global sniper

Chapter 7 Visitor
The little girl is obviously not a local congregation, because she is no longer a child, and she has long understood what not to eat.But I ignored this point, and even made pimple soup with canned pork in the Ukrainian lunch military ration, and the little girl still ate it, not less...

After pondering for a while, Han Lang glanced at the little girl who was concentrating on practicing, and shook his head secretly.

These are not important anymore...

On this day, Han Lang taught the little girl everything from punching, using daggers, to using pistols, hoping that after he left, she would be able to protect herself.

And the little girl learned very quickly. In only one day, apart from the jerky and unsmooth dagger and boxing, she was able to respond quickly and correctly according to commands, such as lying down, aiming, and concealed shooting, but she had never fired a gun.

This place is not suitable for gun practice. Before the injury heals, Han Lang tries to avoid being discovered here. Even though he is on the edge of the deserted desert, there is no guarantee that no one will pass by.

Waking up the next day, Han Lang packed up the lunch box after eating, and was about to urge the little girl to practice with a gun, when she turned her head, the little girl was standing there looking at him with an AK47 in her arms.

"Sapphire, you just need to practice pistols, you don't need this, it's what you need on the battlefield." Han Lang stepped forward to take the AK while talking.

The little girl blinked her big eyes, turned around and took out another AK from the bucket, hugged it, and looked at Han Lang.

"This is for war..." Han Lang felt a little headache and took the AK from the little girl's hand again.

The little girl didn't resist, she blinked her big eyes, turned her head and picked up an AK47 from the bucket again, still looking at Han Lang quietly, without moving.

Han Lang understood what the little girl meant, that she wanted to learn how to spear.

But it is used on the battlefield, it is not the same concept as a pistol for self-protection, it is used for killing, he can't let the little girl become a soldier, that is not what he wants to see.

But the little girl obviously didn't intend to give up learning about spears.

Looking at the little girl, Han Lang took a deep breath, did not take the spear from her hand again, put down one, and walked to the training position with the other.

After passing by, he can't decide the fate of the little girl. Maybe, seeing that the little girl uses AK a lot, she thinks this is what needs to be learned.

Han Lang gave up his plan to prevent her from learning the spear, patiently explained the essentials of shooting, and crammed the basic knowledge into the little girl.

For three days, the little girl never touched a pistol again, from AK47 to 74M, to G3A3 assault rifles, AUG A1 assault rifles, especially the SSG 69 sniper rifle. An hour or two.

After breakfast, he left the little girl to practice static aiming by himself. Han Lang checked the wound and confirmed that there was no redness and swelling. Let out a sigh of relief.

The stitches were finally removed.

In these eight days, or nine days, after a few days of recovery, the eye of the needle will completely close and then you can leave.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Looking at the little girl who was concentrating on practicing aiming, Han Lang decided to leave today.

"Sapphire, let's practice here first." Han Lang said while standing up.

The little girl turned her head and glanced at Han Lang, followed by standing up neatly, skillfully checking the gun and carrying it on her back.

Even without bullets, it is still meticulous.

Han Lang looked at the little girl standing in front of him, and said calmly, "Sapphire, I'm leaving. I'll take you to practice shooting today, and I'll send you back in three days."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, as if she didn't understand why.

But Han Lang knew that she understood, so he smiled, turned his head and walked towards the residence.

Walking into the room where he lived for a few days, Han Lang put down his sniper rifle, glanced at the little girl who was following closely behind him, picked up the water in the bucket, put it down and said: "I leave these for you, enough for you It's been two or three months."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, put down the AK74M she was carrying in silence, and when Han Lang turned around to pick up the remaining bucket, she bent down to pick up the bucket, and put it into the pickup with great effort.

"That's for you, I have enough for a few days." Han Lang shook his head with a smile, reached out and picked up the bucket again.

The little girl kept silent, bent down and picked up the bucket of water that Han Lang had just put down, avoiding Han Lang's hand, and put it into the bucket again.

"This is for you..." Han Lang put down the bucket with one hand, and reached out to grab the bucket that the little girl was about to put down with the other.

The little girl tried to stop her, but she was not as strong as Han Lang. She struggled a bit, let go of the bucket, walked quickly to the food on the ground, bent down, picked it up, and quickly walked back to the pickup.

"I don't need so much..." Han Lang stretched out his hand to block the little girl's movement to put it down, and said.

The little girl looked at Han Lang stubbornly, blinked her big eyes, dropped the things she was holding in her hands, walked quickly to the things on the ground again, grabbed them and returned to the pickup.

"Listen to me." Han Lang grabbed the little girl's shoulders, looked into her beautiful big eyes and said in a deep voice, "Sapphire, these are all for you. I'll bring water for three days, and a few packs of military rations will be enough." .”

