-immortal was pulling his own hair, he was unwilling, the wind and waves were coming, but he was going to capsize in this hellish Qingshan Village, this is like walking on the road to the execution ground, he is unwilling! He would rather die on the way to escape than stupidly meet death, who is calm and who is crazy! is an idiot! Not a person!

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A battalion of puppet soldiers is in front, a squadron of devils is behind, just set off on this section, the road is wide enough, two columns, despite this, it also stretches for nearly two miles.

With the aftertaste of breakfast exhaled from the corner of his mouth, he easily passed by the Lushuipu Gun Tower, and the order given by the captain was to stop at Qingshan Village for the first time, to meet Li Youde's department, and then continue to move west, and must arrive at Dabeizhuang tonight. The road was long, long, and this was just the beginning, and the turret had just passed behind it, and an east-west valley was illuminated by the rising sun.

Before the turret behind him had completely disappeared from view, the vanguard stopped, standing on the desolate valley path and quietly looking forward.

In the middle of the road ahead, there was a large striking stone, on which was placed a folded note, on which was pressed a plum branch, and the edge of the note shook in the cold wind.

The vanguard was so nervous that he clenched the gun in his hand, and looked forward in confusion, the valley was still a valley, and the road was still a road, shining brightly by the sun behind him;

I heard that not long ago, someone was hit by a landmine in Qingshan Village, and it was at the three-way intersection of Qingshan Village, and the ground cracked and landslides generally blew down the boss, and the legs of the vanguard began to tremble when they thought of this, and they looked blankly at the stone, the note, and the plum branch a few meters in front of them again, without blinking.

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I don't know how long later, a puppet platoon leader hurriedly ran behind the queue that was stalled on the valley path.

Then, a sprig of plum and a note appeared in the hands of the puppet battalion commander.

Not long after, the puppet battalion commander hurriedly trotted to the back of the queue.

Then, a sprig of plum appeared in the hand of the devil lieutenant, and a note appeared in the hand of the devil lieutenant.

The lieutenant was not interested in reading what was written on the note, because he didn't need to read it to know that it must be the same Qingshan Village Jiulian wanted to invite him to turn the wine station, and what he wrote was just a radical method, just listen to the puppet army battalion commander dictate in front of him. He just took the plum branch, held it in his hand and looked at it quietly, a branch nearly a foot long, but there was only one flower bone about to bloom on it, which had been cracked, shyly revealing the pure yellow petal edge, against the backdrop of the cold wind and bleakness, it was surprisingly beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance.

There are not many words on the note, written in pencil, twisted and crooked, framed and wronged, if there is no pseudo-military battalion commander to explain it in person, the devil lieutenant who knows a little Chinese will not understand it at all.

The main content is: small (circle), (big money pattern) (box) is Huang Quan (snake-like winding pattern), walking, death. Back to live.

The payment is actually longer than the content: looking for the Gu (a vertical line) god (gun-shaped pattern) hand of Qingshan Lin Jiulian World (circle) (the word 'you' in bold writing). (Equal sign) you (turtle egg pattern).

The devil lieutenant, who was holding a note and staring at the bull's eye stupidly, was speechless after listening to the puppet army battalion commander's guess and explanation.

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This is the method given by the big dog, and the target is the last person to read the letter.

Behind the withered yellow shrubs on the mountain beam on the south side, a delicate Cao Chang mirror was always held in Xiao Hongying's hand, on her little face, not looking at the team in the valley at all, locking the movement of the note in the lens from the beginning, moving with the puppet army that picked it up until the puppet army battalion commander appeared in the camera, and then continued to move backwards with the puppet army battalion commander.

Finally, there were devil officers out of the queue, only, two at the same time. The big dog predicted well, the two devil officers in the shot are wearing the same coats, and there are no obvious features in the telescope except for a military yellow. But now she doesn't have to tell who is holding the note, who is the damn target.

After putting away Cao Changjing, he straightened the gun that had already been straightened, and the bullet was loaded half an hour ago.

Forget this valley, forget the wine station, forget the fox's worried eyes, forget everything, instantly turned into a spirit focused on the wind, so small, trying to crook her left pigtail, the new red head rope prepared for today with the pigtail fluttered messily in the wind, that little bit of red is the only color in Xiao Suo, in the monotonous background color is so beautiful that it can blind people's eyes, as if suddenly a voice began to echo in the valley, echoing proudly among the mountain beams, I am the red tassel! I am the red tassel! I am the red tassel! I am the red tassel Ying——

Three-second, five-second, seven-second......

However, the spear in the elf's hand never went off.

Behind the ruler, the large, clear eyes beside the butt of the gun were showing impatient anxiety, and the target of the letter happened to be standing on the inside of another devil officer, who was always blocked by the devil officer holding a plum branch.

