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Sniper Creed Five: Any trench will prolong your life; Creed Ten: Survival on the battlefield is ten times the disguise and double the shooting.

Meng Youtian now has both of these. A trench in the forest has been dug and carefully disguised by leaves and weeds; his copycat camouflage uniform and camouflage net have also proved to be reliable in actual combat. He even once again surveyed and reconnaissed the sniper positions that the Japanese might choose, put himself in the shoes of the Japanese to find reliable and convenient sniper points, as well as how to move, how to retreat, etc.

After this careful reconnaissance, Meng Youtian's confidence is constantly improving. If the sniper is only more accurate than the shooting skills and the distance of shooting, there will be no thrilling stories that have been passed down from later generations. Winning with wisdom is the most important thing.

In order to be more confident, Meng Youtian and Lao Mener conducted simulation exercises, how to set up fake targets to lure the enemy to fire, how to cooperate to make the enemy wrong judgments, etc. Of course, they were not alone, two miles behind them, a squad of the Eighth Route Army was protecting their safety.

The day passed quietly, the night fell, and then the sun rose in the east. The sun shone brightly. One day, one night, another day, well, it has not passed yet.

Meng Youtian woke up Lao Men'er and the two began to observe carefully. Snipers usually sneak into positions before dawn, because the upgrade of natural light at dawn will give people an illusion of security. Snipers must be careful to avoid being affected by this illusion. But on the other hand, the enemy often becomes negligent under the drive of this psychological illusion, thereby reducing their alertness.

The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound. Only occasionally could the singing of birds in the distance and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves salad. But this was just the surface, for a real sniper. The gentle breeze and every leaf had their message, which might be his source of information.

Miyamoto stopped crawling and stared at a thin rope exposed in the grass. The rope was stained with the juice of the plants and was tightly stretched. He gently pinched it with his hands, slowly sliding along the rope, and found a grenade on a shrub.

"Baga!" Miyamoto cursed hatefully, fearing that he would come to his heart, which was such a sinister trap. He almost let himself fly to the sky. Amaterasu must be blessed by Amaterasu. He turned around to warn his companions, cut off the thin rope with a knife, and continued to crawl forward.

A butterfly suddenly flew up. Meng Youtian immediately moved the telescope over. The grass was shaking slightly, but if you look closely, you will find that it is different from the grass next to it that was blown by the wind.

Here comes! Meng Youtian raised his hand and signaled that Lao Men'er would hide, then quietly stretched out his disguised rifle and waited quietly.

More than ten minutes passed, and there was no movement. Meng Youtian did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. Half an hour passed, and he was still waiting calmly. He was a good opponent. He bit his lip and his fighting spirit became stronger. The sniper showdown was like this murderous intent that suddenly burst out in concealment and silence. Whoever is more patient, who is calmer, who disguises more cleverly, who is the final winner.

"Baga!" Miyamoto cursed again, and the reflections flashed from time to time on the opposite side made him nervous and relaxed. The sunlight has now helped him, so he had to put his eyes on the scope of the sniper rifle to observe carefully and eliminate them one by one. Similarly, his companions were also holding the telescope aside, looking for the target.

Moving slowly, but still caught the traces by Meng Aota, who has super vision. Although there is no direct sunlight, the lenses and telescopes are still brighter than the surrounding scenery, and neither Miyamoto nor his companion's faces are covered with camouflage.

When people's eyes look at things, because they are used to light casting on the concave and convex surfaces to form a light-dark effect, they often mistake the deep colors on the plane for shadows on the sunken surface; light-colored areas are seen as convex parts, and the principle of applying face camouflage is based on this principle to generate visual interference to blind the enemy's eyes.

In other words, applying camouflage to the sniper's face is not casual, but has certain scientific principles. For example, if the eye sockets, cochleas, eyebrows and lower noses are placed, lighter colors should be applied, and the protruding parts such as the tip of the nose, forehead, jaw and cheeks should be applied with darker colors to make it exactly the opposite of the highlights and shadows caused by light on the face. And avoid painting the oil on the face into a symmetrical pattern on the left and right, because similar color combinations are not common in nature and will inevitably attract the attention of the enemy.

Meng Youtian discovered the binoculars exposed in the grass, and carefully and slowly aimed the gun at Miyamoto's observer, held his breath and gently pulled the plate machine.

The gunshots pierced the silence around them, and birds soared into the sky, chirping in the air.

Miyamoto was shocked, quickly lay on the ground, turned his head to see his companions. The observer who was temporarily selected from the army had fallen on the grass, and red blood and white brains flowed out of the bullet holes in the back of his head.

"Baga!" Miyamoto was cursing for the third time, but he felt an inexplicable excitement and excitement. The anticipated opponent should be right opposite. It's great, I finally caught you. He grinned and bit his lip, trying to calm himself down, and slowly moved and changed the sniper position.

Meng Youtian also slowly leaned down and moved slowly in the trenches. This is different from sniping the puppet troops. He must keep a twelve-point vigilance and cheer up his twelve-point spirit.

After moving more than ten meters, Meng Youtian slowly extended the simple periscope out of the trench and observed carefully. Although he did not see Miyamoto, he judged that there should be more than one enemy. Usually, when a sniper acted alone or knew that he was going to face the enemy, he would use a scope to observe so that he could react quickly.

Time passed minute by minute, and more than an hour passed, and Meng Youtian became increasingly sure of the existence of another sniper. This coincided with the information provided by the Eighth Route Army who was sniped, but the sniper of the Japanese was well hidden and patient. Meng Youtian thought about it, squatted down, and made several gestures to Lao Mener who was huddled in the trench. Lao Mener nodded in understanding, and the prior communication and discussion began to play a role.

Sweat beads slowly flowed down Miyamoto's forehead, and the irritability of waiting was also testing him. But the observer's death reminded him that his opponent should not be underestimated. Playing the winner's game requires not only physical strength and intelligence, but also patience. (To be continued...)

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