The veteran did not teach Ge Zhen any skills at all. He taught the mentality of the sniper king and his control over his own world.

In the world of the King of Snipers, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he is just a dead soul under his gun, and he is nothing more than when he will die.

It is excessive conceit when it comes to ordinary people, but it seems so calm when it comes to veterans, as if they are just doing something extraordinary.

"Do you understand?" the veteran asked Ge Zhen.

"I understand, but I don't understand." Ge Zhen nodded and shook his head.

He seems to understand but not understand. If he understands everything now, he will become the king of snipers.

"You have a good understanding, but you are too young." The veteran stretched out his hand and gestured, "You are at the foot of the mountain now. All you can see is the top of the mountain. When you stand on the top of the mountain, you can see that everything at the foot of the mountain is at your feet. When you are at the foot of the mountain, confidence is the willpower to climb the mountain; when you are on the mountain, you are confident. Young people, if I guess correctly, you will climb the mountain."

The veteran's eyes were still cloudy, but they gave people a feeling of insight into everything. He Ge Zhen came out to fight, but wasn't he just climbing a mountain?

"Yes, I came out to climb the mountain and came to fight." Ge Zhen nodded vigorously, his eyes emitted a burning heat, and said to the veteran: "Are you not afraid that I will become your hostile side?"

"I'm not afraid, because I can't live long, haha." The veteran smiled very freely: "I've walked through youth, passed through war, learned about the world, and experienced life and death, so there's not so much attention, hahaha..."

Maybe this is the real veteran. Just like many veterans in China, they have made outstanding achievements, but after the war, they returned to their hometown to be ordinary people, throwing all their glory into their memory, and living their lives in a simple way.

"Enjoy life, enjoy life, enjoy every short beauty." The veteran said to Ge Zhen: "This is what I hope you can understand. Your life should not be just about fighting. Young people, this is how life is, haha."

These words made Ge Zhen feel an impulse to come out. He found that the veteran did not teach him to snipe at all, but to be a human being, to be a flesh-and-blood person, rather than a numb soul who only knows how to fight and throws away the fun of being a human being.

"One left." The veteran held Mosinnagan and stared at the ruins where Chekov was hiding.

Yes, the last Chekov was left in this signal flag squad. He hid himself deeply behind the ruins and never dared to show his head again.

Because he was so scared that he had fought so many tough battles with his troops, and he was on the verge of death many times, and he was not as scared as he is today.

That sniper was simply not a human being, and he treated them like a snicker and dog, and had no resistance.

What to do? What to do now?

This is the question Chekov needs to consider. He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't know what he is afraid of now.

The veterans used a Mosinnagan rifle to knock down all the flags of their signal flags, which made Chekov's mentality collapse.

"I'll kill him." Ge Zhen whispered.

The veteran shook his head and said, "He has broken his spirit and cannot continue fighting even if he returns alive."

"Just let it go like this? Isn't this kind of treatment of life?" Ge Zhen frowned and said, "He killed many innocent people, so he can't just let him go."

"He will use the rest of his life to repent. Why do we kill someone who is willing to repent?" The veteran shook his head again.

He stood up, raised his rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger to the head where Chekov was.

"Bang!"

The gunshots rang out, and Chekov, who was hiding behind the ruins, shook all over and felt the warhead flying over from above.

A brief look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and then he showed great joy after the disaster. He knew that the other party let him go.

Almost instantly, Chekov turned around and ran, as fast as he came, he ran as fast as he could, almost panic.

"Kill him!" The veteran suddenly made a decisive voice.

Ge Zhen looked puzzled, but did not ask questions. He picked up the SVD sniper rifle to lock Chekov's back heart and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of two sniper rifles sounded, and Chekov fell heavily to the ground. This was Ge Zhen's sniping killing with one shot.

Another gunshot was from Mosinnagan's rifle. The veteran's body turned around and smashed the miniature unmanned reconnaissance plane that was around them at some point.

"Being kind to life means giving him a chance if possible, but not everyone is willing to seize it." The veteran took a rifle and pointed to the bodies of the signal flag team members: "Under normal circumstances, he should collect the bodies first."

Ge Zhen was convinced, this was the battlefield experience that only veterans had.

No matter what battlefield, the living will collect corpses for their dead comrades. Even if there is a cruel battle during World War II, there will be a ceasefire period. This ceasefire period means collecting corpses on their own.

The concept of the signal flag is stronger. What Chekov, who was released, should do is to collect the corpse first, but he did not. This does not mean that he will not collect the corpse, but that he will collect it later.

Why do you take it back later? Because he wants to kill someone!

Unfortunately, he met a veteran, and his battlefield experience was far superior to Chekov and far beyond the signal flag.

"Can you do me a favor?" said the veteran to Ge Zhen: "Is it okay to help me dig a hole and bury these bodies, and then help me transfer the remaining people to a safe place?"

"Yes!" Ge Zhen nodded vigorously and said, "I plan to learn from you again."

"Study? I've finished teaching." The veteran looked at the Mosinnagan rifle in his hand and smiled: "I said that this is the last time I used a sniper rifle and will never use it again."

He inserted the barrel of the rifle downwards to the ground, took a step back, and raised his hand to salute the brother.

The veteran's eyes were full of reluctance, but he finally left. It was time for him to say goodbye forever.

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"Taittatatatata..."

“Buzz…”

A team of cavalry rushed over on the ground, and two transport helicopters flew over from the air to reach this ruined town.

These are the soldiers who came from the three-way military base, including the Cossack cavalry that had not been eliminated, as well as the anti-terrorism soldiers at the base.

The cavalry searched and controlled the town. The helicopter landed. A gloomy senior officer jumped out of the helicopter and stared at the twelve corpses placed in front of him.

All of these corpses were killed by snipers, without exception.

The officer's eyes gushed out of his eyes, his eyes moved away from the corpse, staring at the Mosinnagan rifle inserted there.

He walked forward a few steps, reached out to touch the gun number that had almost been worn off on the gun, and made a sound of gritting teeth in his mouth: "3907...3907..."

These are the last four digits of the gun number. For many people, it is just a number that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, but for a very small number, it is an insurmountable code name: 3907.

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Chapter completed!