The puppet battalion commander had already begun to nod his head, as if he was going to turn around and continue to lead the team, and the target was about to merge into the team of devils close at hand around him, and he would become one of the many officers dressed again, and he might not have a chance to distinguish him again.

Maybe it's 320 meters, at most 350 meters, and the angle of fire at the diagonal line is up and down, can the 6.5 bullet still pass through? But the opportunity is about to disappear.

Maybe you can try to shoot the shield person's neck, the neck should be able to pass through, as long as you are lucky, the bullet does not hit the bone, maybe it will not change the trajectory too much, pass through the shield person's neck, continue to fly a little low at a small angle, and shoot right into the target's chest.

At such a distance, it is difficult to shoot accurately, but Xiao Hongying is a person who dares to gamble her life, maybe the probability is not more than five percent, and she still has the courage to gamble! She firmly believes that victory is created by determination!

Smack-

The elf's prayer rushed out of the muzzle, leaving behind the bullet casings that were slowly jumping out of the chamber before they had time to tumble, and arrogantly pulled out a high-speed vortex turbulence, and flew high against the wind, flying out of an extremely subtle and graceful arc.

The pigtails in the wind suddenly wilted, and the elf's clear eyes suddenly added a touch of melancholy, because she was an elf, so she intuitively knew that although it was too late to see if the target would fall, she had already missed, maybe it was a little underestimating the wind speed, maybe it was because she had been lying in the snow for a long time and the pressure on the trigger was not even enough, maybe it was because of her anxiety at the moment before the shot, in short, it was definitely not the trajectory she wanted, low, it must be low, the bullet would not have a chance to hit the shield person's neck, it was likely to hit the shaded person's back, or waist, obliquely down into the body, maybe lower, can only hit the ass of the covering person, it is impossible to wear it, the elf failed!

The already numb little fist slammed into the snow beside her, she didn't want to look up at the result at all, and muttered to herself: "I failed!" The fool who was hiding in the low position behind her was desperately sapping the shovel to quickly raise the snow at her lying on her stomach, and hastily buried her.

Wu Shishi hastily covered the little girl with almost frantic speed, and then rushed up the mountain beam, and ran west along the top of the mountain beam in the eyes of those panicked looking and searching in the valley.

He ran as hard as he could, until bullets began to fly up from the valley and whistling in his ears, and the nearest devils and puppet soldiers had begun to rush angrily towards the mountain beam, and then he changed direction and headed southwest, desperately rushing down the slope behind the mountain beam.

Staggering, rolling, gasping heavily, the snow and soil swept at high speed, rushed to the bottom of the valley on the back of the mountain beam, rushed to a hidden position that had been chosen in advance, and hurriedly hid.

The devils finally rushed to the mountain beam where the target disappeared, the back of the mountain beam was the valley, and the opposite side of the valley was still the mountain beam, and the target who was frantically escaping had actually climbed the opposite mountain beam, running so fast, so crazy, running madly to the southwest, falling, and getting up sharply to continue running.

Some devils tried to stop shooting, but some devils continued to chase without hesitation, desperately!

Wang Xiaosan was running hard, he had to escape for a while in the devil's sight, so that the distance would not be stretched too outrageously, the bullet was whistling beside him, even if he died now, he had no regrets, because the girl and the fool were naturally safe.

He rushed up the hill beam, and then down the back slope of this mountain beam, and rushed to the hidden spot at the bottom of the slope, which he had already chosen, and he had already seen the next mountain beam in the opposite southwest direction approaching the top position, and the vague figure of the big dog had already stood up, and was looking here, ready to start showing the devil his escape.

Like a relay race, a crazy relay race in a rain of bullets, if anyone unfortunately dies of a stray bullet, who is naturally the hero of the sniper devil, no one has a gun, no bullets, and is buried, not to mention that he can run faster with his bare hands. It's just that the first one to start is the most dangerous, because every relay is a distant process, the first one to run is the closest to the devil, and the last one to run is definitely the farthest from the devil, and more importantly, ...... If the person who runs first is shot and can't reach the hiding position, then the person behind doesn't need to run.

Living on the way to escape, the half-immortal said. After tearing off his own countless hairs, he realized that it was enough to die anyway, why should he give so much for nothing! As the great inventor of this life plan, he naturally became the fourth stick and the last stick, if the first three sticks did not die, then what he had to do was to gradually disappear from the sight of the devil at the last moment, and finally disappear into the distance, wherever he wanted.

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The valley is still a valley, and the snow-capped path is still a path, still in the reflection of the morning sun, highlighting the mottled and desolate, just one more corpse.

The corpse lay quietly on the path, the bullet hole in his waist no longer oozing blood, and the bullet shattered his lumbar vertebrae. He wore a pair of delicate and beautiful cowhide leggings on his calves, and he still held the plum branch in his hand, the budding flower, still releasing a faint fragrance, which was carried away by the cold wind from time to time and could not be smelled......