"From the position where the corpse fell and where the shot was shot, the enemy should be hiding in that direction." Miyamoto pointed to the open land outside the blockade ditch and said dissatisfiedly: "Is the sentry blind? He can't see it?"

Saito raised his telescope and observed it carefully for a moment, shook his head gently, and said, "It is not uncommon for the protection of the night, coupled with the clever disguise, to find the enemy. Haven't you and I sneaked into the enemy area quietly like this and sniped the enemy?"

"Can the enemy have such qualities?" Miyamoto curled his lips and expressed doubts about this.

"Don't underestimate your opponent, remember this." Saito looked at Miyamoto with a stern look, then touched his chin thoughtfully, paused for a while, and he pursed his lips and showed a smile, "Miyamoto, I think we may have encountered an exciting opponent, he should be here."

"Who is he?" Miyamoto asked in confusion.

"A guy with hands covered with blood from the Imperial Warriors." Saito turned his eyes to the open land and said with a sneer: "Miyamoto, do you know why four, not five died? He didn't forget to put away the shells he had hit, and his mind was very meticulous. There were also the scene of attacking the Imperial Army's line-finding personnel, the strange footprints and horse hoof prints from a very distant place. A cripple, hehe, a very amazing cripple!"

"Are you talking about the Eighth Route Army's militia hero?" Miyamoto scratched his head and asked in confusion: "I don't understand the four and five questions."

"When possible, use all the bullets in the gun without a single shot." Saito stretched out a finger, "keep one and start retreating in case of any situation."

"A very interesting idea." Miyamoto nodded slightly and said, "It is also very cautious and not greedy for merit, which means he is very rational."

"Look at that small depression." Saito pointed his hand and said, "Within four hundred meters, he might be able to hit the target further, but he obviously has great confidence in his disguise. Of course, he is more sure of getting close."

"He is a cripple, and inability to move is a fatal weakness." Miyamoto waved his fist confidently, "Let's use his blood to prove the excellence of the Emperor* people. I can't wait."

"Don't be anxious, you need to study and analyze carefully." Saito narrowed his eyes and said, "We must act separately, so that we can have a greater chance of capturing him. First, choose the right assistant, and then find out the sniper location he may go to. In Chinese, no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot beat a good hunter. Miyamoto, do you think so? Haha..."

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Backlight is not good, but backlight also has an adverse side. The key is how you arrange it and how to counter the disadvantages.

At this time, Meng Aota and a few people were making nervous arrangements by the river. The convenient place where he was located was the sniper position that Saito and Miyamoto once chose. In the forest on the other side of the river, Lao Mener and Hei Niu were walking not far away, placing broken glass and porcelain pieces.

According to statistics, nearly 50% of snipers were discovered because of the reflection of the telescope or scope. Meng Youtian didn't have to worry too much about this, because he relied on super vision. But he wanted to create illusions for the enemy. The reflection of these glass and porcelain pieces may cause the enemy to make mistakes in judgment and expose the target.

In the woods by the river where the blood of martyrs was sprinkled, Meng Youtian felt that he would sooner or later have a duel with the enemy here. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!