The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Compared with the Mosin Nagant M91-30 sniper rifle that was obtained during this mission, when the warehouse manager used a weapon like the Sanba Dagai, it was somewhat more convenient.

Talk!Don't underestimate such a more convenient difference.

For Cangguan, who was already considered an elite sniper, it was just this feeling that made him feel a little more comfortable, which might determine whether a target could be killed smoothly.

And it was just such a big [-] cap. Before departure, the warehouse manager took care of it.

Not only was the gun completed a maintenance, but the entire body of the gun was wrapped with a piece of cotton cloth; this was to prevent the firing pin of the gun from being too brittle and malfunctioning under the influence of low temperature.

Such a method of wrapping the body of the gun with cloth is still a trick that this guy learned from the soldiers of the Anti-Japanese Alliance during his current mission to General Jingyu in the Northeast region.

In addition, Cang Guan also had a thick overcoat to keep out the cold, and a white cloak to camouflage himself in the snow.

A waterproof blanket, but not for covering yourself, but the kind that you put under your body when lying on your stomach in the snow.

An M1911 pistol for self-defense, a multifunctional dagger, several F1 defensive grenades and so on.

In addition, in the backpack of the warehouse manager, there is also a small stainless steel flagon, which contains about 100ml of loose basket spirits, and a 20g piece of non-brand chocolate brought back from the modern plane.

Among them, those scattered spirits are naturally something to drink at critical times.

Even in the scientific research of the modern plane, it has long been proved that drinking to keep out the cold is not enough to keep out the cold.

The so-called drinking to keep out the cold is just an illusion. On the contrary, the ethanol in alcohol will cause the expansion of blood vessels and accelerate blood circulation, which may cause colds and frostbite.

But at the critical moment, such an illusion of warming up the whole body can temporarily revive Cang Guan's numb body in the cold.

It allows them to kill the target at a critical moment, and also allows them to escape a small life.

Based on the same principle, then 20 grams of miscellaneous brand chocolate is also an emergency food that can only be eaten at critical moments.

Finally, after making these preparations, the warehouse manager was watched by the team cook Qingtian with wide-eyed eyes.

There is also a look of disgust, reluctance, and many other complicated emotions.

From the little lard left in the pot in the cooking class, I dipped some with my fingers and applied it to my cheeks and the back of my hands.

Such a method of smearing lard can protect Cang Guan's poor face and the back of his hands from being cut by the cold wind.

It can be said that lard is really a treasure in Maozi's winter.

The only problem is that it is still lard brought from the modern plane, and the small amount left now makes the cooking team very tight.

Every time I get a little from them, it's like cutting the flesh of Qingtian.

Every time it came to such a time, the warehouse manager was a little envious of such a big horse like Baixiang.

I am envious of such a big ocean horse as Bai Xiang, and the "Elementary White Jade Elephant Human Bloodline" on his body is simply too easy to use under Maozi's current weather.

The tough skin brought by the elephant blood not only boosted the girl's defense.

More importantly, it can also withstand a considerable part of the severe cold.

Good guy!Now, after the rest of the team are all wrapped in fur coats, the girl Bai Xiang is still wearing a thin coat.

According to her, not only was it not cold at all, but she also had the urge to go barefoot.

Because of this, she felt more comfortable with herself.

Of course, no bloodline is perfect, and often when something is obtained, it will also bring some other problems.

White Elephant now has some instinctive fear of flames.

Every time I sit in front of the fire and brag and fart with everyone in the team, as long as the fire is a little closer, I feel very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, such fear can be overcome, and the sequelae are not so serious.

Therefore, today's warehouse management is just dreaming, and they all want to draw blood for themselves to take it...

After all this tossing, it was about half past nine.

The warehouse manager brought 20 Bria snipers who were from Orion origin, almost in the same dress, and received the same treatment, and set off in such a dark night.

They plunged into the snow that was still drifting, but the wind went into the larger night.

Soon after, their figures disappeared into the snowflakes all over the sky.

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Under the blizzard and snow, Cang Guan was like a ghost in the night, hunched over, carrying a [-] rifle with a sniper scope, moving alone in the ruins.

Talk!It's not that the Zhongzhou team doesn't understand the benefits of pairing a sniper with an observer.

But how?In some of the mission worlds they are currently in, some of the large-caliber, ultra-long-range sniper rifles in the modern plane have not been researched.

With the effective range of the sniper rifles in their hands, they don't need any help to calculate the wind direction and air humidity.

Just one person, one gun, relying on one's own marksmanship and experience is enough, and it is even more convenient to act alone.

The main purpose of the current warehouse manager is to find a suitable sniper position for himself.

Such a sniper position not only needs to be concealed enough, but also needs to be able to retreat in a timely manner. It is not enough to just find a place to lie down.

It's just that during today's operation, the warehouse manager suddenly stopped his steps.

