War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 91 The sniper after standing in the wrong team
Amidst the soft sound of "crash, la la", the cowhide book that fell on the carpet turned to the blank fifth page by itself without any wind.Then the metal quill began its painting as if no one was there.

In the soft sound of "swish, swish, swish", a forest first appeared on the light yellow page, and then a blue hat with a Nagant revolver on his chin appeared, and in his arms, Then he clings to the flag of the 163rd Infantry Division.

With a soft "click", the metal quill that completed the task fell on the thick carpet.At the same time, two lines of writing appeared under the picture it just drew:
Character Identity: Citizen Guard Scout Victor

Return mission: Assist Citizen Guard sniper Mika Raikkonen to kill the commander of the 163rd Soviet Infantry Division and take at least five photos.

Language Mission: Snipe and kill at least five Soviet soldiers
language task?what is this?and many more!Civil Guard?Sniping Soviet soldiers?

Fuck!Standing on the wrong team!
In a sound of national curse full of surprise, intense white light filled his field of vision, and before his field of vision returned to normal, he felt the cold wind blowing like a knife!

As the glaring white light subsided, Wei Ran's vision also returned to normal, and then he saw the rapidly retreating coniferous forest and a tall pine tree approaching at the same speed in front of him!
"Fuck me fuck me!"

A series of beautiful Chinese popped out of Wei Ran's mouth, and before he had time to think about it, he relied on his muscle memory to manipulate the skis under his feet to avoid the pine trees less than 20 meters away, and then a skilled ice hockey brake stopped on the soft and cold on the snow.

Looking back at the big tree that he almost hit just now, Wei Ran sat down on the cold snow with lingering fear, staring at the dark night sky with dull eyes.For a while, I still couldn't accept the fact that I ran to Finland.

It took a full 5 minutes to calm down the excitement, and Wei Ran had a smile on his face. Although he was on the wrong team, at least there was the flag in his notebook, and in this battle, he stood in Finland It's much safer to stand on the side of the little Sisu than to stand on Maozi's side, at least you don't have to worry about freezing to death.

After calming down, Wei Ran also noticed the occasional gunshots in the woodland on the surrounding hilltops.Carefully getting up and looking around, here is a dense snow-covered coniferous forest, the steep slope extends all the way down and there is no end in sight.

I turned the ski pole in my hand and tried to poke it down. The snow was more than half a meter thick.Looking at the top of the head, the gorgeous aurora flutters back and forth like a storm. If you ignore the crisp gunshots around you from time to time, the unique scenery of the polar region is extraordinarily magnificent.

He looked down at himself. He was wearing a white camouflage suit covering his head and feet. He carried a Finnish version of the Mosin Nagant rifle on his shoulders. On the wide brown belt around his waist, in addition to a hard cowhide ammunition bag and a canvas dry food bag containing bacon, there is also a flare gun.Looking down, the feet are wearing a pair of very Finnish Lapland high-waisted boots and skis fixed to the boots with buckskin ropes.

"It seems that you are really on the side of the Finns?"

Wei Ran was lying on the soft snow again, and a matte black pistol that did not belong to this era suddenly appeared in his hand. He removed the magazine and took a look. Unsurprisingly, there was no bullet at all.

I retracted the pistol and took out the kerosene lamp that was still in the notebook and shook it lightly. The kerosene inside was full, but the Kiev 30 spy camera that was originally hanging on the handle was gone, and only one was left. The kerosene lighter made a crisp sound as Wei Ran shook and collided with the kerosene lamp.

Putting the kerosene lamp back, he was in the mood to pick up the Finnish version of the Mosin Nagant rifle that he had just thrown aside, skillfully pulled the bolt and loaded a bullet.He didn't get up in a hurry, he was still thinking about the language task that suddenly appeared in the cowhide notebook.

In other words, as long as you kill five Soviet soldiers, you will probably be able to understand Finnish?
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran struggled to stand up again, stepped on the skis, pressed his body to the lowest position, and carefully slid to a small platform less than five meters square near the foot of the mountain in the dark night.

Here you can already clearly hear the noises from time to time around you, you can even more clearly see the muzzle flames that light up from time to time at the foot of the mountain, and you can even hear the screams of the Soviet soldiers after being hit by bullets.

Looking around vigilantly, he crossed his ski poles and poked at the edge of a pine tree that was enough to block him, then took off the rifle on his shoulder and put it on the ski poles, and slowly moved the muzzle to aim at the pine tree. Soviet soldiers fighting back hastily on the snowy ground at the foot of the mountain.

Although he was on Finland's side to deal with the Soviet Red Army this time, Wei Ran didn't feel any psychological pressure at all.I don't have the guts to fight against the leather book, if I don't fight now, maybe I will be the one who will die next time.Even if he doesn't die, if he is left in this era, he probably won't be able to live for long.

Since there is always one to die, it must not be me who dies.

Muttering to himself, Wei Ran used the front sight to catch a muzzle flash that lit up on the snow from time to time, and then calmly pulled the trigger according to the hunting skills Jima taught him.

The moment the clear gunshot sounded, he didn't care whether he hit it or not, he immediately retracted the gun and hid behind the pine tree, slowly pulled the bolt, and let the hot bullet case evaporate into the snow to form a small, inconspicuous ball. white mist.

After waiting for a while, Wei Ran put the gun on the ski pole again, aimed at a black figure that stood out in the snow and pulled the trigger.

The tree trunk was retracted again, and before the second shell casing hit the snow, the dense bullets hit the surrounding tree trunks "aggressively".

He squatted down cautiously, pulled the ski pole to his side with the tip of the gun, and took advantage of the gap between the opponent's strafing shots to support the ski pole and quickly left the place.

Moving horizontally forward for a distance of [-] meters, Wei Ran found a place where he could see the Soviet Red Army at the foot of the mountain again, and saw the opportunity to pull the trigger again.

I don't know how many hits
Just as he had time to say something, a flare suddenly lifted off from the top of the mountain behind him, drawing a parabola to light up the cold night sky above the heads of the Soviet Red Army below the mountain.

Given a rare opportunity, Wei Ran immediately stretched out the muzzle of his gun, aimed at the figures who kept shooting down the mountain, and pulled the trigger one after another.

Quickly emptied the magazine with the only two bullets left, Wei Ran shifted his position again, found a big tree to hide again, and then took out a magazine from the ammunition bag at his waist in a leisurely manner. Pressed it into the magazine.

Taking advantage of the last moment when the flare was about to go out, Wei Ran continued to shoot two bullets towards the Soviet Red Army down the mountain.

"Should this be enough?"

Wei Ran carefully looked at the dozens of Soviet Red Army soldiers left at the foot of the mountain. After hesitating for a moment, he slid down the mountain for a hundred meters with his ski poles, then hid behind a big rock, and headed towards the mountain less than a hundred meters away. The enemy pulled the trigger again.

Until he emptied the rifle chamber and there was only the last bullet left in the chamber. Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the stone, had not had time to pull the bolt, the piercing headache made his eyes go black, and he fell directly on the cold snow. on the ground.

　During the business trip, we will resume and add updates the day after tomorrow, I hope you will forgive me
　　
　
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