Chapter 341: Blood Banner (2)

Soldier Zavi's beloved rifle is called Sarapova.
He named it after the first and only woman he had slept in. Later, he also met other women in other places, but none of them could keep him in mind like Sarabova.
At that time he was still a hairy guy who had just passed the training of recruits, and was temporarily relaxed during the last few days of his stay.
Going to serve in the Axum Army is a recognized chore, so like other recruits, Zavi gets a stack of paper money and is told to go out and find a "two loves" partner for himself, maybe even able to help himself Leave a descendant in this world.
In their hometown, everyone who goes out to serve as a soldier has such a "tradition", although Zavi does not have any special ideas about this.
He always thought he was a stunned young man with no heterosexual relationship. He had no idea how to pick up girls. He had to be mixed with a large group of recruits and followed them to a notorious red light district not far from the training base.
At first he was very unlucky, and as the sky was getting late, most people began to get into pairs with women who looked very happy.
And the strong sense of inferiority made Zavi look inferior. The only thing that made him absolutely confident was the marksmanship he had practiced very hard long ago-literally.
Just as he was about to abandon his safari journey, a skinny girl walked into the door drunkenly and vomited his neat and bright uniform after being tripped into Zavi's arms by her own feet.
He was furious and scolded her to roll away, but the other party did not flinch before his rage. The plain-looking girl with big brown eyes yelled at his face and let him Shut up, sit back, less smelly...
Zavi hasn't figured out why he would follow suit. Perhaps the rigorous training allowed him to form a conditioned reflex to obey orders.
A moment later, she walked back from the bar, slammed two drinks in front of him, and then sat down in a chair beside him without waiting for an invitation and started talking to him.
Zavi couldn't remember the content of the conversation at all, but recalled side by side that her perfume smelled good.
Before he reacted, they had returned to her sloppy cubicle, entangled on the bed in seconds.
When Zavi woke up in the morning, he looked around dizzyly, and then saw that she was standing beside a blue flame cooking breakfast. He threw a smile at her, but did not get a smiley response.
Sarabova, Sarabova, cold, quiet and deadly, they will not fall.
He loaded the gun and prepared to play a new bullet.
He never understood why she cast disgust on him, and from the moment she got out of bed, she began to make vicious comments about his hard work the night before.
Her insults are painful, and her laughter is even more serious. Even her breakfast is prepared for herself. If Zavi has to be hungry without paying, she does not care whether he has been intimate with himself. Relationship.
When she left, she chased out the door from behind him. He was wearing a sloppy and dirty uniform. He was chased by her verbal abuse through the garbage-laden alleys and the sky above her head.
It doesn't sound romantic at all, but it is really impressive.
Will she have a son for me? He wanted to know.
Or daughter? Or regardless of men and women?
Zavi asked himself dozens of times, but he thought it might not really matter, because he might never be able to confirm.
She gave him a wonderful and terrible night in her life, her touch was exciting, and her words like bullets were so destructive, so he later named her love gun after her-this is the shadow king Very modified silver rifle with a beautiful streamline.
Just as her skin gave him the feeling, he couldn't help but tremble gently.
He pressed his eyes against the sight and adjusted his target clearly to the center of the focal length, with a distance of about 600 yards, and the wind force was negligible.
In the past, they used the same rifle as ordinary soldiers, which is not a weapon with good performance. Although the accuracy is not bad, but its power is not enough to kill a head of Oak, let alone the best of them. .
That’s right, their targets were never ordinary green skins. Eugene asked the snipers to shoot only those big guys. Those guys with the largest body, the most colorful colors, and the most exaggerated looks, they were the green front commanders.
The best way to defeat the herd is to decapitate, and Yushkin understands this.
With the assistance of Shadow King Court, a group of snipers were all replaced with handicraft rifles that fired explosive ammunition, which is more difficult to control than ordinary rifles, but a well-covered shooter can use it without exposing himself Kill the target.
In addition to the high-magnification sight, Sarapova also installed a magical noise and flame eliminator, just like her performance that night, she was quiet and enthusiastic.
It is worth mentioning that Zavi likes to engage in a friendly match with a row of snipers called Izgrow called "The Clockwork". Everyone is betting on who can win the most kills in this battle.
At present, there are more people winning the old clockwork, but Zavi is confident to win this competition.
He turned his gaze to the target. It was a tall dark-skinned owl rushing to the front. It wore a necklace made of wire passing through several human palms. The armor was painted with dazzling light. Yellow, with a gun and a knife.
It completely ignored the explosions and shots around, and wanted to rush past their positions, even for the slightly cowering green skin, it would punch and kick, just like they were anxious to let them die.
The Father is on.
Zavi cursed while praying, these beasts are pure garbage~EbookFREE.me~ It is everyone's thing to send them to hell.
He pulled the trigger while slowing his breath, and a whisper followed the air.
In the scope, Zavi saw the head of the target slam back in a cloud of blood, and then fell to the ground with a hole through the skull, and the body was quickly trampled by other orcs, almost No more observation.
But those green skins that had surrounded him before showed a certain amount of confusion, and seemed to be puzzled and confused by the sudden death of their leader.
Ah, Sarapova spit out another terrible curse from her lips.
There was a smile on his lips.
You never get tired of killing, right, my lover?
Zavi imagined the smell of perfume that he had smelled, carved a piece of chalk on the wooden board next to it, then pushed the gun and loaded it, and continued playing the next bullet.
Farther away, a tall battle flag is slowly approaching...
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