Chapter 91 Sniping after standing in the wrong team
With a soft "clatter" sound, the cowhide book that fell to the carpet automatically turned to the fifth blank page without any wind. Then the metal quill pen began to draw as if there was no one around.
In the soft sound of "swish", a forest first appeared on the light yellow page, and then a blue hat appeared with a Nagant revolver pressed against his chin, and in his arms,
Then he clung to the flag of the 163rd Infantry Division.
With a soft "click" sound, the metal quill that completed the task fell on the thick carpet. At the same time, two lines of writing appeared under the picture it had just drawn:
Role identity: Civil Guard Scout Victor
Return mission: Assist Civil Guard sniper Mika Raikkonen to snipe the commander of the 163rd Soviet Infantry Division and take at least five photos.
Language Mission: Snipe and kill at least five Soviet soldiers
Language mission? What is this? Wait! Civil Guard? Snipe Soviet soldiers?
Damn it! I'm on the wrong team!
Amid a surprised curse, a fierce white light filled his field of vision. Before his field of vision could return to normal, he felt the cold wind blowing towards him like a knife!
As the dazzling white light faded, Wei Ran's vision returned to normal, and then he saw the rapidly retreating coniferous forest and a tall pine tree that was approaching at the same speed in front of him!
"Fuck me, fuck me!"
A series of beautiful Chinese words popped out of Wei Ran's mouth. He didn't even have time to think about it. He relied on muscle memory to control the skis under his feet to avoid the pine trees less than 20 meters away. Then a skilled ice hockey ball stopped on the soft and cold ground.
On the snow.
Looking back at the big tree that he almost hit, Wei Ran sat down on the cold snow with lingering fear, staring at the dim night sky with dull eyes. For a while, he still couldn't accept how he could run away.
Facts from Finland's side.
It took a full five minutes to calm down the excitement, but a smile appeared on Wei Ran's face. Although he was on the wrong team, at least he had the flag on his notebook, and in this battle, he was on Finland's side.
The little sisu's side is much safer than standing on Maozi's side, at least you don't have to worry about freezing to death.
After calming down, Wei Ran also noticed the gunshots that rang out from time to time in the forest on the surrounding hills. He carefully climbed up and looked around. It was a dense coniferous forest covered with snow, and the steep slopes extended all the way down.
Not to the end.
I turned the ski pole in my hand and tried to poke it down. The snow was more than half a meter thick. Looking at the top of my head, the gorgeous aurora was flying back and forth like swirling clouds. If you ignored the crisp gunshots that sounded from time to time around you, this
The unique scenery of the polar regions is particularly beautiful.
He lowered his head and looked at himself. He was wearing a white camouflage suit that covered his head and feet. He carried a Finnish version of the Mosin-Nagant infantry on his shoulders, a square flashlight hung on the side of his chest, and a telescope hung around his neck.
, in addition to a hard cowhide ammunition bag and a canvas dry food bag containing smoked meat, there is also a flare gun on the wide brown belt around his waist. Looking further down, he is wearing a pair of very Finnish style shoes on his feet.
Lappish high-waisted boots, and skis fastened to the boots with deerskin ropes.
"It seems like we are really on the side of the Finns?"
Wei Ran lay down on the soft snow again, and a matte black pistol that did not belong to this era suddenly appeared in his hand. He removed the magazine and looked at it. As expected, there was no bullet at all.
Withdrawing the pistol, he took out the kerosene gas lamp that was still in the notebook and shook it slightly. It was full of kerosene, but the Kiev 30 spy camera originally hanging on the handle was gone, and only one was left.
The kerosene lighter made a crisp sound as the ignition rocked and hit the kerosene lamp.
After taking back the kerosene lamp, he was in the mood to pick up the Finnish version of the Mosin-Nagant rifle that he had just thrown aside. He skillfully pulled the bolt and loaded a bullet. Without getting up in a hurry, he continued
I was still thinking about what language task suddenly appeared on the leather notebook.
In other words, as long as you snipe and kill five Soviet soldiers, you will probably be able to understand Finnish?
After Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, he struggled to stand up again, stepped on his skis, lowered his body as low as possible, and carefully slid to a small platform less than five meters square near the foot of the mountain in the dim night.
Here you can clearly hear the noises from time to time around you, you can even more clearly see the muzzle flashes that light up from time to time at the foot of the mountain, and you can even hear the screams of the Soviet soldiers after being hit by bullets.
Looking around vigilantly, Wei Ran crossed his ski poles and poked them on the edge of a pine tree that was enough to block him. Then he took off the rifle slung on his shoulder and put it on the ski poles. He slowly moved the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the person lying on the ground.
Soviet soldiers fought back hastily in the snow at the foot of the mountain.
Although he sided with Finland to deal with the Soviet Red Army this time, Wei Ran didn't feel any psychological pressure at all. He didn't have the guts to fight against the cowhide book. If he didn't fight now, he might be the one who died later. Even if he didn't die, what if?
If you are left in this era, you probably won't be able to survive for long.
Since someone has to die, it must not be me.
Wei Ran muttered to himself, used the crosshair to catch a muzzle flash that lit up from time to time on the snow, and then calmly pulled the trigger according to the hunting skills Ji Ma had taught him.
The moment the crisp gunfire rang out, Wei Ran didn't even care whether it hit or not, he immediately put away the gun and hid behind the pine tree, slowly pulled the gun bolt, and let the hot shell casing bounce into the snow to evaporate a small ball of water.
Eye-catching white mist.
After waiting for a moment, Wei Ran put the gun on the ski pole again, pointed at a black figure that stood out in the snow, and pulled the trigger.
He retracted the tree trunk again, and before the second bullet case hit the snow, dense bullets hit the surrounding tree trunks.
He carefully squatted down and used the tip of his gun to pull the ski pole to his side. Wei Ran saw the opportunity and took advantage of the gap between the opponent's shots to push the ski pole and quickly left the place.
After moving a hundred or ten meters laterally, Wei Ran found a position where he could see the Soviet Red Army at the foot of the mountain, and saw the opportunity to pull the trigger again.
I don’t know how many were hit...
Just as Wei Ran had time to say something, a flare suddenly rose into the sky from the top of the mountain behind him, drawing a parabola and lighting up the cold night sky above the heads of the Soviet Red Army soldiers down the mountain.
With this rare opportunity, Wei Ran immediately stretched out the muzzle of his gun, pointed at the figures who kept firing at the foot of the mountain, and pulled the trigger one after another.
After quickly emptying the magazine with the remaining two bullets, Wei Ran moved his position again and found a big tree to hide in. Then he calmly took out a magazine from the ammunition bag on his waist.
Pressed it into the magazine.
Taking advantage of the last moment when the flare was about to go out, Wei Ran fired two more bullets at the Soviet Red Army down the mountain.
"This should be enough, right?"
Wei Ran cautiously looked at the few dozen Soviet Red Army soldiers left at the foot of the mountain. After hesitating for a moment, he slid down the mountain a hundred or ten meters with his ski poles, then hid behind a big rock and headed less than a hundred meters away.
The enemy pulled the trigger again.
Until he emptied the rifle and there was only the last bullet left in the chamber. Before Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the stone, had time to pull the bolt, a terrible headache made his eyes black and he fell directly onto the cold snow.
