Counterfeit Hero

Whether in movies, in life, or in real wars, sniper is a word that makes people feel heartbroken and full of fantasy.

These mysterious killers in the eyes of ordinary people are the lonely falcons on the battlefield. They stay away from the battlefield, examine everything with sharp eyes, select the target, and kill with one blow.

Whether it is a high-ranking military rank or a cigarette that flickers on and off in a ditch in the dark night, after a finger in the depths of the smoke shrinks gently, it becomes a name on the death list or a star on the sniper record list.

The sniper is the cold god of death in the void. They were covered in a thick fog that was difficult to dispel. Quietly swinging the sickle to harvest lives in nothingness, and then quietly leaving.

Very romantic, right? Unfortunately, these are all legends.

The fat man lay with his butt sticking out in a pile of rotten mud covered with dead leaves. He cocked his neck and glanced back and forth in the scope. Of all the skills he specialized in, liar was his favorite. If nymphomania could be considered a skill, Fatty would choose this. Anyway, snipers are what he hates the most.

The reason why Fatty practiced sniping so hard in the first place was because he had been fooled by the legend. Because in his impression, snipers don't have to charge stupidly with a gun in hand. Hide in a safe place and just hit others. Such a good thing was very attractive to the fat man who didn't quite understand it at the time and was greedy for life and afraid of death.

In fact, unlike most people's romantic imagination, sniper may be the most boring, lonely and unromantic profession in war.

There is no mecha warrior that rushes in with overwhelming force. Collide hard. There were no infantry troops charging like a tsunami. Fight. There is no excitement, no sharing of life and death. Snipers are always changing positions again and again, choosing targets, enduring the monotonous sounds of gunfire and explosions, and enduring hunger and cold. Endure the scorching sun. Endured mosquitoes, rats, and ants. Just for the moment when you pull the trigger.

An ancient sniper. Most also have observers. Modern snipers are lonely. They must find their own targets and make their own judgments. Their only companion was the sniper rifle that replaced the observer.

During sniper training. They often hold heavy training guns and stand under the scorching sun or cold wind aiming for several or even ten hours. Their eyes must be trained in this way until they don't blink for a long time, and their arms. More stable than the butt of a machine gun.

They spend their days identifying the environment, wind direction and strength, light, angles, stealth and hiding, knowledge of firearms, and time control. Listening, dealing with these boring subjects. Many of them completed their training and went to the battlefield, only to die in unknown corners of the country without firing a single shot.

It's really because they are so well hidden that no one knows where they are hiding.

In the scope, the electronic identifier has been turned on, and Stephen's height, weight and appearance characteristics have been entered by the fat man. Once there is a qualified target, the scope will automatically lock and send a signal. This is the ultimate goal. Among the secondary goals, Fatty set Gacharin's epaulettes above those of a colonel.

This Garand-like sniper rifle made in Milan. The most advanced scope LeRae could get his hands on was used. Chakna "Hawkeye 1300e" with both optical and electronic modes. In terms of value. This scope is twice as powerful as the sniper rifle it is mounted on.

And this sniper rifle is not cheap. In fact, it is better than the sniper rifles used by most of the top snipers in the universe. When Milan makes things, they don't always consider cost.

Thinking of Milan, the fat man squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Garland. The smooth gun body is like Milan's cool skin. Intoxicated for a long time. Continue to put your eyes on the scope and look down.

The south entrance of Christels Base. Dozens of heavy transport trucks are queuing through several checkpoints. The sentry captain on duty took the electronic ID card handed over by the driver and checked his fingerprints. Other sentries climbed onto the truck to inspect it. Two old Gacharin standard [Holy Sword] 14 mechas. Standing on both sides of the checkpoint, staring directly at the energy cannon's muzzle, they stared eagerly.

A truck that passed the inspection drove into the base. A group of patrolling sentries walked past the truck in a straight line with neat steps. On the apron to the left of the patrol, there were several training mechas older than the [Holy Sword] 14 at the door. A maintenance team was climbing on several mechas to perform maintenance.