The little girl was short of breath, she stared at Han Lang, struggled hard, but couldn't break free, but she didn't intend to put down the military blanket in her hand, she just looked at Han Lang like that.

Han Lang looked into the little girl's eyes, and saw the complicated expressions of stubbornness and anxiety, and his heart trembled.

"Sapphire, you..." Han Lang still tried to persuade the little girl.

The little girl struggled hard again, and the moment Han Lang let go, she grabbed the military blanket Han Lang used to sleep and turned around to the passenger driver, opened the door and sat straight in.

Standing there, Han Lang exhaled foul breath, knowing that the little girl meant that she didn't want him to go, at least she didn't want him to go alone.

It is indeed inappropriate to leave the little girl here, but the road is very dangerous. This is a war-torn country, and it is difficult to have safety guarantees. If the road is not well secured, there will be battles.

Moreover, it is difficult to say whether they will encounter enemies who attack them.He couldn't put the little girl in danger.

Standing there silent for a few seconds, Han Lang walked to the side of the car, just about to open the door, but the little girl then pulled the door tightly, staring at Han Lang with big eyes through the glass, without blinking.

Ok……

Han Lang shook his head and stopped insisting. He took half a step back and said, "Since you don't want to stay here, then I will take you into the city. It will be safer in the city. Pack it up quickly and leave in a while."

The little girl stared at Han Lang, still not moving.

Han Lang stopped talking, turned his head and started packing, putting all the things he used into the truck.

The little girl looked at Han Lang, opened the car door when he turned to walk towards the car, got out of the car and ran quickly to the sleeping position, quickly wrapped up a few things needed, wrapped them in a military blanket, and ran back to the car in a few steps. The passenger got into the side of the car.

The busy Han Lang saw the little girl's movements, he didn't smile, he paused, and continued to be busy.

He knew that the little girl was worried that he would abandon her, and she also knew that he wanted to use the car, so she stayed in the car.

After taking away everything that could be taken here in just ten minutes, the car slowly drove out of the room.

The little girl drove out of the village in the car and drove into the Gobi without moving. She didn't even look at the dilapidated village or Han Lang. She just quietly hugged her things and stared ahead as the car swayed.

Han Lang didn't make a sound, the speed of the car was not fast, at the speed of [-] to [-] kilometers, it slowly drove in the direction it came from, relying on memory, it slowly drove to the place where the comrades-in-arms were buried forever.

About twenty kilometers, it took less than an hour to drive to the foot of the mountain.

Han Lang stopped the car silently, took out the sniper rifle, took out the AUG A1 automatic rifle, put the sniper rifle on his back, sorted the seized chest bag, pulled off the camouflage net and covered the vehicle, and then he couldn't see it. The wreckage of the vehicles in the distance did not pass by, and went straight up the hillside.

Coming back here again, he didn't go the same way he left it, it was too far from the car to look after it, and it wasn't necessary.On this side, only a few hundred meters away is the place where the comrades-in-arms are buried forever.

The little girl put down the army blanket now, imitating Han Lang while putting a breast bag containing her clothes on her body, carrying an AK74M and following Han Lang who was walking up the mountain without pulling a single step.

Han Lang walked heavily.

He didn't know if the remains of his comrades were still intact, because vultures and hyenas came here.

Walking up the hill step by step, along the way, you can occasionally see bullet casings that were not buried by the wind and sand, and bullet craters with traces of gunpowder smoke.

Feng Lang breathed slowly, tried hard to control himself, and walked step by step.

Finally, he saw the pile of stones.

He didn't speed up or slow down, and walked straight over.

The pile of stones was still the same, but the hyenas hadn't dug it up. It seemed that the hyenas didn't come up. Otherwise, the hyenas couldn't move the stones away, but the soil around them couldn't stop them from digging.

Han Lang silently stood in front of the pile of stones, carrying a sniper rifle and an assault rifle, quietly looking at the pile of stones.

The little girl was very well-behaved, she seemed to feel the pain in Han Lang's heart, and knew that this pile of stones exuding a faint stench was very important to Han Lang, so she stood motionless beside Han Lang.

Time passed slowly, and the sun gradually became vicious.

Han Lang had been standing for three hours.

Beads of sweat protruded faintly from the little girl's forehead, but she didn't move either.

Standing, Han Lang's body began to shake slightly.

Although his wound has healed, he has lost too much blood, far from being able to recover in a few days, he will still be very weak.

The little girl turned her head to look at Han Lang, blinked her big eyes, put the gun on her back, stepped forward to support Han Lang's arm, and looked up at him.

