Chapter 71 Sniper Killing (Part 2)

Whether in movies, in life, or in real wars, sniper is always a word that makes people feel frightened and full of fantasy.

These mysterious killers in the eyes of ordinary people are aloof falcons on the battlefield. They stay away from the battlefield, examine everything with sharp eyes, select the target, and kill with one blow.

Whether it is a high-ranking military rank or a cigarette flickering in a ditch in the dark night, a finger in the depths of the clouds and smoke will gently shrink and become a name on the death list or a star on the sniper record list.

Snipers are the cold gods of death in the void. Their bodies are shrouded in a thick fog that is difficult to dispel. They quietly swing their sickles to harvest lives in the void, and then leave quietly.

Very romantic, right? Unfortunately, these are all legends.

The fat man lay on his back in a pile of rotten mud covered with dead leaves. He held his neck and glanced back and forth in the scope. Among all the skills he studied hard, liar was his favorite. If

If nymphomania could be considered a skill, Fatty would choose this. Anyway, snipers are what he hates the most.

The reason why Fatty practiced sniping so hard in the first place was that he had fallen for the legend. In his impression, snipers didn’t have to charge blindly with a gun in hand. They could hide in a safe place and just hit others. Such a good thing,

It had great appeal to the fat man who didn't quite understand it at the time and was greedy for life and afraid of death.

In fact, unlike most people's romantic imagination, sniper may be the most boring, lonely and unromantic profession in war.

There is no mecha warrior's overwhelming charge and fierce collision. There is no infantryman's roaring charge and fight. There is no blood boiling, and there is no life and death. The sniper is always changing positions again and again, choosing targets, and enduring monotony.

The sound of gunfire and explosions. Enduring hunger and cold, enduring the scorching sun, enduring mosquitoes, rats, and ants just for the moment of pulling the trigger.

Most ancient snipers were equipped with observers. But modern snipers are lonely. They must find their own targets and make their own judgments. Their only partner is the sniper rifle that replaces the observer.

In the training of snipers, they often hold heavy training guns and stand under the scorching sun or cold wind for several or even ten hours. Their eyes must be trained in this way until they do not blink for a long time.

The arms are more stable than the butt of the machine gun.

They deal with environment identification, wind direction, light, angle, stealth and concealment, firearms knowledge, time control, interception, and other boring subjects all day long. Many of them completed the training and stepped onto the battlefield. They died without firing a single shot.

Nooks and crannies that no one knows about.

It's really because they are so well hidden that no one knows where they are hiding.

In the scope, the electronic identifier has been turned on, and Stephen's height, weight and appearance characteristics have been entered by Fatty. Once there is a target that meets the conditions, the scope will automatically lock and send a signal. This is the ultimate target. In the secondary

Among the goals, the fat man set the Gacharin epaulettes of senior colonel or above.

This Garand-like sniper rifle made in Milan uses the most advanced scope Leray can get. The Chuckner "Eagle Eye 1300e" has both optical and electronic modes. In terms of value,

, this scope is twice as powerful as the sniper rifle it is mounted on.

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 never considers cost when making things.

Thinking of Milan, the fat man squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Garand. The smooth gun body was like Milan's cool skin. After being intoxicated for a long time, he continued to put his eyes on the scope and look down.

At the south gate of the Christels base, dozens of heavy-duty transport trucks were queuing up to pass several checkpoints. The sentry captain on duty took the electronic ID card handed out by the driver and checked for fingerprints. Other sentries climbed onto the trucks.

Inspection. Two old Gacharin standard Holy Sword 14 mechas were facing the energy cannon muzzles. They stood on both sides of the checkpoint and stared at them eagerly.

A truck that passed the inspection drove into the base. A group of patrol sentries walked in a straight line and passed each other in a straight line. On the apron to the left of the patrols, there were several vehicles parked on the apron.

Jian 14 is an older training mecha. A maintenance team is climbing on several mechas to perform maintenance.

Not far away, to the east of the oval training ground, dozens of soldiers were panting and performing obstacle course training. A soldier who was about the same height as a fat man climbed on a six-meter wall and could not get down. The officer below was so angry that he

Yelling. Another thin soldier was struggling to hold a heavy energy rifle in the chest-high puddle, crying as he walked.

