Special Years

After a while, Zhuang Yan suddenly shook his head.

"Forget it, I won't ask."

The old white hair said, "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Zhuang Yan stared at the observation mirror and said, "Everyone has weaknesses."

Old Baimao's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that this kid would occasionally show some surprising performances.

He didn't ask Zhuang Yan why he suddenly changed his mind.

After eating, the body became warm, and Lao Baimao and Zhuang Yan switched roles - Zhuang Yan crawled aside to sleep, Lao Baimao lay on the observation position, and continued to stare at the sheep intestines path.

The days of lurking are boring and boring. Every day is basically constant observation, regular recording, keeping the radio silent when there is nothing, turning on the channel at a fixed time period, and reporting the situation of monitoring the target area to the headquarters.

Not only 1 group, other groups also got nothing.

But solemnity is not for nothing.

At least during this lengthy wait, he gradually understood a truth.

As a sniper, why do you have to have enough patience, you must have a tough enough character and a person who is calm enough to be able to take the job.

Because that kind of boredom is maddening.

That's been the case in just a week.

Like in World War II, although snipers were only a newly emerging profession at the time, those snipers in urban street battles even stayed in a dilapidated building for a full month or even a few months. People, don't say crazy, but they will definitely be irritable and wrong because of this.

Compared to now, the latent training in the "Hunter" team was nothing short of pediatric.

Although Han boasted that he tried his best to create all kinds of harsh environments and caused you a little trouble from time to time, compared to this silent loneliness, it was simply heavenly treatment.

It was light and dark, dark and light.

A full 96 hours in four days slipped through my fingers without a sound.

There was never a "target" on that sheep intestine trail.

Everything is so quiet.

The whole world seems to be left with only himself and the old white hair.

The only thing that makes Zhuang Yan have fun and relax is a rather disgusting thing to say.

Those adult diapers that I originally brought came in handy.

There's a benefit to this thing. When you are lurking under the eyes of the enemy, you can directly sprinkle it in your crotch when you need to go to the toilet to solve the size problem.

When a sniper is far less tall than you see on TV.

Human beings have three priorities. They control the sky and the earth, and they can't control **** and fart.

When **** comes, if you have to pull it in your crotch, no matter how bad it smells, you have to recognize it.

The conditions here are quite good, because the "target" has not appeared for a long time, so there is no need to pull it in the crotch.

For the sake of safety, it is strictly controlled to release at night.

There is a small exit at the back of the sniper position. Drill out and walk along the left side. There will be a big rock. If the big rock goes west, it is a cliff, and below it is a ravine with a depth of tens of meters.

All you have to do is put the diaper on the ground, press the corners with stones to prevent the wind from blowing it away, and then follow the normal procedure and have a good soak.

After getting it done, wrap the diaper, take it to the edge of the cliff, throw it down, and let it never see the light of day.

What?

What if it gets thinner?

It's easy to handle, in addition to throwing away the diapers, you have an additional procedure to cover your excrement with nearby soil and gravel to avoid leaving traces.

Sounds, is it very BT?

That's right, you really can't do this without the ability and endurance of BT.

On TV, those snipers in suits and leather shoes, dressed in bright clothes, with a gun barrel out of the window, without adjusting the scope or correcting the wind, are very rare in reality.

For more than 70% of the time, the sniper was like a poor solemn, enduring all kinds of itching from various body odors and odors, and a random rub on his face could make a roll of mud, and his hair was dirty because of the dirt. It became oily and even sticking together, the nails were covered with black dirt, and the chin and cheeks were unshaven, and they looked like the homeless on the street.

At the moment of staying up until 7 o'clock in the evening on the fifth day and handing over the task manual to the old white hair, solemn even had an illusion.

He thought it was an intelligence error.

Or maybe he has already entered from another way, and has never passed through him at all.

"No. 0, how come this is the fifth day, and there is still no movement?"

He directly questioned the reliability of the intelligence.

"Is it because the person who provided the information himself made mistakes, and the information is unreliable?"

Old Baimao and Zhuang Yan changed positions, adjusted their postures on the observation position, and felt comfortable, and then said: "What are you talking about! You don't have to ask about these things, and you have no right to ask them, this is not We should ask, we are just people on a mission."

Zhuang Yan could only curl his lips and lay down on the floor mat.

I don't know how many times I watched the rain cloth top, and waited for the Sandman to attack.

With the recent two-shift monitoring shift, Zhuang Yan felt that his biological clock was a little out of whack.

Maybe there is too little activity every day, and he is even a little worried that he will gain a few pounds after returning and will not be able to keep up with the training.

"Number 0..."

He wanted to ask the old white hair if he could give him some time to adjust himself after he went back.

After all, he has followed him to perform tasks, so it is not a favoritism to raise your hand?

The words just said two words, but in the quiet wilderness, accompanied by the hissing wind blowing into the observation point, there were two dog barks in the distance.

Wang Wang——

Zhuang Yan had just half-closed his eyes, but this time he suddenly opened them.

dog?

There should be no dogs in this hell.

Did you hear it wrong?

Wang Wang——

Two more barks.

It's a dog!

He turned over suddenly + and lay on the ground.

In the darkness, the old white hair "shhh".

"Don't get excited."

Zhuang Yan immediately put on his night vision goggles~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and turned on the switch.

The surroundings became clear.

Climb to the observation port of your own position, and look solemnly towards the trail.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, obviously beyond the observation distance of the night vision goggles solemnly wearing. Although the terrain in the distance can be seen clearly, the small things cannot be detected.

He can't take out the night vision scope of the 85 spy now.

Although the thing can be seen clearly, it only has a usage time limit of about four hours, and after that, the light source must be activated again.

The sight is stimulated once a day. Zhuang Yan has just been stimulated during the day, and it has been put in the mirror box and closed. Once it is taken out, if it is not the "target", it will be a waste of time to use.

Now, only the high-resolution, high-magnification observation mirror in the old Baimao's hand can see the situation.

"No. 0." He felt his breathing quicken: "Is it the target?"