Not far away, to the east of the oval training ground, dozens of soldiers were panting and conducting obstacle course training. A soldier about the same height as a fat man climbed on the six-meter wall and could not get down no matter what. The officer below yelled angrily. Another soldier, a thin man, struggled to hold a heavy energy rifle in the chest-high puddle, crying as he walked.

In the corridor beside the training ground, two colonel officers were talking about something. When they saw a lieutenant general approaching, they quickly stood at attention and saluted. The hurried Lieutenant General didn't know that his head was being aimed at a sniper rifle three kilometers away in a straight line. He returned the salute hastily, handed the electronic folder he held in his right hand to his left hand, quickly stepped up the main entrance stairs of a small building, and disappeared into the doorway next to the saluting sentry.

"Phew." The fat man breathed softly. Following relevant characters to find key targets is a common method used by snipers. And this lieutenant general, under Fatty's surveillance, was the seventeenth officer above the colonel level to enter this tightly guarded small building. From this, Fatty can be sure that even if Stephen is not here now, he will definitely appear here at some point.

Fatty was very familiar with these generals and nobles of Gacharin's military. The Skynet pictures taken by the little kid and the command power of these Stephen Group all point to the same place. At such a critical moment in the war, who else but Stephen could gather so many senior generals here?

All that is needed now seems to be waiting.

The scope moved slightly. The small building is a typical Tanvir building. It has slender windows and heavy doors. The building is three stories high and looks like a concave shape when viewed from the air. There are several attic-like windows on the gabled roof. Beige floors and walls throughout the building

_ and styling are both unremarkable. It looks like an old library on a university campus.

The fat man would not be deceived by the appearance of this building. There are buildings like this in almost every base in the Gacha Forest. North Building No. 2 of the Mythical Legion is an example. When building a base, as a place where military chiefs and command hierarchy gather, these buildings usually have walls made of high-strength alloys. That is to say. Under the old appearance of the small building, it is actually a steel frame. .

Several attics on the roof of the small building are actually small anti-aircraft missile bases. Inside, at least one platoon of soldiers is responsible for aiming missiles at any flying objects that enter the air defense zone. And the layout around the small building. It is also very particular. The entire building is protected by other buildings and armored camps, missile launchers and fire points distributed around it. Water cannot be poured in.

Don't even think about entering the building. Fatty believes that even if he can sneak into the base, he only needs to get close to the small building. At least hundreds of pairs of eyes and hundreds of guns will be staring at you at the same time.

Like a plump earthworm, the fat man carefully retracted his body into the soil covered with rotten leaves and branches. Only the eyes and sniper rifle are exposed. Even though he put on protective clothing, the biological detection radar in the enemy's base was not simple. If the upper body is exposed for a little too long. It is possible for me to leave this body here.

Two [Fighting Falcon] armored fighters soared into the sky from the horizon far away from the base, one after another in the air, roaring and passing over Fatty's head at low altitude. The mountain wind blows. The canopy of the trees swayed and rattled. Several startled birds flapped their wings and flew up. After a few rounds, we returned to the woods.

A three-stepped snake unique to Mozki slithered through the fallen leaves. It swam not far from the fat man. After spitting out the message, the snake raised its head slightly, swayed left and right, then changed direction and swam away. Among the dead leaves, there were two slight sounds, and then it became silent again.

Fatty turned a deaf ear to everything happening around him. He leaned his face against the butt of the gun. His eyes covered the scope, like a lifeless stone sculpture. His body has completely integrated with the environment. Heartbeat. Only forty beats per second. Not too much, not too little. Breathe evenly and lightly for a long time.

The sniper rifle remains firing. The crosshair of the scope was placed at the entrance of the small building. Although the word "wait and wait" describes a stupid method. But. For snipers. This is a method often used. The difference between the sniper and the farmer is. Snipers are more patient and will choose the tree where the rabbit is most likely to hit it.