Han Lang didn't turn his head, slowly knelt down on one knee, and sat down with the support of the little girl.

He really couldn't stand up, sweating profusely.But he didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay with his comrades for a while.I don't know when I will come back again.

The little girl also sat down, sitting on the hot sand, quietly looking at the pile of stones.

It seems that I want to see what's going on here and what's below.

Time passed slowly, the temperature was getting higher and higher, and the earth began to become unreal.

Han Lang remained motionless, quietly looking at the pile of stones in front of him.

The little girl turned her head to look at the sun, then looked back at Han Lang, blinked her big eyes, got up and stood up, walked two steps and looked at Han Lang worriedly, then turned around and left, running quickly Go to the concealed pickup truck, get under the camouflage net, pick up a marching jug filled with water, and two bags of marching rations. Bu turned and ran back.

Han Lang wasn't lost, nor was he unconscious. He was heartbroken and couldn't breathe due to the pain.

The comrades who had been fighting together for several years suddenly left him, and they still fell before his eyes, which made him step over this hurdle at all.

Every day, he wakes up in a nightmare, and the scenes are replays of fierce battles, making him watch his comrades fall in front of him over and over again, shooting desperately but it is difficult to save even one person's life.He roared loudly, but couldn't stop his comrades from falling down.

He heard the little girl leave, but he didn't look back.

He didn't want to move, he didn't want to move.

The little girl was holding her things, and ran quickly on the hillside out of breath. When she saw Han Lang's figure, she let go of her heart and stood there panting for a while before running forward again.

Han Lang still didn't move when the little girl covered himself with an army blanket, like a clay sculpture or wood carving.

The little girl then handed the water bottle to Han Lang's mouth.

Han Lang slowly turned his head to look at the little girl, then came back to his senses, took a few sips from the water bottle, handed it back to the little girl, turned his gaze back, and murmured: "Saber, take good care of them..."

"After I leave, don't let the discipline loose..."

"Even if you take off your military uniform, you are still soldiers..."

"I don't wear military uniform anymore... I can come back again... I will come back to avenge you..."

The little girl was holding a water bottle and two bags of marching rations, quietly looking at the pile of stones.

It seems that now she understands what is buried under this pile of rotten stones, and why Han Lang looks so painful, the pain is so heartbreaking.

Until the sun went west, Han Lang didn't eat anything, just drank a few sips of water and kept murmuring. In the end, only his lips moved and his voice was silent.

But he just sat there and refused to leave.

The little girl tried several times to let Han Lang eat, but Han Lang refused.

He really has no appetite and no mood to eat.He was about to leave, and he wanted to tell his comrades who had lived and died together for several years. He didn't want to waste time.

The little girl didn't eat either, and the torn army rations were placed in front of Han Lang.She also just drank a few sips of water and didn't touch the food.

It seemed that she had to wait until Han Lang had a meal before eating.

In the almost silent murmur, the little girl looked up at Han Lang under the camouflage cloth, then at the torn military rations, stood up, and went straight down the mountain with the camouflage cloth.

At this time, it was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was struggling to spit out heat, trying to squeeze out the little water on the earth.

But in the illusory, there is no movement at all; there are no vultures hovering in the sky, and here, like the dead place, it is quiet and terrifying.

The little girl quickly ran to the vicinity of the pickup, put down the camouflage cloth and looked around, picking up the dry branches and grasses she saw and hugging them in her arms.Obviously, it was intended to light a fire and cook.

Han Lang knew that the little girl was leaving, but he didn't move.

He planned to stay until dark and camp after the temperature dropped. He would find a place next to the car and stay here for three days or four days before leaving.

At that time, his physical strength and wounds should be able to support him to travel long distances, cross the territory of the rebel army, and even break through the front lines of the rebel army to reach the city controlled by the political ax army.

There, only the plane left.

The little girl was picking up the dead branches and weeds that she could see, when she suddenly stopped, standing there quietly and motionless.It seems that he heard something.

After standing still for a few seconds, the little girl dropped the hay in her hand and turned around and ran to the pickup, grabbed the camouflage cloth and ran up the mountain.

After running for two steps, he stopped again, looked up at the direction where Hanlang should be on the top of the mountain, turned around and glanced in a panic, and ran to a slightly weathered rock about half a meter above the ground with the camouflage cloth in his hand, took off On the back of the gun, he put the clip on the gun a little clumsily, after a quick inspection, he lay down, raised the muzzle of the gun and tried it, paused, then pulled the camouflage cloth over his body, and in a short time Disappear.

Less than ten seconds after the little girl disappeared, two pickup trucks drove up a kilometer away.
Here, a visitor actually came.

(End of this chapter)