I was startled and immediately went up to see what was going on. I rushed to the fat man and was kicked by the fat man. I staggered and fell to the ground. At the same time, another bullet almost hit my back and hit the candlestick on the other side.

The candlestick was beaten so hard that sparks splashed everywhere and fell to the ground. I thought it would burn immediately, but the turmeric oil was gone. It seems that the floor here has been so thick that it is really safe to have been covered with so many years.

A few sparks stuck to my body. While I was shooting, the fat man scolded me: "I'm not smart at such an old age. Why are you running away at this time? You should just lie down."

"How are you? I thought you had been shot in the head." I saw that his face was covered with blood, "I'm not worried about you."

"You're worried, you don't need to bury me if I die. I have so many good friends to see me off." The fat man said, covering his temple with one hand. I thought to myself that it wasn't that my head was opened, otherwise I wouldn't have been spoken so smoothly.

"What is my origin from Fatty Master? It's not that easy to snipe me. If it weren't for being too fucking cold here, Fatty Master would never be unable to go over." Fatty Master said, "I remember when I was in school, Fatty Master, I was a famous 'big meat bun'."

I looked at his temple and it was really just a scratch. I thought to myself that the other party's skills were really poor, and the fat man could not hit the head for such a large number.

The fat man continued: "We who are in the world will keep making heads spiral in places where we are prone to sniping. This is called preparing for the future."

The fat man usually shakes his head when speaking. I thought about it and felt that he must be talking nonsense, and this must be his habit of being a second-rate boy.

Just as I was about to refute him, I suddenly shot him in again, and I don’t know where the attack was, and wood chips splashed everywhere. The fat man and I shrank our necks.

"Damn it, is this sniper blind? He shoots when we lie down. Aren't he afraid of exposing his position?"

"No, look, the candle was destroyed. The paper of the window here was too thick. He could only hit it based on the shadow on the window. When we lay down, he couldn't figure out where we were. When he saw something moving, he would have to shoot."

"Will it be safe now?"

"But we can't keep lying on our back. After hearing the gunshot just now, the sniper is very far away from us. It's too cold here, and his fingers are stiff and he will miss it. However, those who can shoot so far away from us must not be rookies. We can't take risks casually. Let him freeze for a while."

"Who is the dog god?" I said, "Didn't the Germans let us go? Didn't we let go so that we could have two mobile targets?"

"It's too easy for those Germans to kill us, they won't do it. If it were the Zhang family, all of them would be very skilled and would not use snipers. The role of snipers is generally to defeat the more with less. We are two people here. If there are more than five people on the sniper side, we don't need to snipe us. Just come in and fight directly. Anyway, we are not the opponent." The fat man covered the place where the bullets were rubbed by his clothes and looked around, obviously looking for a countermeasure to disrupt this situation. "So, there are probably very few people who snipe us, and maybe only one person. Seeing that we are alone, we want to kill us."

"Isn't any of the parties we know?" I said in surprise, thinking how many forces are gathered in this temple? As soon as I finished speaking, two consecutive gunshots were heard. The bullets penetrated the window and hit me, and they were hitting my position, but the height was wrong, and they flew over my head.

"Yes, there are still people from another side." said the fat man, "I actually haven't told you some things, but now I don't have time, so I'll discuss these later. Look, he can already determine where we are."

"Why?"

"Experience, he must have surveyed this room in advance." The fat man looked around, "There are only a few places in this room. He must have surveyed the room in advance and marked out all the places we could hide. Therefore, he chose the place with the least dead corners when shooting this room. He is now betting that you are hiding there and testing you with bullets."

As soon as I finished speaking, another bullet hit me. This time the angle was very sloppy, and it shot a downward diagonal line from the window, hitting the floor behind me. The floor made my whole body numb, so I quickly crawled up to the side.

The fat man also showed a strange expression: "However, the bet was too accurate."

"Maybe he saw me jumping at you just now." I said, "so I think I should be in this area."

