The devils moved slowly, but the toxins stinged by the wasp began to spread on him and began to affect his actions.

His mind became less and less clear, and he wanted to fall down and have a good sleep. He bit his lips hard, trying to keep his mind with pain and salty blood.

Well, there was a severe pain under his feet, and the sharp bamboo stick pierced the soles of his shoes. He shook his body and hurriedly sat down against a tree, panting heavily.

Found it! Chen Chen suddenly raised his fist and pointed to the location of the target. Yu Baogen nodded understandingly, lay in the grass, searching for the target.

Chen Chen locked the target from another angle, slowly stretched out the barrel from the grass, waiting patiently... He called silently in his heart.

The Japanese took off their shoes and simply bandaged the not-so-severe wound. The bleeding and pain seemed to relieve the symptoms of confusion. The Japanese perseverance and will to fight to death drove him to continue fighting.

After drinking some water and chewing two pieces of candy, he felt that he could move, but he didn't know that a black muzzle had already aimed at it, and was waiting for him to appear.

Slowly, Chen Chen saw the target. Although it was only half a head, the target was finally locked.

Yes, let's come out a little more, and the dirt-stained face of the Japanese finally revealed, close to the tree trunk, and he was observing.

"Bang!" Chen Chen's gun rang, and the bullet hit the Japanese's nose accurately, drilled into his head with broken bones, and then penetrated from the back of his head.

The Japanese opened their mouth slightly and fell to the ground dejectedly, red blood and white brains flowing out of the bullet holes.

The forest is full of dangers and murderous aura. The more you can't see, the more terrifying it is. No one dares to relax his guard, move carefully, approach, and test...

The murderous intent in the silence enveloped the forest. I don’t know when or where the bullets would be fired, so neither side dared to be careless, and they dared to shoot easily and expose their location.

Chen Chen and Yu Baogen quietly retreated to the back side, preparing to snipe the enemy approaching from the side.

Miyamoto and his companions realized that they might have lost one person, but that's what it was in the forest. There were grass and branches of trees at their feet. It was not only difficult to move quickly, but also easier to expose their targets.

Therefore, when he heard the gunshots, Miyamoto did not dare to approach quickly, so he could only move carefully towards the estimated position.

In the first round of competition, Chen Chen took the lead first, which also made the enemy more vigilant, but psychologically, the Japanese were at a disadvantage.

Now, snipers are not about shooting distances, but whoever hides better, who is more patient, whoever can find the opponent first will have a greater chance of winning.

Lift your feet lightly and walk slowly, for fear of making a little noise. The enemy and us move slowly in the forest like hide and seek.

Two hours passed, and no gunfire sounded. Two shots were fired outside the forest, and another battle was also underway.

Miyamoto put away his impatience and moved forward patiently with his companions.

At the same time, he corrected the route and followed slowly behind the second assistant. The bait was in front, and Miyamoto was like a sophisticated fisherman waiting for the prey to bite the bait.

The first Japanese corpse had been discovered by Miyamoto. After observing the direction of the bullet, Miyamoto did not do anything.

It is unimaginable to take the corpse out with murderous intent and not knowing where the enemy is hiding, at least it cannot be now.

Miyamoto signaled his assistant to stop and then find the positions separately, and they did not dare to move around easily.

The sky became gloomy, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the last ray of sunlight was also covered, and a darkness seemed to merge together.

The air was filled with a damp smell of soil, a sign of rain.

The world seemed to be quiet like this, leaving behind only the wind running around and the lonely and terrifying heartbeat.

Chen Chen and Yu Baogen hid in their respective shelters, observing the movements and taking turns to eat and drink. Chen Chen ate very slowly, which is a good habit and one of the requirements for snipers.

But Yu Baogen obviously didn't understand this. He might have wanted to seize the time, or maybe he was in a state of suffocation in the army.

The fried chicken pieces were delicious and delicious. He ate them very quickly and became full in a while.

The stuffy air began to tremble significantly, as if it was shaken; when the wind blew, the leaves rustled.

In the northwest direction, a rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, as if it was surrounded by thick clouds and could not struggle, the sound was dull and slow.

Chen Chen narrowed his eyes. He didn't like wind or thunderstorms. If the noise was too loud, it would affect his ears' discernment ability.

But that's how it is, it doesn't happen according to people's minds.

A flash of lightning cut open the rain clouds, and the thunder rumbling, and the slanted raindrops began to slap the ground, leaves, weeds, making a rustling sound.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, heavy and rapid raindrops fell swoop, and with the wind whirlwind, violently whipping from the sky like a whip.

Chen Chen and Yu Baogen were well prepared, had already put on their raincoats, and continued to squat patiently.

A flash of lightning flashed like a shaky knife, passing through the gray and black sky like a curtain. A crack broke into the sky, but the curtain closed again, just like when it had not been cut, only the rumbling thunder echoed in my ears.

Is it a figure? Chen Chen suddenly wiped the rain from his face, a little confused. He took a deep breath and breathed in the reverse direction. He slowly adjusted and narrowed his eyes.

The Japanese were indeed taking advantage of the opportunity of wind and rain to get closer, and the Yinxiao-style Miyamoto was following behind them.

Chen Chen made a gesture to Yu Baogen, and then moved quietly, leaving only the fake targets set on the spot.

The carbon black on his face was probably washed away by the rain. Chen Chen grabbed the wet mud and wiped it a few times on his face.

This is a large tree root that is intricately connected to the ground. Through the gap between the tree roots and the ground, he slowly extended his muzzle and observed the surrounding situation.

