The soldiers of the government army walked very slowly, wandering around like they were playing around. When they approached, the sky was about to start to light up, and the cross of my scope had flashed across their heads countless times.
The cross of the scope aimed at the heads of the soldiers walking at the end of the line. In an unknown state, the trigger was pulled 5 times in succession from the end of the line to finish the bullets in the magazine and the time to replace the magazine. The only remaining government soldier was frightened, dropped his gun and ran away. The soldier running for his life in the sight was full of horror. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with tears on his slightly immature face, and a look of collapse. The state just now disappeared suddenly, replaced by panic, and couldn't bear to shoot again. Enduring the unhappiness in his heart, he aimed the cross in the scope at the back of the deserter.
"Ding", a loess was splashed in the dirt road behind the deserter, and there was no hit. "Ding" VKS with a silencer made a soft noise, but it still missed. I was already panicking, another shot was still missed, but another piece of dirt was flying on the dirt road.
"Meditation". The blind man’s voice came from the radio.
I took a deep breath and pointed the scope at the back of the target again. With a soft "ding", I still missed, and there was the last bullet in the magazine. After hesitating for a while, the target was already there. 1000 meters away, the cross locked the back of the deserter’s head, with a "ding", the last bullet in the magazine whizzed out, a cloud of blood exploded from the head in the scope, and a blood arrow ejected from the wound. More than one meter high, the headless corpse ran two more steps against the inertia of the forward thrust before slowly falling to the ground.
Looking at the broken red, yellow and white pieces, they are so clear in the scope. The strange thing is that I didn't feel nauseous, I felt flustered, but I felt very happy in my heart, as if I was killing people in a game. There is a kind of The pleasure after the killing.
I think I am in love with my current profession.
"The gun feel is good, but since the sixth shot, I can't compliment it. It's just shit. Is your scope full of stool?" The blind man scolded fiercely on the radio.
"Um.. Blind, aren't you resting? How do you know that an enemy is approaching." I started to change the subject. I originally wanted to use the bodies of these 6 government soldiers to find a little dignity in front of the blind. did not expect. . . . . Was scolded again.
"If you, a rookie, are reliable, the sow can climb the tree. Take care of the traces and retreat to me."
"How do I know you..." Before I finished speaking, I saw the reflection of the sight of the sniper rifle in the distance. The blind man was telling me his location.
The blind man’s hiding place was in a tall grass, and he was dusted with tear gas powder around him, which prevented the intrusion of wild animals from exposing the position. Hearing the sound of me approaching, the blind man closed his sight from the scope.
The blind man looked at me up and down, "It seems that you have initially grasped the rhythm of the battlefield."
"Battlefield rhythm? What is that?" I wondered what it was.
"The rhythm of the battlefield is just the name I gave him angry. Simply put, it is your instinct on the battlefield. Your performance just a moment ago surprised me. 5 rounds of bullets killed 5 enemies, and all of them hit the heart. , Even the average sniper rarely has such results, let alone you, a rookie who has just touched a sniper rifle for a day. This is what I call battlefield instinct, but your performance afterwards is simply terrible. Tell me if you are upset and scared." The blind man dragged my collar and stared at my eyes.
I threw the gun, hugged my head and sat on the ground, "I am scared. I have become a murderous executioner. I am afraid that I will not be able to restrain this desire to kill in the future. My family and friends will hurt."
The blind man dragged me up from the ground, "No, brother, you only need to maintain this instinct on the battlefield. You have just entered the battlefield, and some have time to adjust. My first actual battle is not as good as you, I I remember that I was almost scared to pee at the time, haha, you have performed very well". The blind man tried his best to comfort me.
"Come on, Lin Zhan, before the sun rises and the weather is not hot, let's move on! Ao---" the blind man screamed into the distance.
The horizon in the distance began to show a white belly, the sun will soon rise, and a brand new day has arrived.
"Blind man, how did you know that an enemy was approaching?" I have always been puzzled about this matter. I did not warn the blind man at rest, and the government troops did not fire. The sound of my VKS with a silencer fired was so small that I could not hear it at such a distance.
"Well... Hey" the blind man smiled treacherously. "Ten Plates of Mapo Tofu". Sure enough, I was not at ease.
"Five Plates". I sit down and bargain.
"Deal. I just woke up when I felt that there was an enemy nearby. This is just an instinct. Based on my own feeling, this is also one of the instincts on the battlefield, and you will feel it in the future. Another point is Your first shot was murderous. Okay, I'm done, remember to go back and make me mapo tofu."
intuition? murderous look? I will be murderous? I stood in place and thought quietly, could it be the blind who am entertaining me? Dog R's, only five plates of tofu, can afford it.
"What's the murderous spirit?" I asked after chasing the blind man.
The blind man stopped and replied earnestly; "It is a kind of aura and temperament that naturally arises when killing people. Some people kill too many lives, and they will always carry this temperament around them. But like doctors, brothers and others have already arrived. At a high level, because they talk about too many people, their murderous aura is restrained, they can't feel it when they get along, even when they are killing people."
Before the sun all rose, the blind man and I found a small bush, prepared to take a short rest, and then find a suitable sniper spot. I ate some beef jerky, chewed a few bites of the energy bar, took a cherished sip from the water bottle, and seemed to have to look for water to drink. The water in the water sac ran out last night.
I have to say that the energy bar is too strong, and it can last a long time after a few bites. The only drawback is that it is too unpalatable. There is also chocolate. If it is not bitter, I would think I am eating shit.
"Blind, do you still have water? We think we should go find water."
"Okay, we will leave in half an hour. I'm really fed up with this beef jerky. You must cook me a national Z meal when you go back."
"NO, NO, NO, there are only 5 plates of Mapo tofu, I like to eat or not." Assault is indispensable for cooking. Revolver and them are all big belly guys. This is exhausting me.