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Volume Two: My Country One Thousand Thirty Six.  ghost sniper

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    Today is a rare sunny day after entering the rainy season, and the bright sunshine shines coldly on this land.

    Eric ran wildly through the forest with a long sniper rifle in hand, his cover-up cloak fluttering.  Not far behind him was a group of vicious U.S. troops. Since it hadn't rained in the past few days, Eric's footprints could not be covered by rain, so the U.S. troops followed his footsteps and chased him crazily.

    Taking advantage of the cover of the trees, Eric ran desperately into the depths of the woods. He could even hear the murmurings and the gunshots behind him.  Leave him no room to breathe.  He looked back and saw many US troops holding M16s and sniper rifles less than 200 meters away, aiming and shooting at him.  The dense bullets carried a whistling scream and passed near him. Eric jumped and lay on the ground. The high-speed bullets broke the crisscrossing branches and made a crisp "squeaking" sound. Above his head,  The dense leaves were smashed to pieces as if struck by a heavy rain, flying into pieces and falling on him one after another.

    "Damn it, fight with these Americans! You have to have someone on your back before you die!" Eric thought fiercely: "German soldiers cannot be insulted!" He was chased by the US military for a long time.  He was tired and hungry, which made him exhausted and embarrassed. As the saying goes, a dog jumps over a wall in a hurry. At this moment, Eric, who was forced to have no way out, suddenly felt a murderous aura all over his body.

    Eric found a luxuriant bush and took cover. He pushed aside the leaves that blocked his sight, poked out the slender barrel of the sniper rifle, and then quickly put his right eye on it, searching for targets that could be shot, like a lurking cheetah.  , quietly waiting for the prey to appear.

    Eric only took a few seconds to complete this set of movements, which was much faster than ordinary people.  For a sniper, time is particularly important. It only takes a few tenths of a second for a sniper bullet to shoot from the barrel of the gun and penetrate a person's body.  This small time gap may be nothing to ordinary soldiers, but to a sniper, it is enough to determine his life or death.

    Eric held the sniper rifle and put the sniper scope on his right eye. What he saw from the inside seemed to be another world. Inside the light blue round hole, there was a cross-shaped sniper sight line and arc-shaped scale lines.  When the enemy's fatal part stays firmly on the intersection of the crosshairs, it only takes a second or two to be accurately shot by his sniper rifle.

    Men seem to have an innate fanaticism for weapons. This is not just male chauvinism, but the greedy instinct of human nature.  Men should use violence to plunder wealth and women, and to intimidate their opponents.  And Eric, a fledgling sniper, has an indescribable dependence on the magical sniper rifle. Once his index finger touches the cold trigger, the blood in his body immediately boils.

    Through the 6x magnification sighting lens, Eric could clearly see the forest as far as 1,000 meters away. He squinted and carefully searched the dense forest in front of him. In the slightly blurry mirror image, ten images gradually flashed out.  Several U.S. troops in camouflage uniforms stretched their ranks and searched forward in a skirmish line.

    These ferocious guys were looking left and right, suspicious, wondering why the prey they saw in their hands had flown away.  They knew that this German was a sniper carefully trained by the German army, and they couldn't help but feel timid. After all, it was not a good thing to have an advanced sniper rifle aimed at their head.  But under the scolding of the officer, they had to bite the bullet and search forward.

    From the light blue scope, Eric could clearly see a slightly fat guy crouching in the grass, holding a telescope with both hands and looking forward. He was obviously a commander.

    Eric remembered that his commander, Colonel Hamilton, said: According to the sniper combat code, the priority order for selecting sniper targets is: first, enemy sniper, second, enemy commander, third, long-range attack weapon operator  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®  Therefore, his first choice for sniping was the US military leader who was hiding behind and observing with a high-power telescope.