In the scope, two sentries on the left side of the small building blocked a small part of the door. After walking down the steps in front of the door, there were several big trees. And the plants in the small garden in front of the building. A semi-blocked space is formed. It seems like a big gap. When the target moves, it will cause a lot of trouble to snipers several kilometers away. If you add the guards or other people around the target. There is almost no possibility of sniping the target.

The sight of the sniper rifle swayed back and forth on the doorway and the short three steps in front of the doorway like a swing, following the fat man's breathing. This distance is Fatty's only chance to snipe Stephen. Once Stephen steps out of this position, the success rate of sniping will drop by 80%. Reluctantly taking action is extremely unwise for any sniper who wants to kill an important target.

After being buried in the mud for a long time, the blood supply has become somewhat sluggish. The fat man adjusted his breathing rhythm. Thousands of miles airborne, long-distance attack. Along this journey, what I have been waiting for is this only opportunity.

The finger, half a centimeter away from the trigger, the eyes and heartbeat are the only moving parts of the body.

The rest of the body is no longer yours. For a qualified sniper, the body is nature, like soil, trees, and mountains. After entering the sniper position, what the sniper needs is to be calmer and calmer than this mountain forest.

In front of Skynet, there was dead silence. How Skynet invaded the anti-detection system and obtained the footage, no one cares about it now. Waiting is a kind of suffering. This kind of suffering is particularly intense when contrasted with the fat man who is like a stone in the mud.

Crystal Base is still noisy and busy. Transport convoys, mechas, and soldiers came and went. The training on the training ground was over, and the two soldiers, one fat and one thin, were scolded bloody by the training officer. In the distance, patrol fighter planes took off and landed. But Stephen still didn't show up. Those senior officers who entered the small building. It seems to have disappeared too.

What are they doing now, holding meetings, formulating battle plans, chatting over coffee?

Everyone's mind is filled with speculations. They tried to calm themselves down and not be so upset, but messy thoughts still appeared in their minds from time to time. Several hours passed. As for Fatty, what is he thinking about now. When can he complete that shocking blow deep in the mud? That shot. Will it hit? Will his hands tremble?

On the sky net, the fat man tilted his ears.

The atmosphere in front of Skynet suddenly became tense. Less than four hundred steps away from Fatty, a patrol consisting of a [Holy Sword] 18 and five soldiers appeared.

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The combat meeting is over. Stephen leaned back in the chair and stretched out rarely. The aristocratic cultivation and cautious words and deeds he had developed since childhood rarely allowed him to be so relaxed in front of everyone.

"We were defeated unexpectedly." Stephen looked at the battle report in his hand again with some unfulfilled interest.

No one could have imagined that Gacharin's most elite legion and most stinky general would be driven to a pulp. Reinhardt this time. It was quite a loss of face.

This news. a few hours ago. Not that funny. However, when the Dersik Armored Forces occupied Plisk with thunderous momentum and rapidly advanced eastward, the news became interesting.

By mistake, under his own management, Feiyang's elite armored division is still trapped inside. nearly forty infantry divisions and sixteen

The divisions took turns to block the attack. The Feiyang people have never been able to form an effective breakthrough and are leaning towards themselves little by little.

As long as this battle is over, Xi will understand that Reinhard is not as powerful as he appears on the surface. The ones who really dominate this planet are Gacharin’s old nobles! Or the Morton family!

Stephen put down the battle report and looked up at the battle conference room. The generals all chatted with ease. Some people are still adding coffee to their cups. No one seemed ready to leave immediately. After being tense for such a long time, now is a rare opportunity for everyone to relax.

Suddenly, Stephen thought of his half-brother again. After a hint of depression, he shook his head and smiled. Now consider these. He was pushing himself too hard. days ahead. It's still growing.

Stephen stood up, surrounded by several chattering generals and cronies who gathered around him. Go outside. The Thirty-ninth Division is the final decisive force in our hands. Now, it is time to release this fierce tiger, and we must not lose it before the dawn of victory. And I have already prepared an impassioned speech, and I will personally march for the team closest to me. .

