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- Eric was speechless for a moment. Eric could think of thousands of bad reasons in an instant, but he didn't know which one to answer him with.
"We would rather be on the battlefield than endure endless training here every day and die inexplicably in enemy bombings!" Eric finally came up with this reason.
"Ah, people are bound to die. As for whether you die early or late, whether you die on the battlefield or by an enemy plane, what difference does it make?" He said in an extremely indifferent tone.
Eric had nothing to say. He really wants to know what kind of person this is, who regards life so lightly, and he is indifferent to it, including his own life. What else in the world can he pay attention to?
There was a series of rustling sounds over there, and Eric knew it was Billy who was restlessly moving his limbs to change his posture. Indeed, no one can bear to maintain a posture like this for a long time, but this time the noise he made was too loud and it would kill us. Eric was about to warn him when he heard him calling Eric.
¡°Eric, Eric!¡±
"Don't talk so loudly, Billy," Eric said hastily.
"Eric!" He whispered: "This won't work, Eric. Even if we lie down like this until we grow old, we will still inevitably die in the end."
"Otherwise, what else can we do?" Eric muttered.
"I heard, Eric, why don't we take a risk."
Eric¡¯s eyes lit up, maybe this guy would come up with an unexpectedly good idea to solve the dilemma they were facing.
"Hmm, tell me, what's your idea?" Eric looked forward to his sudden move.
"We formed a counter-sniper team." He said slowly.
This guy, I thought he would come up with some kind of genius idea, but I didn¡¯t expect it to be like this.
"You idiot, stupid pig, do you think we are doing a drill?" Eric shouted at him: "This is not a drill."
For such a high-level sniper, bait is a sure thing. The only chance now is to pray that he will pop out like a silly rabbit and hit the muzzle of our gun. But is this possible? Eric shook his head. This idea was nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Eric, I'm still going to be the bait like I did during the drill." Billy said word by word.
"What are you talking about? You're crazy. You don't know how dangerous this is" Eric understood. Eric was shocked. Billy, Eric's best friend, was in Eric's heart. Warmly, tears suddenly filled his eyes. But Eric couldn't, he couldn't base his life on the death of his friend. That would be too despicable of oneself.
"Billy, no, Billy, Eric can't." Eric was in a state of agitation and couldn't help himself, and his words were a bit incoherent.
Finally Eric said: "We are friends, aren't we? If we want to live, we will live together, if we want to die, we will lie together." Eric refused. At this moment, Eric was proud of himself. They are all noble people, aren't they?
Billy started to move, and Eric begged him desperately: "No, Billy, no, Billy, lie down, Billy!"
He ignored it, slowly crawled out from the pile of leaves, and said to Eric: "Eric, just like we did during the drill, concentrate and observe."
Eric yelled at him: "You fool, do you think I will be grateful to you for this? Get back here."
"Eric, you don't know." He began to straighten up slowly, shook his head at Eric, looked at Eric with a very complicated look and said, "You don't know, Eric, I'm like this I¡¯m not doing it for you, I¡¯m doing it for myself.¡±
He stood up completely, exposing himself, and moved his steps as he spoke, "Eric, what you should be looking at now is not me, but the front, Eric, don't waste -"
"Bang", a bullet roared through Billy's head, and his slightly fat body fell heavily on this foreign land. The fallen face was facing Eric's face, so peaceful and peaceful.
At this moment, Eric understood that death is sometimes a kind of relief for people. Extreme despair and fear have made him numb, turning a blind eye to his own life. He is looking for his own bullet. Now that the nightmare was over for him, he could finally rest quietly and undisturbed.
And what about yourself? After wiping away his tears, Eric felt as calm as water.
A shell screamed past the head and landed in an open space not far away. The smoke of the explosion rose in the forest.
"Thank God, praise you, merciful God!"
When the second cannonball fell, Eric gritted his teeth and jumped up from the ground. Countless shells exploded in front, back and left of Eric. The earth was shaking, the soil was plowed open, broken branches and countless gravel and mud were smashed down.
Eric ran and ran forward desperately, and a cannonball exploded under Eric's feet. Eric felt a wave of air throwing him into the air.
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When Eric woke up, he found himself in a simple cabin in the forest. A local girl who was picking mushrooms found and rescued Eric. She took good care of Eric until the German troops found him. Eric will never forget her. She has a pair of big, clear and transparent eyes, and she is simply a lovely angel.
