Scoll blinked his sluggish eyes and threw the agile figure of the sniper behind his head, staring at the broken wall six hundred meters away through the high-multiple scope. The sniper was indeed powerful, but there must be very few such people on the Liberation Front, right? Otherwise, the Liberation Front would not have to fight so hard. His partner Jim was equally outstanding and was very concealed. A steel helmet carefully exposed a little bit from behind the broken wall, which was old-fashioned, and the two snipers pretended not to see it. A few minutes later, an Annan soldier with clothes torn like a pile of cloth strips rushed out quickly from behind the broken wall.

Then he shrank back with faster movements. A series of tactical actions were flawless, and they were all honed little by little in actual combat. If the novice who could not hold back would have fired a long time ago, but the two snipers were veterans who had been rolling out several times in the pile of dead people, and pretended not to see them. Snipers are not gods, and no one would force them to destroy every enemy soldier in their sight at all costs. They were the biggest threat to the enemy when they were alive. If they gave up one chance, they could find a second chance. If they fired a reckless shot without hitting, they would probably never be able to fire the second shot again.

After a few minutes, the soldier crawled out again and flashed back. This time it was exposed longer. The two snipers still pretended not to see him. He walked out for the third time. Perhaps after many tests, he relaxed his vigilance and made a tactical sign language behind him. More than ten soldiers who were also well-disguised were flashing out from behind the broken wall. Judging from their equipment, it should be the jungle commando that caused the Green Forest Special Forces to suffer a lot in the jungle, a strong special forces. Scoll waited quietly, and waited until the other party had walked out about twenty meters before slowly pulling the trigger-

"Bang!"

The cunning captain who was walking in front of the fox burst out of blood dust in his chest. The automatic rifle in his hand was thrown a few meters away. He fell on his back and could no longer stand up. Jim also fired a shot at the same time. The machine gunman behind the captain exploded into a ball of paste. After being ambushed, the entire army was not too confused. He quickly sought cover and then fired around. Many bullets hit this side. Obviously, the other party was not an ordinary person. However, useless, the two snipers had already retreated slowly, and then the shells smashed down with anger hit the air.

Retreat to a collapsed house, and use rubble to cover his figure firmly. Scoll used a V-42 tactical knife to pry open the canned lunch meat, cut the beef inside into several small pieces, and lifted it with the tip of the knife.

He put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. Jim used a tactical knife to slash a leap on the butt stock and smiled proudly at him: "The twenty-fifth one, one more than you!"

Scole shrugged indifferently: "When did I say I want to compete with you."

Jim said: "More than you is more than you, you have to admit defeat."

Scoll said: "Okay, I'll admit defeat."

Jim kissed a sniper rifle: "If you continue to fight like this, I will soon be able to kill a hundred enemies and become a hero of the army!"

Scole smiled bitterly: "Hero? I'm afraid it's a butcher? Be careful, don't let people know how many enemy soldiers you have killed here, otherwise the idle reporters in China would have put some 'butchers', 'executioners', 'murderers' and 'murderers' and other infamous names on your head."
Chapter completed!