Whether in movies, in life, or in real war, sniper is always a word that makes people palpitate and is full of fantasy.These mysterious killers in the eyes of ordinary people are arrogant falcons on the battlefield.Far from the battlefield, they scrutinize everything with a sharp eye, select a target, and kill with one blow.Whether it was a high-ranking military rank or a cigarette that flickered out in the trenches in the dark night, a finger in the depths of the cloud gently constricted, becoming a name on the list of killed or a star on the list of sniper records.The sniper is the grim grim reaper of the void.Their bodies were shrouded in a thick fog that was difficult to disperse.Quietly wielding the scythe that harvested his life in the void, he quietly left.It's romantic, isn't it?
It's a shame that these are fucking legends.The fat man pouted and lay on his stomach in a pile of rotten mud crawling with dead leaves.His neck was stubbed, his eyes swept around the scope.Of all the skills he worked on assiduously, the liar was his favorite.If nymphomania is a skill, the fat man would choose this.Anyway, snipers are what he hates the most.The reason why he practiced sniping hard at the beginning was that the fat man really fell for the legend.Because he had the impression that a sniper didn't have to charge stupidly with a gun.Hide in a safe place and just hit others.Such a good thing has a great attraction to the fat man who didn't understand it very well at the time and was greedy for life and afraid of death.In fact, contrary to most people's romantic imagination, snipers are perhaps the most boring, lonely, and least romantic profession in war.Without the overwhelming rush of the mechwarriors, they collided hard.There was no infantry mountain to shout and tsunami to charge and fight.There is no blood boiling, and there is no life and death.Snipers are always changing positions again and again, choosing targets, enduring monotonous cannons and explosions, enduring hunger and cold, enduring scorching voices, and enduring mosquitoes, rats and ants.Just for the moment when the trigger was pulled.Ancient snipers, most of which were also accompanied by observers.And modern snipers, who are lonely, they have to look for targets on their own and make their own judgments.Their only companion was the sniper rifle that replaced the observer.In the training of snipers, they will often hold heavy training guns and stand in the scorching sun or cold wind to aim for several or even ten hours.Their eyes, trained like this until they don't blink for a long time, have more arms than the butts of machine guns.They spend their days dealing with environmental identification, wind direction, light, angles, stealth and concealment, firearms knowledge, time control, and listening.Many of them completed their training and went on the battlefield to die without firing a single shot.It's because they're so well hidden, so good that no one knows where they're hiding.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 a suitable target, the scope will automatically lock on and send out a signal.That's the ultimate goal.In the secondary goal, the fat man set the epaulettes of Gacharin above the colonel.The Milan-made sniper rifle in the shape of a Garand uses the most advanced scope that Leray could get his hands on.Chuckner "Hawkeye 13ooe" with both optical and electronic modes.In terms of value, this scope is twice as large as the sniper rifle it is equipped with.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.Milan has never thought much about the cost of making things.Thinking of Milan, the fat man squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheeks on Garand, and the smooth body of the gun was like Milan's cool skin.Intoxicated for a long time, he continued to put his eyes on the scope and look down.At the south gate of the Clijsters base, dozens of heavy transport trucks are lining up to pass through several checkpoints.The captain of the sentry on duty took the electronic identity card handed out by the driver and checked the fingerprints.Other sentries climbed into the truck to inspect.Two old Gachalin-style [Holy Sword] 14 mechas, facing the energy cannon muzzle, stood on both sides of the sentry post and stared at each other.A truck that had passed the inspection drove into the base.A patrol sentry lined up in a straight line as they passed the truck.In the tarmac to the left of the patrolman, there were several training mechs that were older than the [Holy Sword] 14 at the door.A maintenance team is crawling on several mechs for overhaul.Not far away, to the east of the oval training ground, dozens of soldiers were panting for obstacle course training, and a soldier about the size of a fat man climbed on a six-meter wall and couldn't climb down.Angry, the energy rifle was a foot deep and a shallow foot in the chest-high puddle, crying as he walked.In the aisle next to the training ground, two colonel officers were talking about something, and when they saw a lieutenant general approaching, they hurriedly stood up and saluted.Unbeknownst to the hurried lieutenant general, his head was being aimed at a sniper rifle three kilometers away in a straight line.He returned the salute hastily, handed the electronic folder he was holding in his right hand to his left, and walked briskly up the stairs of the main door of a small building, disappearing into the doorway beside the saluting sentry."
