order of war

Shoving the letter back into his hand, Qin Feng began to search for supplies.

Compared with ordinary combat groups, the materials of the sniper group are much better.

The supplies were all canned, fourteen, on the bottom of the backpack.

Then there were white ghillie suits and snow-white capes on the two of them.

Secondly, a bolt-action sniper rifle, Qin Feng looked at it, and felt that this thing was too troublesome, or semi-automatic was better.

Then all the universal bullets were loaded into the backpack, then two packs of cigarettes, a kerosene lighter, and two water bottles.

Finally, Qin Feng also took down all the watches, boots, and daggers from the sniper's hands.

The watch is because Qin Feng does not have it, and the boots are because it was found that this boot is fleece.

The dagger, on the other hand, is a high-grade product, because this thing is in a memory fragment, and the instructor has one.

The supplies were sorted out, two backpacks, one in front of the other, and finally the same TBV semi-automatic sniper rifle of the observer hand was taken away.

As for the reason, Qin Feng was thinking of leaving a spare, in case it broke, wouldn't his path to King Gou be cut off.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the surrounding gunfire was no longer as dense as before.

Back at the shelter, it was still the same, with blankets covering the planks and leaving a third of the vents.

After lighting the fire, Qin Feng began to classify the contents of the two backpacks.

To Qin Feng's surprise, there were actually three kinds of canned food, three of which were canned fruits and vegetables.

Then there were bullets, grenades, directly caught in their backpacks, hundreds of shots, not counted, grenades are almost twenty.

Later, two chocolates and a pen were found in the backpack compartment.

However, after Qin Feng sorted everything out, he soon found that he seemed to have nothing to do.

And once people have nothing to do, their thoughts will fly.

Especially thinking that he would stay in this battlefield for more than twenty days, Qin Feng was a little desperate.

"Alas!"

Sighing, Qin Feng opened two cans, and after eating, he wrapped the blanket around himself and began to sleep directly.

......

On the fifth day, the enemy was killed, 13 people.

On the sixth day, 15 people were killed.

......

On the thirteenth day, 12 people were killed, and Qin Feng's arm was rubbed into a blood trough by the fragments of the explosion.

There is no way, mainly due to luck, the shell fell almost forty meters away, and it almost cooled.

Time seems to have lost its meaning, from the initial killing of the enemy, there will be emotional fluctuations, until later numbness.

Every day to the end of the battle, Qin Feng would find an enemy closer to him, then kill it, and collect replenishment supplies.

In fact, from the tenth day, there was no need for Qin Feng to continue collecting materials.

Because he barely moved on his stomach every day, and then he didn't consume much.

Half a piece of chocolate, plus a can in the evening and morning, this configuration is enough for him to live here for a month and a half.

The main thing was the eighth day, probably hitting the storage points of materiel and harvesting a bunch of cans and bullets.

However, the material wealth is a world away from Qin Feng's mental state.

Qin Feng, who had not spoken for nearly ten days, felt like a madman at this time.

I don't know when he suddenly missed "Seventeen", the girl who had met for only one day.

Moreover, he has become a little broken mouth lately, of course, not when fighting.

Qin Feng's own explanation for himself was that if he didn't talk again, he would probably forget to speak.

As for the PTSD written in other novels, Qin Feng felt that he was in good shape.

There may be a little overreaction, but it's manageable.

But the trouble is that he has been a little irritable lately, and has been here for so many days, lying on his stomach every day, shooting twice an hour, and he is almost bored to vomit blood.

Even, Qin Feng began to try to pick some distant targets as much as possible to increase the fun of shooting.

But in general, the mood is still very irritable, he really wants to stand and howl, but here a howl, may only be exchanged for a shuttle bullet.

With luck, there may be mortar shells.

In the past few days, Qin Feng has all looked at the battle between the two camps.

Roughly, the infantry grabbed the point, and then one side attacked the building.

Can't attack, shelling, no more, call wandering armored vehicles, tanks, etc.

Both sides are basically like this, and they fight during the day, and they may lose again at night.

Then continue to fight during the day, anyway, just like that, there is the sniper Lao Liu, who is similar to Qin Feng.

Roughly it is a day to find a nest and a cat, but Qin Feng is different from them, they shoot too often, and they don't care about the target value at all.

Qin Feng, who couldn't sleep over and over, had to sit up and look at the small fire on the side in a daze.

The wood in this house was almost burned by Qin Feng, but there was still a next room.

It was all a small surprise, Qin Feng found a beautiful necklace, I don't know what material it is, anyway, I think it looks good and throw it in my backpack.

And just when Qin Feng felt bored, on the other side of the scene, a strange story came out.

......

Free Trade Alliance, a certain offensive company on the front line.

"Hey guys, you know what, today the White Reaper's bullet grazed my scalp and flew over!!"

"Cut, you just blow it, if you really run into that guy, can you still brag now!?"

"It is!"

And if Qin Feng was here, he might have found that the person in front of him who spoke was the one he fired at the target that he had pulled the distance to 600 meters during the day.

That's right, six hundred meters.

Before coming here, Qin Feng also believed that in the TV series he watched, those movements were easily hit, and the 1200-meter thing was true.

But when he really fought, he knew that he didn't need one thousand two or six hundred meters, even if it was the current six-fold mirror.

He looked like a black spot, maybe bigger, but it didn't make a difference.

So far, his personal farthest kill record should be about 700 meters, purely a blind cat ran into a dead rat, happened to fire a shot, and then received a hint and killed.

Then Qin Feng began to try how far he could fight.

But the real situation is that even if a six-fold mirror is added, within two hundred meters, the accuracy rate is almost 100%, 400 meters, and 80% hit rate.

Five hundred meters, fifty percent, five hundred upwards, pure luck.

After that thing shoots, it's just a matter of eating.

Putting away his messy thoughts, Qin Feng began to sleep by reminiscing about the past.

Before crossing, Qin Feng was an office worker, and it was better to call it work, but it was actually no different from factory screwing.

Repeating mechanical work every day, and getting drunk on that day was because the company had a dinner, and the boss announced the layoffs at the beginning.

And Qin Feng happened to be in this batch, and then there was not so much blood, everyone took money to gather and scatter, and after a look for intertwined workplace affection, they were drunk.