    Eric quickly calculated his distance with a scaled sight, which was about 400 meters. It was not difficult to accurately snipe him with an advanced sniper rifle. The crosshairs of his aiming lens firmly caught the US military officer's eyes.  The reflective light from his shining telescope pointed the way to his head. The index finger of Eric's right hand firmly pressed the trigger. He held his breath, accelerated the force of the tiger's mouth at a constant speed, and fired decisively.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? A crisp gunshot did not linger for long, and soon disappeared into the open woods.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    The powerful 7.92mm steel-core warhead happened to be shot into the hole of his telescope. It quickly penetrated two layers of fragile glass lenses and blew out his eyeballs. Then it continued to penetrate into his skull cavity and rotated at high speed.  The bullet shattered his brain, and finally opened a bloody hole as big as a fist in the back of his head, with bone fragments flying everywhere, and then he walked away with unfinished thoughts.

      Eric clearly saw through the scope that the unlucky commander's head suddenly tilted back, his soul was instantly evacuated by the life-threatening warhead, and then he collapsed on his back.  A dark bloody hole was opened in his eye, blood surged wildly, and from the blown back of his head, red and white sticky brain matter sprayed onto the white earth.

    This was the first time in Eric's life that he shot an enemy with a gun, and he still saw the shooting so clearly. This shocked him very strongly. He didn't expect that under the black muzzle of the gun, human life would be like this.  Fragile, a metal slug weighing just a few grams can easily kill a living person!

    Life and death were at stake. Eric didn't dare to think too much. Before the other soldiers could fully react, he quickly pulled the bolt, ejected the shell, loaded the ammunition, and immediately aimed at the head of the guy at the front who was resisting the machine gun. He gritted his teeth.  He pulled the trigger, and with the sound of the gunshot, he saw the guy's head explode from the center of his eyebrows, the whole skull was turned up, a cloud of blood mist sprayed out from the red plasma and white brain, and the guy was staggered.  He fell upright and fell to the ground, his entire face was blown off, leaving only his white teeth still exposed in the air.  The sniper rifle is so powerful that if it hits a human body, you will definitely die.

    The terrifying headshots from the two shots just now have exposed Eric's hiding position. He moved quickly to avoid being shot into a honeycomb by the dense rain of bullets.

    The unprepared U.S. troops were like frightened birds. They crawled to the ground one by one in fright, and all huddled behind the trees. They all fired fiercely at the position where he was shooting. More than a dozen orange-red bullets flew like ferocious poisonous snakes, and they rushed towards him crazily.  Unknown enemy.

    Eric held the sniper rifle tightly in his arms and rolled quickly on the spot. The position he had just hidden was riddled with holes by a burst of whizzing bullets.

    Several American troops rushed forward under the cover of fire. The rapid firepower made Eric unable to even raise his head.

    Seeing that the situation was not good, Eric hurriedly fired three bursts, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The bullets shot out of the gun barrel, and the high-speed rotating scorching warhead instantly knocked down three daredevils, and three dead bodies were lying on the ground.  The blood stained the ground beneath the body red.

    The remaining US troops were surprised by Eric's precise marksmanship. Taking advantage of their stunned moment, Eric immediately reacted. Holding his sniper rifle, he rolled on the spot and crawled forward quickly, waiting to climb into the deep and lush woods.  Deep in the depths, the cat crouched like a leopard chasing its prey, running forward vigorously, and disappeared in the embrace of the virgin forest in the blink of an eye.

    Eric didn't run very far, because he suddenly discovered that his sniper rifle was out of bullets. The exchange of fire had wiped out all the bullets he had. Besides, he had also run out of food, so he had to kill one or two quietly.  A pursuer, seizing supplies from the enemy, otherwise he would definitely not be able to escape the clutches of the US military, but this wrong decision almost cost him his life.

    Eric was really a bold man. Not only did he not run away, he actually lurked in a dense spruce tree. He hid in the tall branches and leaves and waited patiently for a group of American soldiers.  The search line was very sparse, and he began to make up his mind to attack a lone American soldier in order to obtain supplies.

