Ren Xiaosu looked at the spot where he had missed his shot and felt a little regretful. His sniping skills were still a little lacking after all. He had only calculated the wind a few tenths of a second late, but he had let the enemy sniper escape.
It had to be said that the enemy sniper was also a ruthless one. Otherwise, he would not have wandered around the mountains alone.
After Ren Xiaosu fired the shot, he moved to another location. He quietly observed the situation of the Brambles from a shady spot halfway up the mountain. As a matter of fact, he had planted more than a dozen Brambles and Potato Shooters seeds at that mountain pass.
When faced with firearms, these plants were quite useful. If the opponent did not have a flamethrower, it would be very difficult to shoot them down with bullets. This was especially true for the Brambles. After the thorns had a blood-sucking effect, they were extremely lethal and could make the enemy lose the ability to resist in a short period of time.
This thing was a must-have item for traveling in the wilderness, killing people, and arson.
Now that Ren Xiaosu's second weapon had been unlocked, and his third weapon was still a long way off, Ren Xiaosu had loosened up on the use of gratitude tokens. He would kill more enemies and go back to get some gratitude tokens from Zhang Xiaoman and the others. In the end, the income would always be greater than the expenditure.
In fact, destroying a company of the Soong Clan only cost him slightly more than 20 gratitude tokens. If he brought Zhang Xiaoman and the others back for a drink after winning the battle, he would be able to earn a few hundred gratitude tokens …
Ren Xiaosu felt a little regretful that he did not manage to kill the Soong Clan sniper this time. But it did not matter. He had plenty of time to slowly play with the enemy.
It was very tiring to bend over to move forward in the bushes. The bushes were only about half a person's height at most, and it would be unbearable to bend over for too long.
If an ordinary person were to give chase, they would probably be exposed to the enemy sniper's field of vision very quickly. But Ren Xiaosu was not an ordinary person.
That afternoon, Ren Xiaosu followed the enemy's tracks all the way east along the mountain range. In the evening, just as Ren Xiaosu was temporarily unsure if he was heading in the right direction, he suddenly saw some biscuit crumbs on the ground.
Biscuits were basically standard rations for individual soldiers. It seemed like the other party had replenished his energy once here.
Biscuit crumbs were hard to notice even when he ate them. They were too crumbly.
The direction was correct. Ren Xiaosu squatted in the bushes and looked around. He was probably very close to the sniper.
When the sun set behind the mountains in the distance, the last ray of light turned from red to gray. The moment the sky darkened, the sniper suddenly saw a helmet lift up from where he had thrown the biscuit crumbs. He sneered. Did he really have to hit the helmet?
With a bang, a sniper bullet traveled an unknown distance and hit the lower right side of the helmet. If someone was holding the helmet up, then the person's position should be on the lower right side.
The mountain was very quiet, but the sniper was too far away to judge whether he had hit the target or not.
He asked in the comms channel, "Did anyone ambushing nearby hear the gunshots?"
"It's the sound of bullets entering flesh," someone replied. "We're about 300 meters away from the target, and we can vaguely hear the sound."
The sniper said on his comms channel, "Then the target should've been hit. Go check it out."
"Roger." Some of the guerrillas stealthily moved towards the spot where the sniper had shot.
A guerrilla company numbering as many as 120 people were moving stealthily in the mountains. If one did not look carefully, they would not even notice this group of people were there.
The strategic location of the Beiwan River was still very important. Otherwise, there would not be so many guerrillas and more than one sniper hidden in the mountain range that led to the Beiwan River.
This mountain range was not a necessary route, so most of the troops would not be able to pass through it. Neither would the heavily-armed armored troops. Even so, the Soong Clan were still being very cautious.
The guerrilla company headed up the mountain to surround the enemy. Over the comms channel, the company commander said softly, "The enemy is a supernatural being. It's very likely that he didn't die after getting hit by a sniper rifle. Be on high alert. Second Platoon will surround him from 3 o 'clock to prevent him from breaking out by force."
"It's already nighttime. If we encounter a breakout, the other platoons are to put on night vision equipment immediately."
Even though the enemy might have been shot, the Soong Clan's guerrilla company did not let their guard down.
But when the guerrilla company gradually tightened their encirclement, the company commander suddenly saw a pig's hind leg lying on the ground where the sniper had been shot!
One of the guerrillas was stunned. He asked on the comms channel, "Wait a minute, why would there be a pig's hind leg here?"
"It's a trap!" The company commander shouted on the comms channel, "Retreat, retreat!"
But it was already too late to retreat now.
A moment later, they suddenly noticed thin red thorns sweeping out from the bushes. At the same time, some strange plants were spraying potatoes at them!
What the fuck was that?!
The sniper was stunned as he listened to his comrades' cries on the comms channel. He had already cautiously changed his ambush location. Through his scope, he saw the vines that looked like purgatory tentacles once again strangling all life within its attack range.
The Soong Clan's sniper was afraid. He did not even dare raise his head. He crawled and fled into the distance. He wanted to rendezvous with the main force of the guerrillas. This was not an enemy he could deal with!
These were two companies with a total of two hundred and forty people, yet they had died in such a dubious manner.
But the sniper could not understand. How did the enemy carry a pig's hind leg up the mountain?!
Suddenly, the sound of a grenade exploding came from behind him. The sniper was shocked. If a grenade could be thrown at him, didn't that mean the enemy was very close to him?
The sniper was in despair, but he did not give up. He continued to crawl forward with all his might. He even used the slope of the hill to roll down the mountain.
This time, Ren Xiaosu had won by a little again.
The sniper had deliberately thrown some biscuit crumbs at Ren Xiaosu in an attempt to trick him.
However, Ren Xiaosu thought about it. How could a sniper who had always been very cautious suddenly drop something like biscuit crumbs? So, Ren Xiaosu subconsciously felt that it was a trap.
That was why he set up a trap to counterattack this time.
However, Ren Xiaosu still felt a little regretful. He was actually still very far away from the sniper, but he could not determine his position. Therefore, he decided to throw two grenades from the Shadow Door. Unfortunately, he did not manage to blast the sniper out.
Yang Xiaojin used to say that on the battlefield, proud snipers would sometimes insist on ending another sniper's life with a sniper.
However, Ren Xiaosu was not proud at all. He just liked to kill his opponents. As for how he killed them, it did not really matter.
After all, he was just someone with Advanced Firearms Proficiency. What was there to be proud of?
He was a soldier of the Razor Sharp Company, so of course he would do whatever was useful. He did not care about methods.
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