And he quickly put away the bolted sniper rifle and carried it behind his back; then he pulled out the M1911 pistol in the holster on his thigh with one hand, and loaded it directly.

Such a strong reaction was because the warehouse manager heard a faint voice in a gust of cold wind blowing towards him.

Based on the sniper's instinct, Cangguan immediately realized that there were other people around, and they were in a very close place; maybe it was the sniper who was ambushing with a German stick.

Hitting a black gun is such a thing!It's not Maozi's patent.

In fact, whether it is day or night, the German stick side also has a large number of snipers active in the city of Volgograd.

During the day today, when the orthopedic doctor went out for convenience, he was shot by a German sniper.

A shot that hit the chest of the back vest directly staggered him.

Thanks to the DIY bulletproof vest that An Tusheng would only take off now except when sleeping, the orthopedic doctor did not suffer any actual injuries.

But under a huge stagger, one of his trouser legs was wet.

The more critical problem was that the spot created a huge psychological shadow on his heart; so that for a long time to come, An Tusheng encountered a very fatal problem.

Every time the water is released, it starts ticking,

As for such a private matter, why did the warehouse manager know about the problem? It was because An Tusheng, who was worried in his heart, went to his partner, black Chinese medicine doctor.

I plan to find black Chinese medicine practitioners, and get some of the kind of pills that are said to be excellent for nourishing the kidneys.

Then, with the big mouth of the black Chinese doctor, in a blink of an eye, such a ridiculous thing was yelled out, and the deputy factory director who often wandered around the No. 7 workshop knew about it.

Therefore, now the warehouse manager is aware of the possible existence of a German stick sniper, and did not find himself.

The guy's first reaction was not to retreat immediately, but to follow the direction of the sound, make a big circle around the opponent, go behind the opponent, and copy the guy up to kill the opponent.

Chapter 448 Sniper Battle ([-])

About 20 minutes later, the warehouse manager first wiped the M1911 pistol in his hand back into the holster.

Then, the middle-aged greasy man lowered the movements of his hands and feet as much as possible, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the basement in front of him, he left here lightly.

What he did was not because there were too many German soldiers ambushing in that basement.

Instead, he could see it in the half-collapsed basement with air leaks everywhere.

Beside a small fire, a pair of blond-haired siblings curled up; the eldest sister was about 10 years old, and the younger brother was only five years old.

It's just from their pale faces, and the younger brother who is held in the arms of the older sister, keeps shouting in a low voice that he is so hungry.

The warehouse manager understood what was going on in front of him in an instant.

It was nothing more than a pair of orphans who lost their loved ones in such a damn war.

If there were no miracles, they would have died silently like two little beasts during the half-year-long defense of Volgograd.

In such a process, and in the tragic ending, no one will care about them.

In other words, even if you want to do something, you have more than enough heart but not enough energy.

Just like the warehouse manager at the moment, the only thing he can do is to leave quietly, so as not to frighten them because of his appearance; as for saving them, how and how much can he save?

Today in a huge city, there are too many such examples.

Of the 60 civilians stranded in this city, only a few thousand survived after the war; it can be said that every family suffered a catastrophe.

But when I keep telling myself that what I did was right.

All the way to the back, the warehouse manager who retreated stealthily was still holding back an indescribable sense of aggrieved; this feeling made him want to kill people...

Just like that, with a murderous intent.

After a lot of searching, the warehouse manager finally found a suitable sniping position:

One was supported by a collapsed floor slab, supported by a concrete column that fell across the ground; then, a small hole was formed for him to drill into.

And as long as you lie down inside, you can have a good view; you just have a panoramic view of the entrance of a German stick camp and the road in front of the entrance.

The only disadvantage is that such a small hole is actually the kind that connects both ends.

While it was convenient for the warehouse manager to escape at any time, it also allowed the cold wind to quickly take away his body temperature due to the continuous convection.

It was just to vent the flames in his heart and kill more German sticks. Cangguan didn't care about such a shortcoming at all.

"Good guy! Finally, I don't have to lie on the snow that can freeze people to death."

Taking pleasure in such a bitterness, Cang Guan quickly got into it; by the way, he used a broken wooden board to block the hole behind him.

It is impossible to completely block all the wind, but it can be somewhat warmer.

After doing all this, Cang Guan raised the weapon in his hand, pointed at the German camp at a distance of about 200 meters, and began to patiently wait for the opportunity to do it.

As for the so-called German camp, there was originally a glass factory, and now a large number of surviving factories are occupied by the Germans.

Attacks are seldom launched at night, but during the day they use this place as their starting base to attack the tractor factory.

Once in such a state, the warehouse manager is like a patient hunter, waiting for the prey to appear has become the only thought in his mind.

Even in such a process, those who kept '嗖嗖~' poured cold wind into the clothes.

And because of the constant loss of body temperature, the body that gradually became cold and the fingers that were a little stiff didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Like a wooden man, he began to wait motionlessly.