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Follow the trails of monsters.

On the orders of Captain Takeuchi Renshan, Taiichiro Yamamoto, who came to support Kio Tachibana, touched the airport position all the way.

This took him by surprise.

Could it be that the monster that broke into this airport?

Or maybe this monster is the one inside the airport!

He found a nearby hill with a good view.

There was the back of the airfield position, and because of the excellent terrain in the rear, there were no heavy machine guns to guard it, and there were only a dozen soldiers who were fishing. In a normal battle, two light machine guns from the front position at any time are enough to deal with the enemy who is attacking from behind.

So here are their advantages.

It has also become the advantage of Taiichiro Yamamoto, a sniper.

He mounted the quadruple optics and quickly glanced around the airport position, and soon he locked on the most swaggering guy in the audience.

He stood there not knowing what he was dancing about.

But when he saw the rank on his shoulder, Taiichiro Yamamoto said to himself expressionlessly:

"Kio Tachibana, you're in luck! I didn't find the monster first, but I found the target you wanted first......"

Although he is just a sniper and does not like to get involved in more military affairs, Tachibana Kio's thoughts are also clear to Taiichiro Yamamoto. Maybe that's the observation power of a sniper.

He knew that this shot would create a great opportunity for Tachibana to attack.

It's just that whether the other party will thank him or not is no longer important to him.

The gun went off.

But a strange scene happened.

It seemed that at the moment when he had already aimed and locked, the guy who was suspected of being the commander of the expeditionary corps of the airport position actually lowered his head strangely.

He shouldn't have noticed anything.

I should have just subconsciously shrunk my head.

But this is it.

The bullet that had locked onto his temple had only pierced the very top of the guy's helmet.

In that position, I'm afraid the biggest luck is just to rub the other party's scalp a little!

"What a lucky guy!"

Taiichiro Yamamoto quickly moved a place, in order to prevent the presence of snipers similar to his own in the local positions.

But he hibernate for a long time.

There was no counterattack.

Even these people were so frightened that they huddled in the trenches, and they didn't even dare to show their heads easily.

"It's still the same as always!"

From the northeast all the way to Burma, Taiichiro Yamamoto killed countless Chinese soldiers, and countless high-ranking officers of the national army.

Without exception, they are all wretched in the eyes of Taiichiro Yamamoto.

It's like these people hiding in the trenches right now.

Both the left and right exits were extremely dangerous exposed locations, and they had to stay where they were.

After determining that the opponent could not fight back, Taiichiro Yamamoto began to try to provoke the opponent.

It was the laziest he's ever played.

It is also the one that wastes the most bullets.

Because in his eyes, if a sniper's bullet can't hit the target's head, it is the biggest waste.

But these people seem to have carried the word "nest" into their bones.

They can really cower in the trenches without moving.

Never mind.

Taiichiro Yamamoto, who had no interest in continuing to tease the ants, fired the last shot and prepared to leave.

And yet at this moment......

He waited for an accident.

Watch as a soldier rushes towards him with a pistol in one hand and a pan in the other.

Taiichiro Yamamoto was a little helpless.

Cannon fodder?

Never mind.

At least there was a little bit of blood today.

Just as he aimed, locked, shot.

He seems to have only completed the first two steps, and then he was stuck there.

"Nani !!"

Taiichiro Yamamoto, who has never been smiling, had a surprised expression on his face.

Didn't hit?

He fired another shot.

This was followed by a second shot.

The third shot.

It wasn't until he saw clearly that the bullets he fired in a row had been blocked by the other party with a black pan.

His near-paralyzed face had an expression of bewilderment and shock that he had never felt before.

He began to shoot frantically at the Chinese private who was rushing towards him with a pan in hand.

But the bullet hit him in the head, in the body, and in the lower half of his body.

This guy can even predict it in advance, and usually block it with a frying pan.

Even his expression was so calm and breezy, and even the state he showed when he rushed over was so leisurely.

He jumped down the almost straight steep slope behind the position, looking like he was not afraid of falling to his death.

The operation beyond ordinary people's imagination shocked Taiichiro Yamamoto to froze there, and when he came back to his senses, he had missed the perfect and only opportunity to hit the other party.

The soldier's figure disappeared as soon as it burrowed into the woods.

There are weeds and trees on the mountain road.

It is very difficult and a long process to carve out a path without a road.

But everywhere this guy walked, there was a lot of movement.

The tree with the thickness of the bowl mouth was knocked down, and the hundred-year-old tree was knocked down and trembled slightly.

Taiichiro Yamamoto admits that he panicked at that moment.

He shot frantically at the woods below.

This was the first time he had hit a target, and the greatest mission for a sniper was entrusted to the god of luck.

He prides himself on being extremely talented.

But right now, this soldier with a frying pan is trampling on his talent, his self-esteem, so mercilessly, almost humiliatingly.

He finally understood why everyone in the camp that night who encountered this guy called him a monster.

That's right!

He's the monster!

He got up in a hurry, and the butt of the gun was stuck in the thorns with complex roots.

Originally, these things were used as a cover for him.

But now, he firmly grasped the footsteps of his escape.

Next, he did something that more completely shattered his dignity as a sniper.

He dropped his sniper rifle.

This is something that no sniper can tolerate.

The gun is in the man.

This is the principle that he implemented in his bones when he was in the sniper training camp.

But this principle, in order to survive, he had to abandon.

Especially when the pan flew directly ahead of the figure and flew towards his head, he gave up the last bit of luck.

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He forgot how he had fled back to Kio Tachibana's camp at a near-frantic pace.

Looking at Taiichiro Yamamoto, who was in a mess, Tachibana Kio asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong with you???"

Taiichiro Yamamoto recovered a little from the fear of being hunted down.

Like a deflated inflatable person, he lay limp on the ground of Tachibana Kio's tent.

He stared at the ceiling of the tent, his eyes gasping for breath.

Kio Tachibana seemed to see Taiichiro Yamamoto, and there were tears in his eyes.

He seemed to still hear Taiichiro Yamamoto's almost fly-sized voice, muttering:

"My gun...... Lost! ”