    An American soldier with a Mauser in his arms happened to come under this tree. He was very tired. He leaned against the tree and took out a small bottle of brandy, hoping to take a sip to warm himself.

    But as soon as the poor guy uncorked the bottle, Eric, who fell from the sky, hooked his neck from behind. His left hand suddenly covered his mouth tightly, and at the same time, his right hand violently wiped his throat with thunderous force.  Before the American soldier could scream, a sharp dagger cut his throat in an instant, and blood spattered far away.

    Eric quickly dragged the dead body into the jungle. He stripped the U.S. Army corpse of its belongings and pockets, and found some chocolate, some pastrami jerky, and a small bottle of brandy.  Eric had not eaten this kind of highly nutritious high-end field food for a long time. He wanted to eat it all, but he still saved it. He only ate a little beef jerky and kept the rest as rations for home, which he stuffed into his trouser pocket.

    Eric collected another pistol, four rifle magazines, two pistol magazines, and a grenade from the dead body, all of which he kept for himself.

    Eric hurriedly picked up the jug and took a big sip of brandy. The strong wine was like a flame that warmed from his throat to his heart, making his numb body from the cold feel much more comfortable. He lifted the jug again and returned the drink.  I want to take a second sip.

    ¡°Bang!¡± There was a distinctive muffled sound from a sniper rifle, and a bullet was fired from an unknown corner, knocking the wine bottle out of Eric¡¯s hand and ruining his good mood.  The bullet whizzed past his head, and the spruce tree beside him was shattered into pieces. It hit his neck. Eric felt that the bullet hurt him. It almost grazed his ear.  , it¡¯s a pity that the person who fired the shot missed by a few tenths of a millimeter, otherwise we wouldn¡¯t haveJack's life was ruined.

    "Oh no! Ghost sniper!" Eric couldn't help cursing in his heart, and his fear and nervousness also increased.  He quickly hid behind the broad spruce tree, holding the sniper rifle and not daring to move. He had to calm down his brain first and face this life-or-death sniper battle with a calm mind and great patience.

    The shooter was Second Lieutenant Lane of the U.S. Army. He was a fanatical supporter of war. Just the day before yesterday, he sniped and killed two German soldiers with his own hands. He was obsessed with the pleasure of the enemy falling in pain under his gun and getting a headshot.

    Ryan hid in the land with a disguise and raised his sniper rifle. He blended in with nature. His camouflage skills were very good.

    Ryan could have killed Eric with one shot just now, but his heart was filled with anger!

    Just when Eric jumped from the spruce tree to attack the American soldiers, Ryan had already noticed the abnormal shaking of the spruce branches through the telescope. He immediately judged with his sixth sense that they were German ones.  Hideout.

    Ryan has a kind of arrogance.  When this sharp gunman appeared, he felt incredible. For the honor of the US military, he had to make his opponent suffer double the panic and pain. He had to finish the cat and mouse game with the damn German, insult him as much as possible, and then slowly  Killing him slowly, rather than shooting him without his knowledge, would be too cheap for that bastard.

    The duel between senior snipers requires perseverance and patience.  However, the current situation is very unfavorable to Eric. It is dangerous to stay in this dangerous place for one more minute.  He has now been targeted by this ghost sniper and must kill him as soon as possible before he can escape.

    The duel between snipers requires perseverance and patience.  However, the current situation is very unfavorable to Eric. It is dangerous to stay in this dangerous place for one more minute.  He has now been targeted by this ghost sniper and must kill him as soon as possible before he can escape.

    Eric looked around and saw that the situation was very critical. Many US troops were searching following the sound of gunfire.

    "What should I do? Can I just sit back and wait for death?" Eric thought nervously. Suddenly, he looked at the dead body lying nearby. Eric's eyes lit up and he had a solution.

    He quickly took off his camouflage clothes, put it on the corpse, and pressed the corpse's rifle into the corpse's arms, trying to make it as realistic as possible. Then he aimed at the puppet stand and kicked it hard, and the corpse shivered.  The ground rolled like a soldier dodging bullets.