The most unforgettable thing for Eric was the wild mushroom soup she cooked in plain water. It was so delicious that Eric would never get tired of eating it. Sometimes Eric would think that he might as well stay here for the rest of his life, but Eric couldn't forget Billy's eyes and the eight other friends who died tragically. Eric vowed to avenge them, and he would make the ghost pay with his blood.
In this way, Eric found Colonel Hawke again, and Eric wanted to become a person like him.
"Eric!" The colonel looked at Eric, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "If you are out for revenge, you'd better not come to me."
"Why?"
"Do you remember what I told you that day?"
What did he say to himself that day? Eric was thinking back.
"What's your name?" the colonel suddenly asked.
"Eric!" Eric agreed casually without thinking, "What?" Eric became alert.
"I said Eric, you and Eric should become special forces," he said eagerly: "I am a special warfare expert. I can see at a glance that you are a good material. You have talent and potential. Courage, I will train you to be a super warrior, a first-class sniper."
"Oh, my God, are you kidding me?" Eric said in shock. "Don't you know what I'm here for? I'm here to avenge my friends!"
"Eric, human nature is to kill each other. This nature is hidden deep in our hearts. We are eager to kill and shed blood. I guess your heart must be full of anger now!"
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"However, Colonel Hawke told him that real snipers do not kill for revenge. They naturally like this, just like wolves naturally like the smell of blood. Humans rely on their minds to gain a foothold in society, beasts rely on instinct to survive in the jungle, and snipers rely on intuition and keen observation to search for prey. They are a mixture of man and beast.
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In a corner of the jungle, Eric found clues. A few broken grass stems, a few scraps of food, and bits of soot falling next to the roots of the tree. Eric wasn't entirely sure it was him, but there must have been someone like him who had been here before, and he was still nearby. After demarcating his range of activities and pinpointing his most frequent paths, Eric began to carefully observe the surrounding environment and terrain to select the best sniping location.
Snipers are very particular about choosing a position, which determines almost half of the success of the sniper attack. A good sniper spot must not only have good concealment, but also require a wide field of vision, which can be attacked when advancing, and defended when retreating. It is best to give you a chance to fire a second shot.
There is a natural sniper spot right in front of you. A few rocks are looming among the densely packed bushes.
Eric quietly laid in ambush and waited quietly.
The waiting before every battle is always extremely boring and depressing. The wait is necessary and worth it for the excitement of that moment of successful hunting. Eric remembered a saying among snipers: "We focus on the process rather than the results."
It is said that it has some subtle connection with the love view of some contemporary young people.
Eric lay down and tried his best to stretch Eric's limbs and relax his muscles.
He saw the transparent sky, gray clouds, quiet forest, messy and weird shrubs, and green grass swaying in the wind; what he heard in his ears was the wind moving the spring, the crows and cicadas chirping, and the insects singing softly; he smelled in his nose What you get is the fragrance of wild flowers and the fragrance of earth.??Nature is so colorful, free and unrestrained.
"It's like being in a fairyland."
There was an unusual smell in the air. This is a scent that only masters have and only masters can smell. It's a fierce murderous aura.
Eric's adrenaline began to secrete, and Eric became excited. He immediately went into battle mode. Check the camouflage position, check the camouflage clothes on you, and check the firearms. After confirming that everything was correct, Eric opened the chamber of the gun and loaded a long 7.62mm armor-piercing sniper bullet into the chamber.
That kind of atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure on Eric is getting bigger and bigger. He could feel, no, he was sure, it was him, the "ghost". It was he who ruthlessly took the lives of his friend Billy and eight other comrades.
A raging fire burned in Eric's heart, and the time for revenge had come.
A vague black shadow appeared on the path of the forest in the distance. Eric was about to pick up the sniper rifle, but before he could take aim, the black shadow flashed and disappeared. Eric met a master, a true master. Only extremely good snipers have such instinctive reactions. He must have also smelled danger and known of Eric's existence.
Eric felt inexplicably excited. The more expert he was, the more energetic he felt.
Waiting, 10 minutes passed, no movement; 30 minutes passed, no movement; 1 hour passed, still no movement. They are both waiting, waiting for the other party to make the first move, waiting for the other party to make a mistake, even if it is an extremely small mistake.
Sniping is a competition of patience, but also a competition of perseverance and psychological quality. Whoever is stronger will be the winner. There is only one ending for losers, death. Eric knew what kind of opponent he was facing and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
¡°None of us will retreat. The ultimate dream of the best sniper is to have a one-on-one duel with the same excellent opponent. It would be a disgrace to us to retreat, between two men one must fall.
