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Chapter 297 Sniping (Part 2)

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    Whether in movies, in life, or in real wars, sniper is always a word that makes people palpitate and full of fantasy.

    These mysterious killers in the eyes of ordinary people are lonely falcons on the battlefield.  They stayed away from the battlefield, inspected everything with sharp eyes, selected targets, and killed them with one blow.

    Whether it is a senior military rank or a cigarette that flickers in the trench in the dark at night, after a finger in the depths of the cloud is gently shrunk, it becomes a name on the death list or a star on the sniper record list.

    The sniper is the cold god of death in the void.  Their bodies were shrouded in a dense fog that was difficult to disperse.  Quietly waved the scythe of harvesting life in nothingness, and left quietly.

    Very romantic, isn't it?  Unfortunately, these are all fucking legends.

    The fat man lay on his buttocks in a pile of rotting mud covered with dead leaves.  Straightening his neck, his eyes flicked back and forth in the scope.  Of all the skills he has painstakingly honed, liar is his favorite.  If sensuality was a skill, Fatty would choose this.  Anyway, snipers are what he hates the most.

    The reason why Fatty practiced sniping so hard at the beginning was that he was fooled by legends.  Because in his impression, snipers don't need to charge with guns.  Hide in a safe place and just hit other people.  Such a good thing was very attractive to the fat man who didn't understand much at the time and was greedy for life and afraid of death.

    In fact, unlike most people's romantic imagination, a sniper may be the most boring, lonely and unromantic profession in war.

    Without the forceful rush of the mech fighters, they collided forcefully.  There is also no infantry charging and fighting.  There is no passion, no life and death.  Snipers are always changing positions again and again, choosing targets, enduring the monotonous sound of guns and explosions, enduring hunger and cold, enduring the scorching sun, and enduring mosquitoes, rats and ants.  Just for the moment you pull the trigger.

    Most of the ancient snipers were equipped with observers.  Modern snipers, on the other hand, are lonely. They have to find their own targets and make their own judgments.  Their only partner is the sniper rifle that replaced the observer.

    In the training of snipers, they often hold heavy training guns and stand under the scorching sun or cold wind to aim for several or even ten hours.  Their eyes have to be trained so that they don't blink for a long time, and their arms are more stable than the butts of machine guns.

    They deal with boring subjects such as environment recognition, wind direction and force, light, angle, stealth and concealment, firearms knowledge, time control, and listening all day long.  Many of them finished their training and set foot on the battlefield, dying in corners where no one knew without firing a single shot.

    It's really because they hide so well that no one knows where they hide.

    In the scope, the electronic identifier has been turned on, and Stephen's height, weight and appearance characteristics have been entered by the fat man.  Once there is an eligible target, the scope will automatically lock and signal.  This is the ultimate goal.  Among the secondary goals, the fat man set the Gacharin epaulettes above the colonel.

    The Garand-like sniper rifle made by Milan uses the most advanced scope that Le Lei can get.  Chuckner "Hawkeye 1300e" with both optical and electronic modes.  In terms of value, this scope is twice as much as the sniper rifle it is installed on.

    And this sniper rifle is not cheap, in fact, it is better than the sniper rifles used by most of the top snipers in the universe.  When Milan makes things, it doesn't always consider the cost.

    Thinking of Milan, the fat man squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Garland. The smooth body of the gun was like Milan's cool skin.  After being intoxicated for a long time, I continued to look down on the scope.

    At the south gate of Clijsters Base, dozens of heavy transport trucks are lining up to pass several checkpoints.  The captain of the sentry on duty took the electronic ID card handed out by the driver and checked his fingerprints.  Other sentries climbed onto the truck to check.  Two old Gacharin-style [Holy Sword] 14 mechas, facing the energy muzzles, stood on both sides of the checkpoint and stared at them.

    A truck that passed inspection drove into the base.  A group of patrolling sentries marched neatly and lined up in a straight line, passing by the truck body.  On the apron to the left of the patrol, there are several training mechs that are older than the [Holy Sword] 14 at the door.  A maintenance team is crawling on several mechs for maintenance.