    Ryan suddenly saw a white figure rolling out from behind the big tree through the scope. It seemed that the guy was preparing to escape.

    "Haha, it's not that easy to escape from my grasp." Ryan thought proudly: "Baby, the game has just begun! I will slowly kill you! Revenge for the heroic American soldiers!" He moved at lightning speed  Sniper sight, "Bang!" A bullet accurately hit the figure's thigh.

    "Weird! Why didn't the German struggle? Is he dead?" Ryan thought in confusion, and suddenly his expression suddenly changed: "No! I've been fooled, this cunning German!" Thinking of this, he picked him up instantly  The sniper rifle was held at the waist and he was running fiercely. He had to get out of here quickly. He firmly believed that he had been exposed.

    Eric quickly calculated the trajectory direction from the bullet holes in the dead body, and thus located the lurking location of the ghost sniper.

    He quickly turned around from behind the big tree and took aim with the gun. He held the sniper rifle tightly in his right hand, and his index finger was resting on the cold trigger. It was trembling slightly. This was a spasm caused by nervousness and excitement.

    The cross sniper line always remained relatively stationary with the running figure. The center of the light blue lens was firmly wrapped around his chest. Using the arc-shaped scale line of the sniper scope, he immediately calculated the distance of the black shadow and quickly corrected it.  Shooting error, reserve shooting advance, when the target and sniper cursor intersect, pull the trigger decisively.

    "Bang!" There was a unique muffled sound of a sniper rifle, and the Mauser 98K sniper in his hand roared. The barrel spurted out blazing flames, and a 7.62 mm bullet made a blood-red bullet mark.  Following the sacred mission, it flew towards the target at high speed.

    Eric watched calmly through the scope as the ghost sniper fell to the ground.  He breathed a long sigh of relief. If he hadn't used a puppet substitute to lure the opponent into shooting, this guy would have been really difficult to deal with.

    "Bah!" The dead body in the mirror suddenly stood up and fired a shot at Eric.

    Ryan is not dead, it was just a trick on his part. He successfully deceived Eric with a dive. This trick was quite powerful because he had to risk his own life and have the ability to predict when the opponent would shoot.  ability.  Only an outlaw like Lane could do it.

    Eric only felt thatHis arms felt hot, and he was knocked down by the powerful momentum. He quickly pressed the wound tightly, and blood surged out from between his fingers.

    "Damn, this ghost sniper is too insidious, I am no match for him!" Eric thought in fear. Now that his right arm was injured, he even took out his rifle, and it seemed that he was dead.

    "Hahaha! You cunning guy, I said I would slowly torture you, and now the game is getting more and more interesting!" Ryan just deliberately shot the opponent's right arm, leaving the opponent unable to fight back.

    Ryan leisurely pulled the bolt, filled the gun chamber with a new magazine, and then approached Eric unscrupulously, shooting at him as he walked.

    "Come out! German! You can't escape! Haha!" Ryan laughed arrogantly.

    Eric gritted his teeth and didn¡¯t even bother to bandage his wounds. He didn¡¯t even need the sniper rifle. He covered his shoulders and ran deep into the woods. There was no way Ryan would let him go and followed him from behind.

    In the dense woods, Eric and Ryan were fifty meters apart. They were running almost parallel to each other in the same direction through the woods. Eric was competing for speed and courage, while the US sniper relied on marksmanship.  and sniper awareness.

    Ryan's skill with guns is first-rate. Not only can he shoot at moving targets while running, but every time he jumps over a fallen dead tree or natural ditch, he jumps high and uses a large weapon in mid-air.  Sniper fire and hit Eric with bullets!

    Eric ran at full speed with all his strength, and gunfire continued from behind.  The whistling bullets kept passing by him, and the branches beside him were shattered and splashed.

    In the process of evading the sniper kill, the US sniper fired a total of five shots, two of which almost killed him!  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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