Whew."
The fat man exhaled softly.Finding key targets along the lines of the characters in question is a common method for snipers.And this lieutenant general, under the watchful eye of the fat man, is the seventeenth officer to enter this tightly guarded small building at the rank of colonel or above.From this, the fat man can be sure that even if Stephen is not here now, he will definitely be here at some point.For these generals and nobles of Gacharin's military, the fat man could not be more familiar.The Skynet pictures taken by the little kid point to the same place as the command forces of the Stephen Group.At such a critical moment in the battle situation, who could gather so many high-ranking generals here except Stephen?
All that seems needed now is to wait.The scope moved gently.The small building is a typical Tanville building.It has slender windows and heavy doors.The building is three stories high, and when viewed from the air, it has a concave shape.On the herringbone roof, there are also several attic-like windows.The beige walls of the entire building are covered with ivy.Compared to the other buildings on the site, this small building is inconspicuous in its location and shape.It looks like an old library on a college campus.Naturally, the fat man will not be deceived by the appearance of this building.Such buildings can be found in almost every base in Gachalin.The North Building II of the Mythical Legion is an example.When the base was built, it was used as a gathering place for military commanders and commands, and these buildings were usually made of high-strength alloy walls.In other words, under the old appearance of the small building, it is actually a pair of steel and iron bones.The several attics on the roof of the small building are actually small anti-aircraft missile bases.There, at least one platoon of soldiers was responsible for aiming missiles at any flying object that entered the air defense zone.The layout around the small building is also exquisite, and the entire building is guarded by other buildings and armored camps, missile launchers and firing points scattered around it.Water can't be splashed.The building is not to think of entering.The fat man believed that even if he could sneak into the base, as long as he got close to that small building, at least hundreds of pairs of eyes and hundreds of guns would be staring at him at the same time.Like a fat earthworm, the fat man carefully retracted his body into the dirt covered with rotting leaves and dead branches.Only eyes and sniper rifles are exposed.Despite changing into protective clothing, the biodetection radar in the enemy base is not vegetarian.If the upper body is exposed to the outside for a little too long.I might have confessed this body here.Two [Fighting Falcon] armored fighters rose from the distant horizon of the base, one after the other in the air, whistling low above the fat man's head.The mountain wind blew, and the canopy swayed and rattled.A few frightened birds fluttered their wings and flew up, and after a few circles they returned to the woods.A three-step snake peculiar to Mozici weaves through the fallen leaves.It swam not far from the fat man, spit out the letter, and the snake's head was slightly raised and swung from side to side, and swam away in a different direction.Among the dead leaves, there were two slight noises, and then there was silence again.The fat man turned a deaf ear to everything that was born around him.He rested his face against the butt of his gun, his eyes on the scope, like a lifeless stone sculpture.His body has become completely integrated with the environment.The heartbeat is only forty beats per minute.No more, no less.Breathe evenly and gently for a long time.Sniper rifles, keep firing.The crosshair of the scope is set at the door opening of the small building.The word "waiting" is a stupid way to do it.However, for snipers, this is often the way it is used.The difference between the Sniper and the farmer is that the Sniper is more patient and will choose the tree that is most likely to be touched by the rabbit.In the scope, two sentries on the left side of the small building block the gate by a small half.And down the steps in front of the doorway, a few large trees, and plants from the small garden in front of the building, forming a semi-sheltered space.What may seem like a small gap will cause a lot of trouble for snipers from several kilometers away when the target is moving.If you add in the guards or others next to the target, there is almost no chance of sniping the target.The crosshairs of the sniper rifle, with the fat man's breathing, swayed back and forth like a swing, up and down the doorway and the short three stairs