In the dark night, the reconnaissance camera with automatic zoom and light change function allows McDonn to easily see all the details on the target mound, and even the few shrub leaves falling above the mound are clearly visible. The subtle cracks scattered above the mound allow McDonn to see clearly.

Moving the reconnaissance camera with satisfaction, McDaon only bets on the road full of shallow rut marks after confirming that the sniper hidden under the mound did not find his existence.

Obviously, it is to ensure the good condition of the road. Under extremely dry weather conditions, the broken gravel paved on the entire road has been carefully leveled, and enough water is sprinkled with so that the broken gravel and the soil coming from the wind can be effectively mixed together. After the wheels are crushed and manually repaired, the road surface of the entire road has been hardened and solidified enough, and there will be no ruts of half a meter deep on common highways in Africa, and there will be no dust and dust flying due to the passing of vehicles.

Miserably sighed in my heart about the people who built this road so willing to spend money. McDaun was just about to carefully determine which type of vehicle the rut on the road was, but a strange feeling suddenly surged in my heart...

Something seems to be wrong?

While moving the reconnaissance camera slowly, McDaon continued to observe the traces of ruts on the road, but in his heart he was re-judging everything he had just observed. However, in just over a dozen seconds, McDaon's hair suddenly stood up - the broken gravel road on this road obviously had more than one sprinkling and compaction operation. In such operations, the clean water sprayed on the road surface could not be completely absorbed in a short time, and would definitely flow along the slope of the road towards the shrubs planted on the roadside.

The irregular circular soil barriers made by artificially repaired around the shrubs will naturally disperse the water left on the roadside, soaking the soil on both sides of the road, thus causing a certain degree of soil slab!

So... why did the soil on the small mound hidden in the sniper have no obvious clamping phenomenon?

When an experienced sniper hides his location, he will never let his camouflage be so distinct from the surrounding terrain!

so......

This is a fake goal!

A fake target that is left to the opponent and let the opponent think he is capable of making a plan!

It's like the camouflage cloth that appeared in the city of Tavi!

Without any hesitation, McDaon didn't even bother to take the reconnaissance camera back into the bag of items on his chest. The elbows that supported his body had begun to exert force slowly, making his whole body retreat towards the ridge like a fat worm. At the moment of his body moving slowly, McDaon's eyes looked at the position where the opponent might be hidden around the fake target in a panic.

Obviously, if I hadn't stopped the attack just now, then I, who had now exposed my position, had already welcomed a whistling bullet. Then... where would the person who fired the gun?!

Behind another extra lush bush near the road?

Is it close to a few inconspicuous stones?

still.......

Almost subconsciously, McDonn's eyes suddenly looked at the 30-degree angle on the left side of the ridge line where he was located. If he wanted to use the mound of soil as bait to attract the peeper to expose it, then the best reverse hunting position should be on the ridge line that is almost parallel to him. In other words, he and the sniper who set up the bait trap may be only a few hundred meters away from each other!

Suddenly stopping his retreating movement, McDaon tried his best to calm his breathing down. He was like a moth eager to emerge from the cocoon. He slowly untied the camouflage cloth that was buckled on his shoulders and carefully slid out from under the camouflage cloth.

The latest digital camouflage uniforms and the lightweight camouflage nets hanging on the digital camouflage uniforms have an excellent camouflage effect in the dark night, making McDonn, who curled up, look like a ball of tumbleweed that is not growing lushly. Shaking his body gently, McDonn tried hard to imitate the tumbleweed swing when encountering the breeze. With the help of the slight swing of his body, he slowly turned the muzzle of the rifle in the carry position to the left side of the ridgeline.

Without McDaun's expectation, in his sight, something that looked like a plate-shaped rock appeared crookedly in a small gravel beach. Judging from the length of the plate-shaped rock, it was probably a sniper who was staring at the position of the bait trap below the edge of the ridge. Perhaps in order to clear the shooting range, in the longitudinal direction of the plate-shaped rock, there was a small piece of flat land less than fifty square centimeters, without any gravel.

But........Is this another obvious flaw?

If you choose such a sniper position, then you would rather find a way to fix the gravel relatively and clean up a shooting channel that is sufficient for shooting. You can't clean such a large and clean area at all?

Could this be another bait trap?

After taking a deep breath with difficulty, McDonn tried hard to calm down his mind, but the complicated thoughts that kept coming out of his mind made McDonn unable to make a quick decision!

Should we risk exposing our location and shoot at the most likely target to prove that our judgment is still accurate? Or should we be more careful and decide whether to shoot or leave quietly after making a 100% judgment?

For a moment, a strange idea even came to McDaone's mind - maybe he should really be equipped with an observer?!

Although the configuration of the observer is somewhat in conflict with his lone wolf-like hunting habit, when encountering such an indecisive situation, at least the observer can be used as his live bait to ensure that his sniping is still accurate?

There were so many thoughts in my mind that the fingers on the trigger guard ring of the sniper rifle seemed to be no longer as stable as usual. After swallowing hard, McDaone closed his eyes in pain. After pausing for a few seconds, he slowly retreated down the ridgeline and gradually disappeared in the dark night...

Under the gentle evening breeze, time passed quickly as if it was blown by the evening breeze. When the lights in the three circular earthen blocks gradually became dim and even the construction site was no longer so crowded, less than a hundred meters to the right of McDonn's hiding position, Gu Weisu's voice suddenly came out from a narrow gap under a weathered rock: "The target is out of my sight! Please confirm!"

But in a moment, a four-rotor light reconnaissance drone painted in black was already quietly swept over Gu Weisu's head like a unique blood-sucking mosquito in Africa. From the communicator that Gu Weisu was wearing, Fu Xiaofei's obviously nervous voice came: "The target has left... has retreated outside the warning circle we set!"
Chapter completed!