Chapter 672: Seventeen. Under the city (7)

Zaitsev is doing something he had never done before, but he has to do now-lying next to a decayed body, motionless, without making a sound, just with a slightly opened eye slit Scan the bushes two hundred meters away, looking for his prey or...death.
He is very focused on this work, both habit and helpless. As long as he moves a little bit more, or makes a sound that should not be made, then a bullet will drill into his head in the next second, allowing him to be with the dead ghost on the side. In order not to let hunger and anxiety entice him to commit such a fatal mistake, he must concentrate all his energy.
He was stared at.
It is not a description or expansion, it is a true fact.
In the morning, Captain Danilov summoned the sharpshooter and told them that the supply convoy was attacked by a small infiltration unit of the enemy. A bad feeling caught him. When he and his colleagues checked the body, he understood What is the source of the ominous feeling.
13 bodies, including 3 centurions and 1 lieutenant of the new light cavalry, were all shot in the head.
This means two things: first, the opponent uses a rifle, only that kind of rifle can ensure that the trajectory is stable enough; second, they are a group of killers with excellent marksmanship;
It is a human sharpshooter force.
It is not difficult to understand that the hairless monkeys have been tortured by the princely sharpshooter to the point of unbearability. They will definitely prepare countermeasures, and the easiest and fastest way is to form the same hunting force. It's easy and doesn't require much effort, but the effect is definitely better than aimless artillery coverage.
The only problem is. How could they make such a force so quickly and go deep into the rear of the public to start operations?
You should know that it is not difficult to find soldiers with excellent marksmanship. There are many special shooters in the Albion army, which takes longer training time than the new army of the Principality. The rigid thinking and tradition of the commander is not a problem, compared with his own life and victory. To get up, tradition can be put aside first.
But organize excellent shooters and develop special tactics for them to train, so that they can master the skills of killing prey, while not being eliminated by the other party, and the skills of surviving in the wild. It will take at least a month or even months. No matter how violently the front-line commander jumps, it is unlikely to catch a group of rookies who have not fully drilled their eggshells on the battlefield. Not to mention, the other party actually crossed the front line of the strict seal and moved to the back of the fortress.
How did they do that?
No one can answer this question. For the big guys above. This is not the most important issue.
"Your task is to eliminate those hybrids. Restore the supply line."
For the Grand Duke, the generals, and the tens of thousands of soldiers stationed in the fortress, this is the most important. Despite the dispatch of professionals, the lost materials were transferred to the fortress through other routes. But no one can guarantee that humans will send more such troops to cut off all supply lines. Once the supply is cut off, the fortress will fall into panic. Although the warriors of the Principality did not have guns and ammunition, they could still fight with their flesh and blood, but if food could not be brought in, they could only choose between surrender and starvation.
In fact, they are more likely to kill their chiefs and surrender to humanity. The "grey animals" are not stupid at all, and there are many smart people. Once they find that they have no chance of winning, they will not mind selling themselves and the fortress under the stimulation of defeat, casualties and disappointment. A good price.
Therefore, the sharpshooters must knock out those annoying flies as soon as possible and restore the flow of supply lines.
"Dagong personally ordered us to complete the task as soon as possible."
The captain said in the calmest possible tone, as if it were a trivial matter, but the sharpshooters did not think so.
No one sees a duel as a child's play. Only a lunatic thinks of death as an easy, laughing game. The sharpshooters are brave, but never crazy.
But they could not refuse this task, otherwise, before going to the military court, Captain Hui would eat them.
So they came to this muddy, muddy land, searching for and hunting human counterparts.
But this is not an easy task. The place where the transport team was attacked was a large road. On one side of the road was an open field, and on the other side was a forest and swamp. Any guy with a brain will not choose an open place as a hiding place. Those bad guys must hide in the forest.
Despite realizing that this might be a trap, Zaitsev had no choice but to enter the forest to find cunning enemies and complete the mission the captain gave them.
So they stepped into a trap.
The marksmanship of the human sharpshooter is as good as they are, or even better, and there is sufficient time to arrange traps and disguise himself. Relying on this advantage, in 3 hours, Zaitsev lost several colleagues-he totaled Four shots of the Ferguson rifle, two of which were obviously screams made by colleagues after stepping on some kind of trap. So far, the male rifle has not sounded once.