Without sword light and sword shadows, without shouting and rushing, the sniper world explodes in silence, shooting deadly bullets at unaware moments, pursuing the splendor of that moment.

Hard endurance, hunger and torture, test of perseverance, intellectual competition, hidden murderous intent, to be a brave hunter, one must give hardships that others can hardly imagine.

A dazzling lightning broke through the darkness, followed by a terrifying thunder, and the thunder sounded loudly spread throughout the sky.

Chen Chen narrowed his eyes and used the brief brightness of lightning to look for the enemy.

Every time the light flashes, it is an opportunity, and no one can predict the occurrence of lightning.

The ears almost lost their function, the leaves rustled, the raindrops fell, the wind blew, and all the strange sounds were covered up. The shaking of branches and the swaying weeds also increased the difficulty of observation and judgment.

The Japanese stopped and aimed at it with a gun. He found a grass in front of him moving, not like the wind blowing. After careful observation, he discovered the fake target set by Chen Chen.

Finally found you, the Japanese secreted adrenal hormones violently, and after careful observation, he pointed the sight of the rifle at the moving grass.

Miyamoto observed carefully with a scope behind his companion's side and back. He saw it more clearly and believed that both targets were fake.

The grass was shaking too strangely, as if someone was pulling it out with a stick or pulling it with a rope.

"Idiot!" He cursed in his heart, but did not want to expose his target and spoke out to remind him, searching the scope around the fake target.

"Bang!" The Japanese gunshots, the grass stops, and a sneer appears on his face.

Chen Chen quickly locked the position of the gunshot and narrowed his eyes.

A figure swayed and crawled in the grass. He was familiar with the terrain. It was a grass ditch, and the enemy might be crawling through it and exposed his head behind a small mound.

Prediction is very important. Through gunfire, animal and plant dynamics, bullet injection angles, and even guessing the locations that the enemy may use based on the terrain.

Chen Chen's experience and preparation came in handy at this time, and he just needed to wait patiently.

The rain was still rushing, and the cold rain kept flowing down along the disguise, ticking on the grass and on the gun.

The wind was still rolling up at the low point, bringing a cold feeling. Chen Chen adjusted his breathing, resisted the difficulties of the outside world and himself, and waited for the killing that moment.

The weeds on the mound were shaking in the rain, trembling in the wind. More than thirty minutes passed, and the Japanese finally slowly exposed their heads from behind the mound.

Among the weeds, first there was the barrel, then the forehead, and then the eyes. He carefully observed the movement through the grass.

"Bang hook!" Chen Chen gently pulled the board machine, and the bullet came quickly through the rain curtain. Before the Japanese heard the gunshots, the cold murderous intent had pierced his eyes and passed by his head.

He trembled like an electric shock, his head drooped weakly, and blood and rain flowed.

Miyamoto quickly captured the direction of the gunshot and observed through the scope.

The joy brought to the sniper by the success of sniper is endless, and the hard waiting is finally rewarded. Chen Chen let out a long breath, and although he did not jump up, he still relaxed his vigilance.

Oh no, Chen Chen suddenly felt like he was stabbed by a needle. He was shocked and suddenly tilted his body to the side.

A bullet flew over at this moment, rubbed his shoulder, scraped out a blood groove, and then his ears heard the sound of gunfire.

Yu Baogen could see Chen Chen from the side. Seeing him falling from the cover, he couldn't help but feel sank in his heart and almost screamed.

Chen Chen leaned against the tree and gasped quickly, passing by the god of death, only a slight difference. He felt scared and then felt the pain on his left shoulder.

A flash of lightning flashed past, and he saw Yu Baogen's anxious gaze not far away.

Grinning, Chen Chen waved his hand at Yu Baogen, tore off several cloth strips from the camouflage net, and gritted his teeth and wrapped the wound.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, like a giant's sword light flying in the sky; the rumbling rumbling made people's ears buzz.

Miyamoto gritted his teeth and hit his opponent, but his sudden movements prevented him from confirming whether he would kill with one blow.

He held a gun and aimed at the position where the enemy might appear again, maintaining a state of firing at any time.

Failure once is not the end, it is only when you give up completely.

Chen Chen tried hard to adjust his breathing, endured the pain and began to crawl slowly and move slowly.

The battle has to continue. Although the Japanese used fraud, there was no chance to retreat at this time. Leaving the back to the enemy is the stupidest thing.

When Yu Baogen saw Chen Chen start to act, he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Chen Chen was not seriously injured. But he began to complain and blame himself, why can't he help?

Chen Chen crawled forward for a while and stopped to adjust. The rain was cold and the juice kept rolling down from his forehead.

After waiting and fighting for such a long time, his physical strength was consumed a lot. He took out the wind oil essence used to repel mosquitoes in his arms and sniffed hard, trying to keep his mind awake.

Miyamoto stopped moving, the enemy was nearby, and the grass was pulled out, indicating that there was another enemy. In addition, the one who might have been injured rather than killed, he might have to deal with two, and he did not dare to be careless at all.

In confrontation, no one dares to neglect, no one dares to act rashly. In the darkness after the lightning, both sides adjusted their positions and observed carefully.

The rain seemed to be a little lighter, the dark clouds were thinner, the sky in the distance was exposed a little, and the forest seemed a little brighter.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the flames flashed, and the branches, weeds and soil rose and fell in the black smoke, crackling.

It turned out that it was Yu Baogen who threw a grenade to attract the enemy's attention and allow Chen Chen to receive brief cover of smoke.
To be continued...