in front of the doorway.This distance is the fat man's only chance to snipe Stephen.Once Stephen gets out of this position, the success rate of sniping will be reduced by 80%.Reluctantly making a move is extremely unwise for any sniper who snipes at an important target.Buried in the mud for a long time, the blood supply is already a little difficult.The fat man adjusted the rhythm of his breathing.Thousands of miles airborne, long runs.This is the only opportunity to come and wait.The fingers, half a centimeter from the trigger, the eyes and the heartbeat, are the only parts of the body that are active.The rest of the body is no longer your own.For a good sniper, the body is nature, the dirt, the trees, the mountains.After entering the sniper position, what the sniper needs is to be calmer and calmer than this mountain forest.In front of Skynet, there was a dead silence.No one cares about how Skynet invaded the anti-detection system to obtain the footage.Waiting is a kind of torment.This kind of torment is especially strong against the backdrop of the stone-like fat man in the mud.The base of Clijsters is still noisy and busy.Transport convoys, mechs, soldiers come and go.The training on the training ground was over, and the two soldiers, one fat and one thin, were bloody, and the dogs who were left behind by the training officers to scold them.In the distance, patrol fighters took off and landed.And Stephen, still did not appear.The high-ranking officers who entered the small building also seem to have disappeared.What are they doing now, in meetings, in planning operations, chatting over coffee?
Everyone's mind is full of speculation.They tried to calm themselves down and not be so upset, but the chaotic thoughts still appeared in their minds from time to time.A few hours have passed, what about the fat man, what is he thinking about now.When will he be able to complete that earth-shattering blow in the depths of this mud?
Will that shot hit?
Will his hands tremble?
On the Skynet, the fat man tilted his ear.The atmosphere in front of Skynet suddenly became tense.Less than four hundred paces away from the fat man, a patrol consisting of a [Holy Sword] 18 and five soldiers appeared.The battle meeting was over, and Stephen leaned back in his chair and gave a rare stretch.The aristocratic cultivation and prudence he cultivated since he was a child rarely made him so loose in front of everyone."
It was defeated."
Stephen looked at the battle report in his hand again with some unsatisfactory feelings.No one could have imagined that Gacharin's most elite legion, the most stinky general, would be thrown to pieces.Reinhardt this time can be regarded as a disgrace.The news, a few hours ago, wasn't all that funny.However, when Desik's armored forces captured Pulsk with a thunderous force and rushed eastward, the news became interesting.By mistake, under his own management, Fei Yang's elite armored division is still trapped in it.Nearly 40 infantry divisions and 16 armored divisions took turns to block the attack, so that the Feiyang people were never able to form an effective breakthrough.The scales of victory, tilting towards themselves a little bit.As long as this campaign is over, West Dating understands that Reinhardt is not as strong as he seems.The one who really dominates this planet is the old aristocracy of Gacharin!
Or the Morton family!
Stephen put down the battle report and looked up, in the battle room, the generals were chatting with relaxed expressions, and some people were still adding coffee to their cups.None of them seemed ready to leave right away.After straining your nerves for so long, now is a rare opportunity for everyone to relax.Suddenly, Stephen remembered his older half-brother.After a hint of depression, he shook his head and smiled, thinking about it now, he couldn't help but push himself too hard.The future is still growing.Stephen stood up and walked out, surrounded by a few gossipy generals and cronies.The 39th Division is the last decisive force in hand.Now, it is time to let this tiger out, and to add to the mistake, it must not be lost before the dawn of victory.And he has already prepared an impassioned speech, and he will personally perform for his most descendant team.The corridor of the small building is a little dark.This is determined by the building materials of this fortress-like building.Walking down the stairs, outside the gate that had been pushed open by the guards, the sun was shining and the air was fresh.Stephen smiled and walked towards the door.The patrol made its way up the ridge path.Perhaps it was because in the rear, the soldiers on patrol were chatting as they walked.The noise is getting closer."
Turbidity is quiet Xu Qing."