This is not the worst. Things much worse than this are torturing the young hunter in the Ural Mountains, so that he can barely control himself.
There is a dangerous guy who is searching for him.
There is no clear evidence that there is a sharpshooter lurking around here. This is the edge of the forest and swamp. There are no footprints on the ground. The distribution of fallen leaves does not show any clues, and there is no smell of fresh earth left in the air after the trap. Unless someone can come down from the sky or come over from the swamp to achieve such a complete trace, no one knows that only the magician can achieve this level, but the priest who was responsible for the outer survey before swore with his family, the forest There are no traces of mana in there, and there can never be a magician in it.
Is it an illusion? Zaitsev doesn't think so. As an experienced hunter, his intuition has always been accurate, this time the invisible sense of oppression is particularly strong, so that he did not dare to slack off.
Scanning the surroundings again, the surroundings are still quiet, without any dangerous traces. The nearest suitable place to ambush is at least 300 meters away from him. At this distance, even he himself can't guarantee that he can hit the target, and there seems to be no anomaly at that location.
Retracting his head carefully, the young hunter's breath became rapid.
He can be sure now that there must be a sniper lurking nearby, waiting for him to reveal himself. You know that this is a forest, but now it is so quiet that you can’t even hear the birds, which is not normal.
Obviously, there was a huge danger lurking in the forest, and the instinctively sensitive birds escaped early.
"I still have a chance, I still have a chance."
Muttering several times in his heart, Zaitsev thought about the stalemate.
He is not sure where the opponent is, or even whether there is such an opponent. This is not a trench. No one is preparing a bullet gun for him. He has only one chance to shoot. If he does not hit the target, he will serve. Slaughter. But he decided to take a risk and move to another ambush point-out of professional instinct, he remembered the terrain and the route of movement, and all the positions that could be used as lurking points.
Breathe slowly and slowly to stabilize your heartbeat and body temperature. Zaitsev was clinging to the ground, crawling a little with his hands, the movement was reduced to a minimum, only a few inches at a time, no sound was made, and no trace was exposed. During the crawl, he stopped from time to time, waiting for a while, then Start crawling again.
Less than 50 meters away, Zaitsev took 20 minutes to reach his destination: a gentle blocked by a corpse. After drawing a cross on his chest, he carefully lifted the hat.
No bullets, no gunshots, it seems safe, but the coolness on the back has not disappeared, but it has become more intense-the killer maintained patience, did not shoot easily, and it was still not worth it near Zaitsev Doubtful target.
The air inhaled into the lungs became colder, and the severity of the situation obviously increased to another level: the either hid very well, or the hiding place was too far from the ambush point, beyond the horizon. Zaitsev is still not sure which possibility is possible, but no matter which one, it means that his chances of victory are very small, and he cannot kill an invisible devil.
"Damn it!"
Zaitsev clenched his teeth and cursed in his heart:
"Where did the hairless monkey get such a dangerous guy?"
Almost at the moment when I realized the degree of danger ~ EbookFREE.me ~ my right hand shivered immediately. He had to put down his rifle, his left hand held his right wrist tightly, and his claws penetrated deeply into his skin.
The first time he became a prey made him nervous, and the enemy's difficulty was even more serious. In the legendary story, when the protagonist meets his rival, he becomes excited and eager to try, but that only exists in the story and the fearless person-as a soldier, Zaitsev simply felt nervous and uneasy.
Even though he is very good and a combat hero, his thinking is no different from that of ordinary soldiers. The fear of death will still find him and trouble him.
With pain and deep breathing, after a quarter of an hour, breathing and heartbeat finally returned to normal, and Zaitsev re-engaged in this silent duel.
This is a long-lasting contest, both sides are obsessively searching for opponents, while keeping quiet. Wait for the other party to exhaust their patience, withdraw from the battle, or expose their position. Until then, the duel will end.
Breathing became long, and the surrounding air seemed to become sticky. In a long time span that became like an hour in one second, the sharpshooters who didn’t even know each other looked for each other, waiting for the buckle. The moment of the trigger. (To be continued...)