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A company commander bent over Hu Congfu and said, "There are many French snipers in Colonel Hu’s section, and soldiers are often shot in the head. You and your teachers should be careful!"

Hu Congfu said, "Don’t let me see his gun. If he dares to shoot, he will die."
Zhang Yiping poked his head out slightly so that his eyes could see that the French across the street saw the French ambush the body and stretched out a barrel to shoot guns here, but after two or three shots at most, these gunmen would kill the intermediate gunmen in the 33rd regiment.
Zhang Yiping scanned the front and found no doubt.
Hu Congfu kept moving several positions and killed several enemies. Just as he came out of the ditch and put his gun out to aim at the firing, there was a little fire on the opposite pile of corpses, and "bang" bullets flew to his head.
Zhang Yiping is a few meters away from Hu Congfu, and there is no way to save him. At the same time, his angle is not very good. Although he has seen the sniper who shot Hu Congfu, even if his gun can hit the corpse pile, it is impossible to hit the sniper.
Zhang Yiping quickly jumped up and rushed to Hu Congfu’s side. Halfway through, he saw Hu Congfu’s head tilted a bullet and hit the side of his helmet and sent off a line of Mars.
Zhang Yiping quickly pointed the muzzle at the French sniper face to face.
In Zhang Yiping’s eyes, this concealed French sniper seems to have slowed down a hundred times. Zhang Yiping saw that he was preparing to pull the rifle out of a small gap in the pile of corpses.
At this time, Zhang Yiping’s gun rang and the bullet passed by the sniper’s wooden tray and passed through the narrow gap
Sniper’s eye pupil enlarges the flying bullet. His eye pupil is alluded to a black spot, and it is getting bigger and bigger. Just as the horror hits his face, the bullet shoots into his right eye and slightly tilts into his head, causing great damage to his head, making him lie prone on the spot. His right eye turned into a red hole, and red and white flowed out.
Hu Congfu sat in the tunnel, picked up his helmet and put it on again. He said calmly, "I have been practicing active bombs. I always sensed that the French wanted to kill me and they still couldn’t make that bomb."
Chapter 119 Memorial of the Dead
Well, it’s the second time that Hu Congfu was almost killed by someone, but both times he was very lucky to let him escape. Is it because this guy is active? Zhang Yiping doesn’t know, but it’s certain that he can’t stop playing.
"A person won’t always be lucky to go to the sky!" Zhang Yiping pointed to Hu Congfu’s shoulder rank and his body. The officer said, "Don’t put on official prestige when you go to the front. Remove the rank and your officer and dress up as ordinary soldiers so as not to provoke enemy snipers!
Hu Congfu muttered, "If the enemy sniper doesn’t hit me, I may hit you! If you have any losses, more than 10,000 brothers in the * * group will spare me. I can’t bear the blame. "
Hu Congfu said, "The enemy snipers stared at me not because I was an officer, but because I killed five or six of them as soon as I was good. If more than 10,000 of our brothers were as good as me, the French would not be far away from extinction." Hu Congfu said that his theory of human nature would never change his boast.
After a whimper overhead, I knew that the enemy mortar shells were coming, and the large-caliber mortar shells landed nearby.
Zhang Liuhe shouted "Be careful", but Zhang Yiping slowly sat down against the ditch wall and said to Hu Congfu next to him, "If you can’t hide this thing, you will bet that you won’t be lucky if you don’t have a big life!"
Hu Congfu laughed. "Even if it blows up, I can’t blow it up."? Then it’s my turn to kill you! "
Mortar shells fell around like raindrops and exploded. At that time, smoke filled the dust around the position, and shrapnel flew over the top of the missile and made a "scowl" sound.
As soon as the explosion stopped, Zhang Yiping poked his head out through the hazy smoke and saw a French army leaping from the pile of corpses and rushing towards the position.
These ordinary soldiers have not attracted Zhang Yiping’s interest, and Zhang Yiping knows that they will be killed by the Ministry if they can’t reach the front 50 meters.
From the swaying of the figure, Zhang Yiping found that the French army was followed by three vigorous and fast-moving people in camouflage clothes and sniper rifles, leaping from the cover and rushing to the front.
They tried to pounce on a better sniper position in front by this shelling and charge cover. They bent down and acted as agile as leopards, and they moved in sections at a time, but it was very short when they were more than ten meters away.
The most important thing is that there are French soldiers charging ahead to cover them, and China people can’t find them.
But they were very unlucky when they met Zhang Yiping.
Yiping saw at a glance that these three snipers tried to move, but they made a big taboo that they should not expose their bodies so thoroughly under any circumstances!
However, it’s no wonder that their soldiers in China, although good at marksmanship, have not been specially trained as snipers and are not very familiar with sniper skills. These three snipers have indeed fooled most gunmen in China.
Zhang Yiping’s fastest speed "pull bolt, aim, fire" in one go. Three bullets successively crossed the body gap of French soldiers in the charge and hit three French snipers in the forehead and chest respectively. When three snipers were about to reach their favorite sniper point, their bodies suddenly fell and fell to the ground.
Guillome is an excellent sniper. When three colleagues jumped out of his sight, he felt a strong sense of danger.