In the corridor beside the training ground, two colonel officers were talking about something. When they saw a lieutenant general approaching, they quickly stood at attention and saluted. The hurried lieutenant general did not know that his head was being hit in a straight line three kilometers away.

The sniper rifle was aimed at him. He returned the salute hastily, handed the electronic folder held in his right hand to his left hand, quickly stepped up the main door stairs of a small building, and disappeared into the doorway next to the saluting sentry.

"Huh." Fatty let out a breath. Following relevant figures to find key targets is a common method used by snipers. And under Fatty's surveillance, this lieutenant general was the seventeenth person to enter this tightly guarded building.

An officer above the rank of colonel. From this, Fatty can be sure that even if Stephen is not here now, he will definitely appear here at some point.

Fatty is very familiar with these generals and nobles of Gacharin's military. The Skynet pictures taken by the little kid and the command forces of these Stephen Group all point to the same place. At such a critical moment in the Gacharin war situation

,Other than Stephen, who can gather so many senior generals here?

All that is needed now seems to be waiting.

The scope moved gently. The small building is a typical Tanvir building. It has slender windows and a heavy door. The building is three stories high and looks like a concave shape when viewed from the air. On the herringbone roof,

There are also several attic-like windows. The beige walls of the entire building are covered with ivy. Compared with other buildings in the base, the location and shape of this small building are very inconspicuous. It looks like

It is an old library on a university campus.

Fatty will naturally not be deceived by the appearance of this building. Such a building can be found in almost every base of Gacharin. The North No. 2 Building of the Mythical Legion is an example. When the base was being built, as the military leader,

Where officials and commanders gather, these buildings usually have walls made of high-strength alloys. In other words, under the old appearance of the small building, it is actually a steel frame.

The several lofts on the roof of the small building are actually small anti-aircraft missile bases. Inside, there is at least one platoon of soldiers responsible for aiming missiles at any flying objects that enter the air defense area. The layout around the small building is also very particular.

, the entire building is protected by other buildings and armored camps, missile launchers and fire points distributed around it. Water cannot be poured into it.

Don't even think about entering the building. Fatty believes that even if he can sneak into the base, as soon as he approaches the small building, at least hundreds of pairs of eyes and hundreds of guns will be watching him at the same time.

Like a plump earthworm, the fat man carefully retracted his body into the soil covered with rotten leaves and dead branches. Only his eyes and sniper rifle were exposed. Even though he put on protective clothing, the biological detection radar in the enemy's base could not

I'm not a vegetarian. If my upper body is exposed for a little too long, I might leave this flesh here.

Two Fighting Falcon armored fighter planes soared from the horizon far away from the base, flying one after another in the air, roaring past the fat man's head. The mountain wind blew, and the tree crowns swayed and rattled. A few frightened birds

It flapped its wings and flew up, turned around a few times and returned to the forest.

A Mozki-specific three-step snake swam among the fallen leaves. It swam to a place not far from the fat man. After spitting out the vomit, the snake's head slightly raised and swung around, then changed direction and swam away. Among the dead leaves

, there were two slight sounds. Then it became silent again.

The fat man turned a deaf ear to everything that was happening around him. He leaned his face on the butt of the gun and covered his eyes with the scope, like a lifeless stone sculpture. His body was completely integrated with the environment. His heartbeat was only four per minute.

Ten times. One time, no more, and one time less. Breathe evenly and lightly for a long time.

The sniper rifle remains in firing state. The crosshair of the scope is set on the door opening of the small building. Although the word "wait and wait" describes a stupid method. However, for snipers, this is a method often used. Sniping

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 hit by the rabbit.

In the scope, two sentries on the left side of the small building blocked a small part of the door. Going down the steps in front of the door, several large trees and plants in the small garden in front of the building formed a semi-blocked space. Look.

There seems to be a large gap. If the target moves, it will cause a lot of trouble for snipers several kilometers away. If there are guards or other people around the target, there is almost no possibility of sniping the target.

