global sniper

Chapter 57 One person, one shot

Hearing the whimpering sound of the mortar shells in flight, Han Lang immediately thought that the enemy who attacked them had appeared!

The scenes that kept appearing in the nightmare caused his pupils to shrink to the size of a pinprick at this moment, and he threw himself sideways, and with a roar, he threw himself on the little girl.

The aunt and the others who came running from a distance reacted quickly, and swooped down with their guns in their hands amidst the roar of Han Lang. When the whistling sound hit their ears, they grabbed a large cloud of dust and fell to the ground.

A mortar is not a rocket or a bulky, powerful F-1 defensive grenade. It is a shell with a killing radius of more than 30 meters, and its power cannot be underestimated.

Just as everyone fell down, the shells roared and exploded on the ground.

The ground trembled, and a cloud of sand and dust shot up into the sky wrapped in thick smoke.

The shell exploded less than 200 meters away from Big Mom and the others, even if they didn't get down, it wouldn't be a big problem.

The target was not Han Lang, but Aunt and the others who ran out of the village.

In modern warfare, there are not many people who experience shelling, and there is no experience of the raging guns in World War II. Therefore, no one can accurately judge the impact point by listening to the sound of shells flying like in World War II.

But it was still audible flying overhead.

The moment the cannonball flew over his head, Han Lang, who had already thrown himself on the little girl, immediately realized that it wasn't him.

Without waiting for the little girl to react, she rolled over, grabbed the M14 that was thrown on the ground just now, got up on her knees, and quickly searched for the target amidst the sound of the explosion.

As the dust drifted, he saw black shadows behind several burning fire points, but he couldn't see the target clearly.

"sapphire."

Han Lang didn't call the little girl by a code name, turned his head to look at the unknown so, looked up at his little girl, and said, "Lie down here and don't move."

"clear."

The little girl put her hand under the scarf and returned in seconds.

After the little girl replied, Han Lang paused for a second or two, and while the aunt and the others got up and continued to run wildly, he withdrew his gaze and jumped up.

In the face of mortars, you can't wait to be bombed, that will be quite passive.

Only by approaching quickly and killing all the gunners can it be done once and for all!
The little girl looked at the back of the gun and ran away, until Han Lang ran four or fifty meters before she looked back and looked at the sniper scope again.

Han Lang roared while running: "Number two! Watch out for shelling!"

"clear."

The aunt flew back in seconds, staring at the front without stopping.

Turkey, didn't move.

About 500 meters is not the limit of his sniper distance, [-] to [-] meters is the limit, and a fixed target of [-] meters is not a big problem, as long as the weather is good and the wind is small, it can be hit.

So, he still lay there, looking for the location of the shelling.

When Han Lang ran, the butt of the gun rested on his shoulder, and the muzzle swiped to confirm that there was only a dark shadow in that area, and no obstacles could be seen in other positions, so he locked on to the target position and ran wildly.

Big Mom and the remaining five people, including the machine gunner Slug, understood Han Lang's intentions while Han Lang was running.

But they couldn't tell Han Lang to stop. Only by speeding up reinforcements could they escape the mortar's lock and minimize casualties.

The dust was still falling, and his sight quickly recovered, even if it was still blurry, as he approached, Han Lang's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinprick.

In the blurred vision, there are three pickup trucks there, which are the survivors behind the convoy.

On the two pickup trucks, rows of pipes are being erected, and vague figures are busy around.

Bazooka!
Han Lang's scalp exploded, and he raised the gun when he was shot, and fired it with a bang.

Once this thing shows its power, it will be a nightmare.

They, facing the rockets, are nothing but paper. Four barrels in one row, and three rows of rockets in the upper and lower rows will leave them with no bones left!

There was a bang gunshot, and a figure who was busy beside the car spewed blood in front of his head, half of his face disappeared, and he fell silently to the ground.

"Sniper!!"

Before his body fell down, someone exclaimed, followed by the shadows.

Han Lang fired a shot, not seeking to annihilate the enemy, but actually reminding the other party that an enemy is approaching and defending.

As long as the rocket launchers are not erected or reloaded, their threat is minimized.

At the same time, he had to bear all the pressure by himself.

Han Lang is not so arrogant that he is the number one in the world. When he was attacked, those somewhat illusory figures that were difficult to lock let him know that he was still far from the strong.

But he won't back down, even if the opponent is his old enemy, he won't back down.

A brave man overcomes difficulties, and he is a brave man.

A shot hit the target, the muzzle flicked, the footsteps continued, and the rushing sounds formed a line.

The bullets shot out one by one, flying around the three mortars in a whistling flyby.

There, just after a test shot, the adjustments were completed, and the shells were put into the muzzle one after another. While Han Lang fired, a person not far away waved his hand and ordered to fire.

tom!tom!tom!
Three muffled sounds, three shells sprayed out of the muzzle as the bullets flew, and disappeared into the distance with a whimper.

puff puff!

At the same time as the cannonball flew out, the three guys who had just put in the cannonball and covered their ears with their hands shook their heads, and fell down beside the cannon in the spurt of blood mist.

"Enemy attack!"

With a roar, the mortar position exploded.

The chaotic figures at the rocket launcher over there were frantically looking for a shelter to avoid the snipers, and an enemy attack was also spotted here, not even for three seconds.

Everyone gave up what was at hand, and picked up their guns one after another to find the target or seek cover.

Han Lang ran to the gun and didn't stop at all.

The rocket launcher is a huge threat, but it will not be able to launch for a while. The biggest threat is still the mortar, which is less than a kilometer away. Once they lock themselves, their survival is almost zero.Even if there are only three guns.

Amidst the bang bang gunshots, those figures who stood up in a panic, or tried to find cover to block the enemy, sprayed blood mist from their heads or upper bodies, and fell down one after another.

"there!!"

"There!!"

In a panic, someone saw Han Lang galloping. Although his vision was blurred, he knew that he was an enemy.

Amidst the panicked shouts, gunshots rang out, and the bullets whizzed past, heading straight for Han Lang who was running. No one thought about whether the AK could hit the enemy 800 to [-] meters away.

When Han Lang had a clearer line of sight and the moment the fire came out from the opposite side, he knelt down, shoveled up a large amount of sand and dust with his knees, locked the position of the fire in his sight, and sprayed flames from the muzzle.

There was a dense connection with bang bangs, and in the distant muzzle flames, the guns were dying, and the guns were headshots. In just a few seconds, when the rockets also locked on him, there was no one at the mortar.

Whether they were holding guns and shooting, or running to find cover, they all fell to the ground in the rapid and precise shooting, leaving behind three M1938 120mm heavy mortars, lifeless.

Fierce gunfire erupted ahead, making Big Mom and Slug very anxious, and it also made Turkey, who had been unable to see the target, a little impatient.

Although it is a newly formed team, fighting together is a comrade-in-arms, even if it takes money to work hard, there will still be a comrade-in-arms friendship, even if the time is short.

But they can't do anything except run, stare at the scope, and look for targets in the dust.

Han Lang is not affected by the outside world, the mortar position cannot see the moving target, the muzzle quickly turns, locks the position of the rocket launcher tens of meters apart, and fires rapidly again with a bang.

"Skyhawk! Hold on!"

Aunt's voice was calm, but still anxious.

The dense gunfire was enough to show that Han Lang faced more than twenty enemies alone.

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