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Killing is complicated and simple. Under the sniper's weapons, life is not at all great or small. A bullet hits the temple. Whether the person is noble or humble, the result is exactly the same.

But killing is not a way for you to show off, but your purpose. Killing a hundred people is just a difference in number. If it is not a special choice object, it will not be of much help to achieve your goal. Meng Youtian knows this well, and he is a person who is good at taking advantage of tricks. Since practice has proved that sniping valuable goals is very effective and the environment is suitable, he does not want to bother using other methods. He just wants to win a decisive victory with his own extraordinary precision at a certain moment.

When you are unprepared, I am a sneaking dark ghost. It only takes one chance. In less than a second, under the cold and sharp gaze like a blade, a cold bullet will make your brain splash. Without weakness, sympathy and hesitation, the sniper is so cruel and bloody, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The Japanese devils have superb shooting skills, and Meng Aotian knows this. But he will not give the Japanese a chance to show it. Being better is just one of them. Advanced sniper tactics and skills are the real gap.

The Japanese still did not form a complete sniper tactic until after the war, let alone counter-sniper countermeasures. Strictly speaking, their snipers should be sharpshooters, and they are often used as suicide squadrons. Moreover, they are mostly ambushed at places such as treetops and water towers. Although these places have good vision and wide shooting range, they have no way of retreat. As a result, even if they can succeed in one blow, they will soon be discovered by their opponents and are subject to concentrated attacks.

I can hit you, but you can't hit me, or even find me. Meng Youtian slowly moved his fingers in his thick gloves and adjusted his breathing. He was looking forward to the power to find life and death in his hands. Once the target reaches the range, he is the master of life. Yes, it is not God or Hell, it is him! It can make the enemy die in an instant.

Time passed by seconds. For Meng Youtian, every minute and second of silent waiting was closer to his goal. Although it was long and lonely, he was not impatient. After the test shot, he was full of confidence.

"Brother Tian." The four bald man rubbed his hands and stamped his feet. He could not stand the long and boring waiting. He wanted to find a topic to pass the time.

"Huh?" Meng Youtian raised his eyebrows and didn't say much, using this tiny expression to signal him to continue.

"Well, how do you look at that Han Mei?" Si Bazi scratched his head and asked embarrassedly.

Meng Youtian blinked and remembered that the new residents of Tumen Village were with their father and mother, and they looked just like normal.

"It's okay." Meng Youtian smiled slightly and said, "What's wrong, do you have any ideas?"

"Hehe." The four bald man smiled embarrassedly and said, "You see, I'm not young anymore, I should be a family, there's a woman, right?"

"What do you want to do when you say it so nicely?" Meng Youtian rolled his eyes, "Let's shortage of money? Or what?"

"I haven't even said the eight characters yet!" Si Bazi said with a bitter face: "I heard that she had been married, I just want you to give me an idea."

"What's the idea?" Meng Youtian smiled badly, "When there was no one, you hug him and ate him, and she will be your wife."

"This is a bad idea." The Si Bazi shook his head with laughter and tears, "I'm not a hooligan anymore, you think of another one."

Meng Youtian's face became solemn, and he reached out to signal the Si Bazi to silence. He covered his white cloth with his body and slowly stretched out his head.

When they came, the enemy came. It was yellow, like an ugly winding snake, walking along the road. In front of them were the puppet troops, and these fearless people were exploring the way carefully, and the slightest strangeness on the road made them dare not approach.

Meng Youtian slowly stretched out his muzzle and checked the ruler and the sight for the last time. His movements were slow and meticulous, and his mind was calm and calm.

It is necessary to kill the enemy and be safe. Meng Youtian's sniper position is nearly 500 meters away from the main road, completely beyond the enemy's warning range. Do you know the game of smashing gopher, and it is similar to covering the top trench in the wild. People move in the trench and can push the top cover at a specific position to expose their heads. It is quite clever and concealed.

Shimada rode on the horse, whipping leather boots with a horse whip in a little annoyed. He was unfamiliar with this Japanese officer who was born in a regular military academy. He had experienced many battles, but he was a little confused about the pattern of not finding enemies or using force. He felt like he had fallen into an irritable and mysterious world. Every village was so empty, not only did not have a figure, but he could not hear a dog bite or a chicken crow. There was no decent piece of furniture and furnishings in the houses of the people, and some were not even seen.

Another landmine was touched in front of him, and Shimada frowned more and more irritably. He hated such wars. He wanted to use the enemy's head and blood to sharpen his steel knife and fighting spirit, but - he would not have thought that the black muzzle four hundred meters away had already been aimed at him, and his troubles were about to be lifted forever.

The bullet is a cross-cut Dam bullet with a cross on the warhead; the wind speed is 3-5km/hr; the wind direction is southeast; the distance is 480 meters... Meng Youtian's mind automatically emerged from various data. He made subtle corrections and clamped the board machine with his fingers.

At this time, he seemed to be wandering around, with only the target of the star in his eyes, the landmines that touched and the snow dust blowing from the wind could no longer distract his spirit.

"Bang hook!" The gunshot sounded crisp, and the bullets shot out of the gun chamber with Meng Youtian's hatred and his expectations.

Just before the enemy could hear the gunshots, the bullet with heat had already shot into Shimada's head, lowered slightly, and hit the penis inch from below the temple. But the effect was achieved, the bullets were unbalanced and rolled, and it was messed up, and Shimada's head became a pot of porridge.

Without even snorting, Shimada shook violently and fell head-on. The Japanese around him panicked, gathering around to rescue him while searching for the hiding place of the attacker.

The dark clouds bloomed in a gap, and the sun shone down. A group of sparrows fell in the fields, jumping, and shouting loudly and excitedly, showing the commotion and joy of life.

The winter snow in the fields has begun to melt, the black residual snow, the white snow, and the yellow land are full of intoxicating spring atmosphere.

Where are the attackers? The Japanese were looking for it in this spring-filled environment in a daze and angry manner.

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