"Impossible, it's very convenient to crawl around here. Everyone will choose the most hidden place to hide." The fat man showed a thoughtful expression, "But if he could see us, we would have been hit long ago, so he was still guessing."

On the other side of my room, there is a shelf made of wooden sticks. I used to dry my clothes in the room. After all, I have been here for many days. My underwear is washed directly in the basin and hung in the warm room. I will dry after waiting for a few hours.

The fat man turned his head, carefully pulled one down, and said to me: "Don't worry, let's cheat all his bullets first, and then in the gap between his bullets, we will go out through the back window and it will be easier to get to the mountains."

As he said that, the fat man took off his clothes. It was a hidden robe and picked it up with a pole.

As soon as the window ridge was exposed, there were three bullets, and the hidden robe was immediately knocked down.

I looked at the fat man, and the fat man tickled and said, "What kind of sniper rifle is this? It's such a high rate of fire."

In an instant, I heard some strange sounds, so I immediately made a shut up gesture to the fat man.

The fat man knew that it would make sense for me to show this expression, so he didn't say anything. I followed the feeling just now, and suddenly I heard a very slight "rustling" sound in the yard outside.

I pointed at the fat man's ears and pointed outside again. The fat man's eyes turned and went to listen. After listening for a while, the fat man suddenly showed an angry expression.

He gave me instructions with his lips, asked me to stick it to the edge of the door, made a "1,2,3" with his fingers, and then kicked it, meaning that he could see him counting "1,2,3" and kicked the door open.

The tacit understanding formed by my years of friendship with Fatty is fully demonstrated here. Without any doubt or hesitation, I immediately climbed to the door, turned around and pressed the door with my feet. The Fatty picked up the lampstand that was knocked to the ground, weighed it, and suddenly half-squatted down and made a "1" to me. I nodded, took a deep breath, and then he made a "2" move. As soon as the "3" gesture came out, he suddenly stood up.

At this moment, I kicked open the wooden door with force, and the fat man squatted down.

In an instant, two bullets were fired against the fat man's hair. The fat man rolled in, and the lampstand in his hand had already been thrown out, and he rushed out. I heard several consecutive muffled gunshots over there, which were actually in the yard.

Turning over, the fat man had already wrestled with a man, and the man's gun was loosened by the fat man's mouth. I quickly went up, picked up the lampstand on the ground and joined the battle group. One hand stuck the man's neck, and the other hand held the lampstand and knocked the man's head.

The man was quite strong, but no one could stand the way of playing with me and the fat man. I knocked on his head several times, and the man didn't move. The fat man and I turned over and found that it was a lama. The fat man picked up the shot down gun on the side, which was a pistol with a silencer.

"Damn, this bastard actually used a pistol to imitate a sniper rifle in the yard." The fat man fiddled with the gun, inserted it into his back and confiscated it.

I said, "Why are you so reckless and just rushing out like this? You are not a guy. If this lampstand fails to hit you, you will hang up."

"I guessed that I was using a pistol when I heard the noise. The sound was so light, so there must be a muffler. And the shooting angles just now were slanted. If it was in the yard, it would definitely be very close to the door, so I took a gamble. Sure enough, this guy was just a few meters away from our door. The weather was so cold, it would be strange if he shot with a pistol."

I didn't see it just now and asked, "Why is it so close?"

"He is listening to us and judging where we are." said the fat man, "I said, how can I know where you are? He is listening outside and almost steals the chicken for him."

I squatted down and went to see the person's face. I found that it was a lama in the temple. I had seen both sides, both in the cafeteria. But it seemed that I had been too heavy just now, and his nose was bleeding.

"I've never seen you for many days. You're so dark that you're your fat man." The fat man teased me and looked around, sure no one continued to plot, and said, "Drag it to the room first. This person's identity seems a bit special. I don't know why he's plotting against us. Everyone in this temple seems to have problems, so we have to be more careful."
Chapter completed!