The sniper rifle's crosshair, following Fatty's breathing, swung back and forth like a swing between the doorway and the short three steps in front of the doorway. This distance was Fatty's only chance to snipe Stephen. Once Stephen walked out of this position, sniper

The success rate will drop by 80%. Reluctantly taking action is extremely unwise for any sniper who wants to kill an important target.

After being buried in the mud for a long time, the blood supply was already somewhat sluggish. The fat man adjusted his breathing rhythm. He airborne thousands of miles and ran for a long distance. What he had been waiting for along the way was this only opportunity.

The finger, half a centimeter away from the trigger, the eyes and heartbeat are the only moving parts of the body.

The other parts of the body are no longer yours. For a qualified sniper, the body is nature, soil, trees, and mountains. After entering the sniper position, what the sniper needs is to be more calm than this mountain forest.

More peaceful.

In front of Skynet, there was a dead silence. How Skynet invaded the anti-detection system to obtain the picture, no one cares about it now. Waiting is a kind of suffering. This kind of suffering is reflected in the fat man like a stone in the mud.

Below, it appears particularly strong.

Crystal Base was still noisy and busy. Transport convoys, mechas, and soldiers came and went. The training on the training ground was over, and the two soldiers, one fat and one thin, were scolded by the training officer.

Shower. In the distance, patrol fighter planes took off and landed. But Stephen still did not appear. The senior officers who entered the small building seemed to have disappeared.

What are they doing now, holding meetings, formulating battle plans, chatting over coffee?

Everyone's mind is filled with all kinds of speculations. They try to calm themselves down and not be so upset, but messy thoughts still appear in their minds from time to time. A few hours have passed, where is the fat man? He is thinking now

What? When will he be able to complete that shocking blow deep in the mud? Will that shot hit? Will his hand tremble?

On the sky net, the fat man tilted his ears.

The atmosphere in front of Skynet suddenly became tense. Less than four hundred steps away from Fatty, a patrol consisting of a Holy Sword 18 and five soldiers appeared.

The combat meeting was over. Stephen leaned back on the chair and stretched out rarely. The aristocratic cultivation and cautious words and deeds he had developed since childhood rarely allowed him to be so relaxed in front of everyone.

"We were defeated unexpectedly." Stephen looked at the battle report in his hand again with some hesitation.

No one could have imagined that Gacharin's most elite legion and most stinky general would be driven to a pulp. Reinhardt was completely humiliated this time.

This news wasn't that funny a few hours ago. However, when the Dersik armored forces captured Plisk with a thunderous force and rapidly advanced eastward, the news became interesting.

After making mistakes, under his own management, Feiyang's elite armored division is still trapped inside. Nearly forty infantry divisions and sixteen armored divisions have taken turns to block the attack, preventing the Feiyang people from forming an effective breakthrough. The day of victory.

The scale tilts toward itself little by little.

As long as this battle is over, Xi will understand that Reinhardt is not as powerful as he appears on the surface. The ones who really dominate this planet are Gacharin's old nobles! Or the Morton family!

Stephen put down the battle report and looked up. In the combat conference room, the generals were chatting with relaxed expressions. Some people were still adding coffee to their cups. No one seemed ready to leave immediately. After being tense for such a long time,

After the nerves, now is a rare opportunity for everyone to relax.

Suddenly, Stephen thought of his half-brother again. After a hint of depression, he shook his head and smiled. Thinking about this now, he is pushing himself too hard. There is still a long time to come.

Stephen stood up, surrounded by several chattering generals and cronies, and walked out. The Thirty-ninth Division was the last decisive force in our hands. Now is the time to let this tiger out.

Okay, make a mistake, and you must not fall before the dawn of victory. And I have already prepared an impassioned speech. I will personally march for my most direct team.

The corridor of the small building looks a little dark. This is determined by the building materials of this fortress-like building. Walking down the stairs, outside the door that has been pushed open by the guards first, the sun is shining brightly and the air is fresh.

Stephen smiled and walked towards the door.

The patrol walked up the ridge path. Perhaps because in the rear, the patrolling soldiers were chatting as they walked. The noisy people were getting closer and closer.
To be continued...