Eric searched carefully through the scope again, moving slowly from left to right, not missing every suspicious place: a clump of grass, a fallen leaf, a tree, a rock. Suddenly, a bright light flashed and then disappeared. Eric was overjoyed. The reflection was caused by the reflection of sunlight from the aiming lens. Eric got his bearings right, right at the pile of dead branches and leaves, with a few sparse shrubs in front.
Eric¡¯s heartbeat began to speed up, and he found a place that was a bit incongruous with the surrounding environment. It was dark, which may be due to the camouflage uniform. Stop and observe again, yes, yes, a pair of telescopes is exposed under a pile of fallen leaves. Eric really admired his opponent. He was so well hidden that he wouldn't have been able to find it if he hadn't checked repeatedly and carefully.
¡°Asshole, you villain, I finally caught you. Eric let out a sigh of relief.
Hold on, hold on. Eric slowly raised Eric's sniper rifle and fixed the sight of the scope on the lens of the opponent's telescope.
For this moment, Eric thanked Colonel Hawke, who allowed Eric to find something that would keep him from getting tired throughout his life. £® £® £® £® £®
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At the entrance of the barracks, Colonel Hawke scratched his extremely short hair and hesitated: "Let me think about how Eric should deal with you, Eric."
"Because of your behavior, I can arrest you as a troublemaker and send you to court or imprison you for three days. However," he finally decided, "I am still willing to give you another chance and let's play. How about a game? If you win, you can go."
"what game?"
¡°Sniper game, if you can beat me!¡±
Eric couldn¡¯t wait to teach this arrogant guy a lesson. Remember, you are also a person who has experienced life and death.
In this way, Eric and Billy stepped into the barracks with one step, and then stepped into the battlefield with another step.
As soon as the bullet came out, Eric realized, Oh no, Eric had made a mistake. For a sniper, mistakes mean death.
It is true that the bullet passed through the lens accurately, but he was not there. It was a trap, and he was playing "Escape from the Golden Cicada".
Death, this terrible word, once again came to Eric's head, and all the blood in Eric's body seemed to condense for it. Fear, this nightmare from the past, suddenly jumped out of his mind, like a pair of devil's claws, tightly grasping Eric's heart, strangling Eric's throat, making him unable to breathe or think.
Eric's mind went blank. OriginalHe thought he was strong, thought he was brave, thought Eric would no longer be afraid after experiencing the nightmare and could face life and death calmly, but this was not the case.
The truth is, Eric peed his pants. If that was a real bullet, he would be dead now!
¡°If he said he was willing to spare Eric, even if he asked Eric to get into his crotch, no, even if he asked Eric to eat shit, Eric would agree without hesitation.
Colonel Hawke is right. Just because you picked up a sniper rifle, it doesn't mean you are a sniper.
At the end of the training, Colonel Hawke told the snipers that just because you picked up a sniper rifle, it does not mean you are a sniper.
"Then what kind of person is a real sniper?" Eric asked carefully.
His eyes became blurred and unpredictable again: "Do you remember the ghost who sniped you?"
"I will never forget it in my life."
"Find him, the answer lies with him."
But Eric doesn¡¯t want to know the answer. Eric just wants to live, even if he lives like a humble cockroach who can only hide in a dark corner and never see the light of day.
For a long time, it felt like ten thousand years had passed, and Eric did not hear the gunshot in response. This is thanks to the sniper position he chose, which is very concealed. This bush was as tall as half a man. Although he was sure that Eric was here, he could not find Eric's specific location. But Eric couldn't move. He was in the dark, and he was in the light. He had the upper hand. Eric could feel him strongly, not far from him. Fate can really play tricks on itself, and Eric is back to the original predicament.
There were gentle footsteps coming from behind.
Eric was startled and immediately broke into a cold sweat. Could it be that he has sneaked around behind him? Eric turned his head hurriedly and saw a little girl carrying a basket leaving the bushes and appearing in front of Eric's eyes. She has a pair of innocent big eyes and her steps are as light as an angel. She turned out to be the little girl picking mushrooms who saved Eric.
When she first saw someone, she was very surprised. When he was recognized as Eric, a cute and naughty smile appeared on his round apple face.
Eric put his hand to his lips to silence her. She whispered curiously: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
¡°Hurry up¡ª¡± Eric wanted to tell her to leave quickly. But a terrible thought surfaced. Eric waved his hand to drive the thought away, but it penetrated into Eric's brain like a poisonous snake and took root there.
"I'm playing hide and seek here." Eric struggled to spit out these words! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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