The captain shook his head: "This man's marksmanship is top-notch in the world, at least in the top ten. The bullets can turn as if they have eyes. He can kill even people behind the car. If he is from another force, then we will definitely die today." !”
"what to do?"
"All we can do is pray!"
Hitola was silent. In fact, he had already thought of a person in his mind, the Chinese man sitting low-key in the corner smoking. He seemed to be on the edge of the world. The world had nothing to do with him, or he had nothing to do with the world.
But Hitola felt as if the world was controlled by him.
"Your Highness, it is now certain that we are fine for the time being. The sniper's bullets are all coming towards the other side. We cannot move!" the captain said.
"good!"
The captain has rich experience in battle, and Hitola listens to him.
"Your Highness, we cannot move!"
Liad, who had been standing in front of Hitola, said.
"Liad, there is no need to block like this. If a sniper wants to kill me, can your body be able to block the bullet?" Hitola said.
Liard said: "Your Highness, a sniper would not do this!"
"Are you talking about my father's people?"
"no!"
"Is it true?"
"Your Highness, it's probably them!"
The captain asked: "Who is it?"
"It's Abdul's friend, the Chinese who saved Abdul!" Liad said bluntly.
"If that's the case, then we're safe!"
The captain nodded, but he did not relax, nor did he fully believe that this was a basic quality on the battlefield.
They prayed in their hearts that it would be so.
…
At this time, there were not many people here in Uguwela, and there were screams everywhere.
Just now, two people turned around and ran away in fear. Waiting for them were bullets like death, and they died miserably.
Let alone attacking now, their feet were weak, there were screams all around, and they didn't dare to look at their companions.
Neither death nor life.
Wounded people are the greatest drain on the enemy on the battlefield. One wounded person requires the resources of at least two soldiers and at least one soldier to take care of him.
But the dead are different, they are thrown aside or transported to the rear.
At first, the sniper's headshots were to shock them, and then they were killed or alive, making them afraid and hitting them mentally.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what should we do..."
At this time, Umusa and Uguvilla were lying on the ground, which was the safest position.
"
What can I do? It's a sniper. We don't know where the sniper is. If he appears, he will be shot! Let alone run away. “Ugwuwela was distraught.
When things got to this point, there was nothing Ugwuwela could do.
Today is an interesting day, full of ups and downs.
Will there be any more soon
No one knows, just ask the author!
The ebony face was covered with ashes, and the lighting was not very good, but he could feel the despair of Prince Uguwela, and he was also desperate.
Just now, the guard in black was Uguwela's King Zha, but he didn't expect that he was the Red King Zha.
Uguvilla believed that this was arranged by his father, otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful, but he didn't understand when Karl became such a powerful sniper!
"ah… "
The men around him screamed again, and blood flowed to Uguwela's body. There were only a few men left around him.
Surrender
"Umusa, surrender, if we want to live!"
Uguwela was very sad. He had prepared so carefully and yet he failed unexpectedly. He was not convinced.
"Your Highness, is this really what you want?"
"Do you want to die? If you die, there will be no hope!" Uguwela said.
"But will Hitora let us go?"
"Yes!" Uguwela said.
"good!"
Wumusa really didn't want to die. He was very careful about his life during the battle at the border.
Surrender requires hoisting a white flag. Where can I get a white flag now
"Your Highness, there is no white flag!" Umusa said.
Uguwela moved his body and took out his white pants. Umusha was about to cry. He was very moved. It seemed that he was with the wrong person. If His Highness Uguwela could succeed, he would not treat her badly.
such a pity!
Wumusa took the white pants and put them on the barrel of the submachine gun, then raised them up.
boom…
The bullet came over and hit the barrel of the gun. The strong elasticity caused the bullet in Wu Musa's hand to fly to the ground.
"Your Highness!"
Uguwela's face was ashen, could he be killed? Too cruel!
"Again!"
"yes!"
Wumusa picked it up again.
boom…
Got knocked out again.
Ugwela said: "I will do it!"
"Your Highness..."
Umusa's mood was complicated. His Highness asked him to wander back and forth between heaven and hell several times. This time he was a little moved.
Similarly, Uguwela's heart was complicated at this time. It could have been successful, and Umusa was the scapegoat, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.
If it succeeds, the shit basin of Hitola and the king will be held on Umusa's head. Alas, the plan can't keep up with the changes.
Ugwela held up the submachine gun hanging on his white pants.
He was not killed. Uguwela knew that his father had done this on purpose. He was too cruel and wanted him to surrender!
This is to defeat him completely.
The sniper did not fire again. Uguwela stood up with a submachine gun in his hand. He could afford to lose and looked righteous.
"Your Highness..."
Uguwela looked at their complicated expressions and smiled: "You have to live!"
"Your Highness..." Wumusa was extremely moved. Why, why did His Highness fail
Uguwela ignored them and stepped forward.
"My good brother, you still dare not come out at this time? I can afford to lose, can't you afford to win?" Uguwela laughed loudly: "Haha, Hitola..."
Hitola walked up and was stopped by Liad, but he didn't care.
"Brother, I've given in to you all these years, isn't that enough?"
"Haha, you gave in to me? Yes, that's right, you gave in to me. You treated me as a fool. Do you treat me like a fool every time you look at me? Hitola, you are really My father’s good boy!”
"You think too much. I never thought about going against you, it's just..."
"Just what? You just want to be the king, right? Is that old immortal about to die and want to give you the throne? Why not give it to me? I am the eldest son, doesn't he like me very much? Why does everyone like me these years? Lied to me?"
Uguwela yelled like crazy. At this time, the old king in the king's motorcade on the other side looked at the scene on the screen in the car with a very calm expression.
The two of them have the same father, and they competed for each other's favor when their mother was still alive. They have been fighting openly and secretly since they were young. Shitola's mother died young and he lost the nepotism. Ugwuwela soon gained the upper hand. This kind of This status has been maintained for decades until now.
Maybe this is the moment that Hitola has been waiting for.
"Whose?" asked the old king.
The person in the passenger seat became nervous: "Your Majesty, I, we haven't found the sniper's location yet..."
"Keep the change, please!"
"yes!"
The old king continued to stare at the screen.
"Don't let me down!" the old king whispered.