Wu Hao pressed the trigger, his eyes followed the cold barrel of the gun to the dark streets and alleys crisscrossing in the distance, and his heart was full of suppressed anger.

"Haizi, are you okay?"

His eyes quickly searched for the figure of the hidden devil sniper, and while lowering his voice and shouting anxiously at Zhang Hai, who had just screamed, his eyes were already red, and there were faint tears.

If Zhang Hai had three longs and two shorts, he would have to pay ten times and a hundred times the price for the little devil, and his face was full of fierce murderous aura.

The devil's sniper was very cunning, Wu Hao's eyes searched back and forth along the barrel of the gun twice, but he didn't find the devil's sniper.

If he didn't find the figure of the devil soldier, he didn't dare to shoot, and once his location was revealed, he probably wouldn't be able to live.

"Haizi, are you still alive, squeak!"

Wu Hao didn't dare to look back in Zhang Hai's direction, he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, and stared nervously at the darkness, because there were dangerous devil snipers hiding in the dark, and it was very likely that the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at this side.

"It's okay...... The skin on his face was scratched. ”

Zhang Hai's face was grazed by the bullet and cut a blood groove, the white flesh turned out, he gritted his teeth and grinned in pain, lying on his back on the roof panting.

Hearing that Zhang Hai endured the pain and finally spoke, Wu Hao's face breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he lived.

"Did you see the devil who shot the devil?" Wu Hao stared at the darkness and asked without looking back.

"The devil is in the direction of eight o'clock, be careful, it's a hard stubble."

Zhang Hai endured the severe pain and told Wu Hao the coordinates of the devil, but he himself was still lying in the dark and did not dare to move.

This little devil is very smart, when he shot just now, he took advantage of the moment when the grenade exploded below, and used the flash and roar of the explosion to cover up the sound of his own shooting and the flames of the gun.

Wu Hao quietly shifted the muzzle of the gun to the direction of eight o'clock, where there was a house that had been blown up and collapsed was burning, thick smoke was billowing out, and the surroundings were shining red.

He searched carefully, and soon found a suspicious target on the broken wall at the edge of the light next to the burning house, almost two hundred meters away.

This little devil is indeed very cunning, he is hiding next to this burning house, and it is difficult to find him due to the great contrast between light and darkness.

"Dog's day, but I found a feng shui treasure for myself to bury."

After carefully confirming that there was a devil on the broken wall, Wu Hao gently pushed the bolt of the gun.

The little devil didn't know that he had been targeted, and he was like a dangerous snake at the moment, his eyes were also searching for the Chinese sniper in the dark.

At this moment, on the street across the side, the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Operations Brigade and the Devil Skeleton Special Team who broke through had already fought each other, and the grenades thrown by both sides rumbled, and the dust that exploded was flying.

"Boom!"

The explosion of the grenade shook the ear drum like a muffled thunderbolt, and the ground was also shaken slightly, as if it had experienced an earthquake, and many crumbling rubble fell down and paved into a symphony.

The orange-red flash of the explosion made the streets flicker, and with the faint light, Wu Hao put the devil's sniper glove into the crosshairs, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer.

Although the distance of 200 meters was difficult for ordinary brothers to hit the devil, their sniper team had the best rifles selected, and the shooting parameters were stable, and he was sure to hit the opponent.

When the flash of the explosion came again, Wu Hao decisively pressed the trigger, and the bullet whistled out of the chamber, tearing the void with the breath of destruction.

The bullet popped into the devil sniper's head, and then crushed his brain tissue, squirting out from the back of his head.

This shrewd devil sniper would never have thought that he would become the target of sniping when he had always sniped others, and the other party was still a half-sniper who had not been systematically trained.

"Puff ......"

The corpse of the devil sniper fell from the wall, and the ninety-seven sniper rifle equipped with a scope in his hand also fell and smashed on his limp corpse.

Wu Hao saw that the devil was shot down by himself, and he didn't care about replenishing the gun, so he quickly got up and took the injured Zhang Hai to transfer the shooting position.

Wu Hao and Zhang Hai were lucky enough to be able to kill the snipers hidden by the little devils.

But the rest of the sniper brothers were not so lucky, although they were also targeting the little devils, but under the influence of various factors, the results were not satisfactory.

In the face of ruthless and experienced devil snipers, these sniper teams are sometimes shot in the head as soon as they emerge, and some are bitten by bullets when they miss the shot.

And the surviving sniper brothers saw their companions being sniped by the devils, and they also realized that this was a cruel killing of life and death.

Without absolute certainty, they would never shoot to reveal their position, and the veteran sniper was lying in the ruins, allowing the biting cold wind to freeze his lips and move his lips, blending in perfectly with his surroundings.

The ghost snipers of the Skull Special Team used to have eyes on their heads, and they were also very relaxed when performing tasks.

But after suddenly encountering his peers, and after losing several sniper groups one after another, he no longer dared to act rashly.

While the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Operations Brigade and the Devil Skull Special Forces shot at each other in the intricate streets and alleys, throwing grenades, the snipers on both sides who were hiding in the shadows were eerily quiet.

In the eyes of the devil's snipers, the bodies of the Chinese officers and soldiers flashing in the streets and alleys were the best targets, but they did not dare to shoot.

Because they knew that once they shot and exposed their position, not only could they not provide fire support, but even they might die, this feeling of aggrieved made them almost crazy.

Although the snipers of the guerrillas are not strong, they do not shoot, which invisibly puts great pressure on the devil snipers.

Especially the strong veteran made the little devil quite jealous, and the invisible pressure made their palms sweat.

In fact, from beginning to end, the veterans of the Flame Special Operations Brigade only fired three shots, but it was the guns that hit, and the devil realized that he had met his opponent.

The Devil Skeleton Special Team thought that under the cover of snipers, they would be out of combat contact and retreat would be very easy.

But now their snipers are entangled and do not dare to shoot, and the result is that they are also blocked.

Because of the loss of the threat from the snipers, the officers and men of the assault group of the Flame Special Operations Brigade became unscrupulous.

The people in this neighborhood have been evacuated and transferred, so they don't worry about hurting the people, and the grenades are thrown at the devils without money, blowing up the skeleton special team that is disgraced, how embarrassed and embarrassed.

The skeleton special team led by Makino Kanan wanted to forcibly break through, but a few grenades exploded, and the sharp soldiers who rushed out were blown into pieces of blood mist.

The Devil Skeleton Special Team, who has always looked above the top and thought that they were invincible in the world, only knew what it meant to be aggrieved this time, because the firepower suppression of the Flame Special Operations Brigade was too strong, and they still used their Japanese-style grenades.

Makino Kanan had already sprinkled the blood of those waste-like conventional troops in his heart, and so many of his own weapons and equipment had fallen into the hands of Chinese officers and soldiers, and now they had become a sharp weapon to bomb them.