    On the east side of the oval training ground not far away, dozens of soldiers were panting for obstacle course training. A soldier who was about the size of a fat man climbed on a six-meter wall and couldn't get off.  Angrily, the officer below yelled.  Another thin soldier was holding a heavy energy rifle in the chest-length puddle with difficulty.? Inside and outside, the point on the front sight.

    In front of Skynet, some staff officers had already closed their eyes, and most of them were sweating from their palms.  The silence of the sniper rifle is relative to the target of the sniper.  In this mountain forest, the gunshot might not reach the Clijsters base, but it would definitely not escape the collection of the mecha that is no more than 100 meters away!

    "Death is the reincarnation of life. When we face each other" Fatty ignored the approaching patrols behind him, his breathing, in this silent recitation, entered the pole together with the sniper rifle in his hand.  Subtle shaking rhythm.

    The chanting continued: "I am not the killer, you are not the victim, we are just dragged into this vortex by fate"

    [Holy Sword] 18 individual mechas have reached the hillside behind Fatty.  It turned its body and looked around.  The body made a screeching sound.  Behind, the patrol soldiers followed up panting. A soldier leaned on a tree, bent over and panted and complained, which attracted the laughter of other soldiers.

    In the scope, several generals walked out of the door of the small building first, their bodies half sideways.  Following the half-surrounded direction of these generals, Stephen surrounded by them appeared in the front sight.

    The sunlight casts on the eaves of the door opening of the small building, casting a shadow obliquely.  Stephen walked forward quickly while talking about something.  Most of his body was blocked by a lieutenant general beside him. In the front sight, he could only catch a glimpse of his smiling face.

    Under a tree not more than ten meters behind the fat man, the soldier who was ridiculed feigned anger and waved the gun in his hand at his companion, making a threatening gesture.

    "In this vortex of the world, I have no choice" During the silent recitation, the black muzzle of the gun moved slowly.

    Stephen walked out of the shadows, took a deep breath in the sunlight, and immediately stepped down the first step.  And the general beside him has already stepped down the second step.  A gap suddenly appeared.

    "And you have no choice." The reading stopped.  Sight, firmly nailed to the target.

    As if thousands of years had elapsed, gunshots rang out.  In the Skynet screen, Stephen's head suddenly turned to the side.  A fluffy blood mist sprayed out, spraying the head and face of a general beside him who was talking this way.

    Several guards rushed forward, and a female officer who followed behind let out a shrill scream.

    Stephen fell down.  Head touches the ground.  The pool of blood that spread rapidly was so shocking under the sun.  A big hole was cut in the side of his head.  His eyes, wide open, stared at the sky.  In the sky, two unknown birds uttered crisp calls, chasing each other and flying up to the eaves of the small building.

    In front of Skynet, Nia grabbed Bonnie.  The hands of the two women were tightly clasped together.

    Time seemed to freeze.

    The fat man slowly retracted the gun.  The calm and cold face trembling a pair of eyeballs parted left and right, wishing to turn to the back of the head to see the movement behind.  His body began to sink.  The trembling lips continued to read silently.

    "Since we have no choice, don't blame me. Go with peace of mind. Don't come to me when I'm dreaming, don't look at me when I'm having sex"

    The soldier waving the energy gun in his hand looked stunned.  His partners were also taken aback by the gunshot, and after reflexively dodging, they all turned their heads and glared at him.  The soldier looked aggrieved and muttered, "It's not me!" while looking at the gun in his hand over and over again.

    The fat man's eyes were already sunk into the mud, and through his air-breathing hollow tube, he continued to chant scriptures vaguely and persistently: "As the saying goes, die early and reincarnate early. It's also called when it's time to repay the wrong. The next few, let  My soul cannot be at peace. Can you do me a favor and call me back?"

    In front of the Skynet screen, these few seconds are as long as centuries.  It's maddeningly long.

    As the patrolling soldiers looked at each other, their expressions became extremely strange.  At the same time as they spread out in a vigilant formation, the fat man's hair finally completely sank into the mud.

    A small air bubble quietly floated up in the muddy water.  The blister turned around, as if it had been absorbed by something, and got under a dead leaf.

    In the sky, a fighter plane roared, lower and lower, and landed towards the airport far from the base.  At this time, a sharp and piercing siren suddenly sounded from the base.

    On the roof, by the side of the road, at the gate.  The warning light spun desperately, and the red light dyed the entire base red.

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