The fat man was still holding the gun steadily, and at this time, he was not only heartbroken.He even turned himself into a peaceful lake.The sound and vibration of the mecha getting closer and closer behind him have been excluded from the six senses.When in the scope, several guards pushed open the door and walked out, in a warning position.In the fat man's consciousness, the whole world disappeared, and only three kilometers away, only that point on the crosshairs.In front of Skynet, some staff officers had already closed their eyes, and most of them had already sweated in their palms.The silence of the sniper rifle is relative to the sniper target.In this mountain forest, that gunshot may not reach the Clijsters base, but it will definitely not be able to escape the collection of the mecha that is only 100 meters away!"
Death is the cycle of life.When we faced each other......
"The fat man ignored the approaching patrol behind him, and his breathing, in this silent recitation, entered the slightest rhythm of shaking along with the sniper rifle in his hand.The recitation continued: "I am not a killer, you are not a victim, we are just, dragged into this whirlpool by fate......"
[Holy Sword] 18 single-soldier humanoid mecha has already walked to the hillside behind the fat man.It turned, making its rounds around.There was a screeching sound in the mech.Behind, the patrolman panted and followed, and one soldier leaned against a tree, bent over and panting and complaining, drawing laughter from the other soldiers.In the scope, several generals stepped out of the door of the small building first, their bodies half on their sides.In the direction of the half-encirclement of these generals, in the crosshairs, a crowded Stephen appeared.The sunlight casts on the eaves of the small building's doorway, slanting down a shadow.Stephen was talking as he walked briskly forward.Most of his body was blocked by a lieutenant general beside him, and in the crosshairs, he could only glimpse his smiling face.Under a tree just over ten meters behind the fat man, the mocked soldier waved the gun in his hand at his companion in a threatening gesture."
In this earthly whirlpool, I didn't choose ......"
The muzzle of the black hole slowly moved as he read silently.Stephen stepped out of the shadows, took a deep breath in the sunlight, and quickly stepped down the first step.And the general beside him had already stepped down the second step.A gap suddenly flashed."
And you...
There is no choice either. ”The chanting stopped.The front sight, firmly nailed to the target.It was as if after 10,000 years, and the gunshots rang out.In the Skynet picture, Stephen's head suddenly shifted.A scattered mist of blood erupted, spewing his face all over the face of a general beside him who was talking to him.Several guards pounced, and a female officer, who followed behind, let out a terrible scream.Stephen fell.Head touches the ground.The rapidly spreading pool of blood was so shocking in the sun.His head was cut with a large hole in the side.His eyes, hollowly open, stared at the sky.In the sky, two unknown birds, with a crisp call, chased each other and flew up to the eaves of the small building.In front of Skynet, Nia grabbed Bonnie.The hands of the two women, clasped tightly together.Time, as if frozen.The fat man slowly withdrew his gun.calmly and coldly on his face......
Trembling...
A pair of eyes parted left and right, eager to turn to the back of the head to see the movement behind it.His body began to sink.His lips trembled, and he continued to read silently.“…… Since we don't have a choice, so, don't blame me.Go with peace of mind.When I'm dreaming, don't come to me, don't look at me when I'm **......"
The soldier wielding the energy gun in his hand looked stunned.His companions, also startled by the gunshot, turned back and glared at him after reflexively dodging.The soldier looked aggrieved and muttered, "It's not me!
”While flipping the gun in his hand over and over again.The fat man's eyes had sunk into the mud, and through his breathable hollow tube, he continued to chant the scriptures vaguely and persistently: "As the saying goes, early death and early reincarnation."
And the so-called, when is the time for retribution.The latter ones make my soul not tranquil.Can you do me a favor and call it back?
”In front of the Skynet screen, these few seconds are as long as centuries.It's crazy.The patrol soldiers looked at each other with strange expressions.At the same time as they dispersed in a vigilant formation, the fat man's head finally sank completely into the mud.In the muddy water, a small bubble floats quietly.The blister turned, as if caught in something, and burrowed into a withered sky, and a fighter plane whizzed, lower and lower, towards the airfield far from the base.At this moment, a sharp and piercing alarm suddenly sounded from the base.On the roof, on the side of the road, at the gate.The alarm lights spun desperately, and the red glow stained the entire base.
(To be continued)