After a while, Zhuang Yan suddenly shook his head.

"Forget it, I won't ask."

Lao Baimao said: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

He stared at the observation mirror solemnly and said in a flash: "Everyone has weaknesses."

The old white-haired eyes lit up, and suddenly felt that this kid would show some surprising performance occasionally.

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

After eating, the body became warmer, and Lao Baimao and Zhuangyan exchanged roles - Zhuangyan crawled to the side and went to sleep, Lao Baimao lay in the observation position and continued to stare at the path of sheep intestines.

The lurking days are boring. Every day is basically to observe continuously and record regularly. When you are free, keep the radio silent. Open the channel at a fixed time period and report the situation of the monitoring target area to the command center.

Not only one group, but other groups also gained nothing.

But solemnity is not nothing.

At least during this long wait, he gradually understood one truth.

As a sniper, why must you have enough patience, a person with a strong personality and a strong enough to be able to take on the role?

Because that kind of boredom can make you crazy.

This has been like this in just one week.

For example, during World War II, although snipers were just a profession that had just emerged, those snipers in urban street fighting even stayed in a dilapidated building for a few months or even a few months. If they were extroverts and unable to sit still, they would not go crazy, but they would definitely be irritable and make mistakes.

Compared to now, the lurking training in the "Hunter" team at that time is simply a pediatric department.

Although Han claimed to try his best to create various harsh environments and caused you a little trouble from time to time, compared to this silent loneliness, it was simply a paradise treatment.

It's dark and dark again.

Four days, 96 hours slipped through the fingers silently.

There was no "target" on that path to intestinal intestinality.

Everything is so quiet.

It seemed that the whole world was only me and the old white hair.

The only thing that makes Zhuangyan feel fun and relaxed is a disgusting thing.

The adult diapers I originally brought came in handy.

This thing has an advantage. When you lurk under the enemy's eyelids and need to go to the bathroom to solve the problem of size and size, you can directly spread it in your crotch.

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

People have three urgent needs: they care about the sky and the earth, but they can’t control shit and fart.

When the shit comes, if you have to pull it in your crotch, even if it smells bad, you have to admit it.

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

For safety reasons, it is still strictly controlled to solve the problem at night.

There is a small exit behind the sniper position. When you go out and walk along the left side, there will be a big stone. When the big stone goes west, there will be a cliff, and a ravine several dozen meters deep below it.

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

After finishing it, wrap the diapers, take it and walk to the edge of the cliff, throw it down so that it will never see the light of day.

What?

What should I do if I have diarrhea?

It's easy to do, in addition to throwing away your diapers, you have another procedure to cover up your excrement with nearby soil and gravel to avoid leaving any traces.

It sounds like, isn't it very bt?

That's right, if you do this, you really can't do it without some BT's ability and tolerance.

Those snipers who wear suits and ties on TV, dressed in bright clothes, and gracefully hit a barrel from the window, without adjusting the scope or correcting the wind. There are very few snipers who can shoot the target with a casual trigger.

For more than 70% of the time, the snipers were like pitiful solemnity, enduring all kinds of itching in various body odors and odors. A casual rub of their face could make a roll of mud. The hair became oily and even stuck together because of the dirtyness. The nails were covered with black dirt, and the beard on their chin and cheeks were unshaven, which looked like there was not much difference between the homeless man on the street.

When I waited until the fifth day, I handed over the shift at 7 o'clock in the evening and handed over the task manual to Lao Baimao, I even had an illusion.

He thinks it's an intelligence error.

Or maybe I have entered from another way and have never passed by myself.

"On the 0th, why is it the fifth day? There is no movement yet?"

He directly questioned the reliability of the intelligence.

"Is it not the person who provided the information that was not reliable except for the mistakes?"

Lao Baimao and Zhuangyan changed positions, lay on the observation position and adjusted their lower positions. They felt comfortable, and then said, "What are you saying! You don't need to ask these things, nor have you the right to ask about them. This is not what we should ask. We are just people who perform tasks."

Zhuangyan could only lie on the floor mat with her lips curled.

I don't know how many times I watched the rainbow head, waiting for the Sandman to attack.

Recently, this kind of monitoring shift with two shifts has made Zhuang Yan feel that his biological clock is a bit disordered.

Maybe he had too little activity every day, so he was even a little worried about whether he would gain a few pounds after he went back, which would lead to his inability to keep up with the training.

“No. 0…”

He wanted to ask Lao Baimao 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’s not considered favoritism, right?

As soon as I said two words, I heard two dog barkings in the quiet wilderness accompanied by the hissing sound of wind blowing into the observation point.

Wow—

Zhuang Yan had just closed her eyes, but this time she suddenly opened it.

dog?

There shouldn't be dogs in this ghost place.

Did you hear it wrong?

Wow—

Two more dog barking.

It's a dog!

He turned over and lay on the ground.

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

"Don't be excited."

Zhuangyan immediately put on his night vision goggles and turned on the switch.

The surroundings became clearer.

Climb to the observation port of your position and look solemnly towards the path.

Unfortunately, the distance is too far, which obviously exceeds the observation distance of the night vision device that is solemnly worn. Although the distance terrain can be seen clearly, the tiny things cannot be noticed.

He can't take out the 85 sniper's night vision scope now.

Although the thing can be seen clearly, it only has about four hours of use, and after that, the light source needs to be activated again.

The scope is motivated once a day, solemnly motivated just during the day, and it has been closed in the mirror box. Once taken out, if it is not a "target", it will waste time.

Now, only the high-resolution and high-magnitude observation mirror in the old white hair's hand can see the situation.
Chapter completed!