This is an intuition about danger. Guillome has always believed in his intuition. It is with this intuition that German elite snipers have killed their opponents many times and survived.
A talented sniper should not only have talent, but also work hard on the battlefield the day after tomorrow. But for Guillome, besides the above conditions, he should also have a keen sense of smell and feel dangerous before.
Guillome is such a talented sniper. He has achieved fruitful results on the western front.
Before the actual shelling, a sniper was killed by China people, and Guillome had this disturbing feeling, but now it is getting stronger and stronger.
This strong dangerous intuition restrained Guillome’s impulse when the three snipers in front of him tried to change their positions while shelling and French troops charged.
The first sniper was shot, which verified Guillome’s intuition. He followed the trajectory to find the shooter’s position, but the chaotic footsteps of the French soldiers who charged blocked his view and made him unable to see the position of the Chinese team.
It was not until the third sniper was killed that Guillome found the gunman in the position of the Chinese team through the shaking steps of the French soldiers in the charge. He saw a farmer’s helmet and a barrel sticking out of the position, and the muzzle was still smoking.
With Guillome feeling he sure this is being killed his three partners!
Unfortunately, it was a moment when the French soldiers shook their feet and blocked the target.
But it doesn’t matter. That was enough for an experienced sniper like Guillome.
Guillome can aim roughly by feeling, and when the French soldiers’ footsteps flash, even for a tenth of a second, he will be able to seize the opportunity to shoot the enemy!
Guillome kept a close eye on the sight, and sure enough, after the French soldiers’ footsteps shook, a farmer’s helmet appeared in the sight, with a pair of sharp eyes and half a face with a little contempt.
China people’s muzzle smoke curled up obviously just fired a bullet. Guillome Huo Ran was surprised! A bullet just crossed a French soldier’s trouser barrel and flew to Guillome. It instantly drilled into Guillome’s eyebrows. Guillome could also see the blood blossom. His fingers consciously pulled the trigger, but he lost all his strength and consciousness at the same time.
Zhang Yiping has found Guillome and charged. The French soldier pulled the trigger before his leg flashed. When the French soldier’s leg flashed through Guillome, he saw that the Zhang Yiping Zhang Yiping bomb had arrived.
For Zhang Yiping, Guillome is nothing but his intention to find and kill a famous sniper, but for Guillome, a talented sniper, it is a department.
Generally, every time a sniper kills a person, he will draw a stroke with his sniper rifle. Is this a sign to flaunt his merits and taste the memory of the dead?
But Zhang Yiping didn’t have this habit. Guillome, Zhang Yiping’s rifle and his heart left no memory. Zhang Yiping completely forgot it one second after he popped out of the chamber.
Chapter 12 Territory
"Bang, bang, bang …" A gunshot rushed to the front, and the French soldiers were knocked down in rows. When they fell to the ground, their eyes stood out in the field, and they seemed unwilling to take a last-minute look at Paris, where the Chinese people groaned.
However, the war is cruel, but they can’t get the same nostalgia for Paris. China people understand that the bullet has been shot into their blood chest without mercy, draining their blood and bringing them endless darkness and despair!
The French soldiers in the front row fell to the ground, and the soldiers in the back row quickly fell to the ground. The China soldiers exchanged fire, but they were out of cover. The French soldiers were really grasshoppers in the autumn-they couldn’t jump for long.
Zhang Yiping has been squatting in the ditch. He sent the magazine. Although there are still five bullets in it, he still took them out of the magazine and filled them one by one.
A gunman must have enough bullets in his rifle at all times, and once he has them, he must replenish them.
Hu Congfu ran out of bullets and squatted down to call out, "Colonel, no teachers! How many shots did you shoot today? I’ve shot twenty times! Hey! " Hu Congfu laughed with a little boast.
Zhang Yiping gave him a scratch. A clown knows quantity and doesn’t pay attention to quality. "There are five shots, but one shot killed a man who almost killed you."
"If you almost killed me, you wouldn’t have been killed. Don’t do this. Even if you save my life, I won’t recognize it. I have the merit to feel the danger coming. Finally, I know that avoiding the French can’t kill me!" Hu Congfu said
"The French can’t kill you not because you can do kung fu, but because you are so thick-skinned that you can’t penetrate a bullet," said Zhang Yiping Naidi.
"Are you? Does thick skin also have this function? " Hu Congfu touched his rough face and pretended to be confused. "I have to practice again if I have a chance."
Zhang Yiping walked to the front ditch with a rifle. Here, he couldn’t find the sniper’s trace. He was not interested in ordinary French soldiers and didn’t want to compete with his soldiers.
Hu Congfu was followed by two people who came to a ditch in tandem. A company commander greeted Zhang Yiping and Hu Congfu and said, "The battalion commander, there are French snipers here. Keep your head down and be careful."
"What memory has risen? I am now the head of the regiment, and this head is now a teacher." Hu Congfu corrected.
Zhang Yiping said, "Don’t treat me like a teacher. I am now a soldier sniper. The bigger the local official, the more dangerous it is."
The three men bent forward for more than a dozen steps and saw that the soldiers were all in the ditch and didn’t even dare to lift their heads.