The corridor of the small building looked a little dark. This is determined by the construction materials of this fortress-like building. Walking down the stairs, outside the door that had been pushed open by the guards first, the sun was shining brightly and the air was fresh.

Stephen smiled and walked towards the door.

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The patrol followed the ridge trail. Perhaps it was because in the rear, the patrolling soldiers were chatting while walking. The noise of people is getting closer and closer.

"The turmoil is the calmness of Xu Qing." The fat man still held the gun steadily. At this time, he not only felt calm. He even turned himself into a peaceful lake. The sounds and vibrations of the mecha behind him getting closer and closer have been dismissed from his six senses.

When in the scope, several guards opened the door first and walked out, assuming a warning position. In Fatty's consciousness, the whole world disappeared, leaving only the point on the crosshair three kilometers away.

In front of Skynet, some staff officers had closed their eyes, and most of them had sweat in their hands. The sniper rifle is silent and lightless, relative to the sniper target. In this mountain forest, the sound of the gunshot may not reach Christels Base, but it will definitely not escape the mecha collection that is no more than 100 meters away!

"Death is the cycle of life. When we face each other..." The fat man completely ignored the patrols getting closer and closer behind him. His breathing, while reciting silently, entered the extreme with the sniper rifle in his hand. Shake the rhythm subtly.

The chanting continued: "I am not a killer, you are not a victim, we are just dragged into this whirlpool by fate..."

[Holy Sword] 18 single-soldier humanoid mecha has walked to the hillside behind Fatty and is looking around. The machine made a screeching sound. From behind, the patrolmen followed up panting. A soldier was leaning on a tree, bent over and panting and complaining, which caused the other soldiers to laugh.

In the scope, several generals walked out of the door of the small building first, their bodies half sideways. Following the half-surrounded direction of these generals, Stephen surrounded appeared in the crosshairs.

The sun casts a shadow on the eaves of the small building's doorway. Stephen was walking forward quickly and was talking about something. Most of his body was blocked by a lieutenant general beside him, and in the crosshairs, only a glimpse of his smiling face could be seen.

"In this whirlpool of the world, I have no choice..." While reciting silently, the black muzzle of the gun moved slowly. Not more than ten meters behind him, the soldier who was being laughed at waved the gun in his hand in mock anger, making a threatening gesture.

Stephen stepped out of the shadows, took a deep breath in the sunshine, and immediately took the first step. The general beside him had already stepped down the second step. A gap suddenly appeared.

"And you...have no choice." The reading ended. The crosshair is firmly fixed on the target.

As if after thousands of years, gunshots rang out. In the Skynet screen, Stephen's head suddenly tilted. A fluffy mist of blood sprayed out, covering the head and face of the general next to him who was talking to him.

Several guards rushed forward, and a female officer who followed behind let out a shrill scream.

Stephen collapsed. Head touches the ground. The pool of blood that spread quickly was so shocking in the sunlight. A big hole was opened in the side of his head. His eyes were open, staring at the sky. In the sky, two unknown birds made crisp calls, chasing each other and flying up to the eaves of the small building.

In front of Skynet, Nia grabbed Bonnie. The two women's hands were clasped tightly together.

This shot took away all Fatty's strength. He was no longer as calm as before. The facial features on a fat face have all been squeezed together. The fat body kept sneaking into the mud. Silently reciting urgently and quickly: "Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me."

The soldier waving the energy gun in his hand looked stunned. His companions were also startled by the gunshot. After reflexively avoiding it, they all turned around and glared at him. The soldier looked aggrieved and muttered: "It's not me!" while turning the gun in his hand over and over.

Time seems to have frozen. Seconds felt like centuries.

In the sky, a fighter plane roared, getting lower and lower, falling towards the airport far away from the base. At this time, a sharp and ear-piercing alarm sounded suddenly from the base.

On the roof, by the road, at the gate. The warning lights were spinning desperately, and the red light dyed the entire base red.

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