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Chapter 251 All hunters

Fedor has never been a person who gives up easily. Otherwise, he would not have become a famous Soviet super sniper later.

Finland is his first battlefield, and with his character, he will never allow his first victory to leave any regrets.

"Since it was your fault, you have to bear the consequences." Feodor stared coldly at the "Beagle" and said in a tone without any warmth: "Don't you want to make a meritorious deed? Rush in,

Kill the Finnish sniper."

"Beagle" looked at Feodor with incredible eyes and stammered: "Team...Captain. If you enter the forest under these circumstances, you will definitely die!"

Vasily was also very surprised. Although he knew that even if Feodor lost two platoons of soldiers as cannon fodder, Odo might still insist on rushing into the forest to fight, he did not expect that Feodor would let the "Beagle" do this new

cannon fodder.

Indeed, a trained sniper like "Beagle" is definitely more suitable as a bait than ordinary tactics. Although there are few people, there is only such a bait. But if you want to kill a vigilant professional sniper like "Beagle",

The opponent will not be very relaxed, and will even spend more energy than killing 50 rookies.

But is the cost of doing so too high?

As a sniper, Vasily knew very well that excellent snipers like himself and "Beagle" were worth far more on the battlefield than 50 ordinary soldiers.

According to later statistics, during World War II, troops from various countries required an average of 25,000 rounds of bullets to kill a soldier. However, a sniper during the same period only needed an average of 1.3 rounds to kill a soldier.

Although Vasily did not make such statistics in his era, he still understood how important a sniper was on the battlefield! Using a sniper as bait was simply the most luxurious and least cost-effective business.

But Fyodor didn't care about that. Right now, all he could think about was how to kill the disappearing Finnish sniper. As for the price, he didn't care at all.

"Go quickly!" Feodor suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the heart of "Beagle"'s chest: "If you go, you may still survive by relying on your skills. If you don't go, I will kill you now!"

This devil! An idea flashed through the minds of "Beagle" and Vasily at the same time.

"Beagle" knows Feodor's strength. If he insists on resisting, he thinks he is no match for Feodor.

So, after less than three seconds of silence, the "Beagle" accepted his fate under Feodor's black gun and said: "I'll go, but if I come back alive, I must remember to ask for credit."

"No problem," Feodor nodded, but the gun still didn't move from his body: "Then you can leave now, we don't have so much time to wait. Otherwise, we should let the Finns escape.

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"Follow me too!" Feodor said to Vasily in a cold tone.

"I understand." Vasily accepted it not because he was afraid of Feodor, but because he was rather conceited about his own strength, and at the same time he was also looking forward to the fight with the Finnish sniper.

Soon, with the "Beagle" taking the lead, Fedor and Vasily were scattered on his left and right sides, and cautiously stepped into the woods where Simon and Remo were.

Seeing the three masters abandoning themselves and entering the woods, the two platoons of Soviet soldiers felt a burst of joy in their hearts. The political commissar had already died, and the three snipers didn't seem to care at all about their assistance, that is,

Say, they can withdraw?!

After probably staying there for another two or three minutes, the two Soviet platoon commanders made a decision together. They carried the body of the political commissar back to the colonel and left this terrifying place.

"Hiss...hiss." In the woods, the "beagle" walking in the forefront gently used his gun to open a thin rope loop in front of him.

This thin rope loop is buried in a thin layer of snow. If you don't observe it carefully, most people may ignore the adjustment. But as soon as a person steps on it to drive the rope loop, the two wooden stakes connected by the rope loop will

It will cause left and right movement to unhook, causing the branches connected to the wooden stakes above to bounce up, causing the rope sleeve to tighten and lift the foot that stepped into the rope loop.

Seeing this low-level hunting trap that could not kill him, but could cause a lot of noise, "Beagle" became convinced that the other party was once a hunter like himself. Under normal circumstances, only hunters can

Such hunting traps will be laid.

Obviously, the Finnish snipers do not expect this small trap to cause much trouble to the enemy. They may just hope that the small traps placed everywhere can play a role in positioning and help them know where the enemy who triggered the trap is.

Which direction, and then carry out sniping.

"Beagle" put on a playful smile and lowered his body. The cat was next to a pile of snow drifts that were probably scattered from the trees, using tree trunks and snow drifts to form a cover.

If the person who came was a decent sniper who graduated from a military academy, maybe the Finns' plan would have succeeded. Unfortunately, the person who came was the son of an Orion who also had senior experience. The appearance of "Beagle"

The number is not a nice one!

As long as he is in the forest, his performance level is even higher than in the training ground. This is a trait developed from hunting with his father since he was a child, and it has long been engraved in his bones.

This is why even though the beagle knew that the woods were extremely dangerous and full of dangers, he still had the courage to break in in the end.

No matter how clever the enemy's ambush is, it is almost impossible to escape the eyes of his "beagle". In the woods, his insight is even comparable to that of a real hound with a keen sense of smell!

"Beagle" swore that as long as he discovered the Finnish sniper who had just survived his gunshot, he would never allow himself to let him run away again this time!

As for the stunt of disappearing and sneaking within 30 seconds that Simon showed just now, in the eyes of "Beagle", it is not that magical.

Although he couldn't perform to the same level as Simon, he could at least concentrate on catching Simon's every movement and position within the first 10 seconds of preparing for his stealth. In these 10 seconds, as long as there was a moment,

If Simon didn't move his body into the blind spot in time, what was waiting for him would be a whistling cold bullet!

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Like the Finns, the "Beagle" and others also wear white camouflage uniforms, which can easily blend into the environment like chameleons.

Along the way, although the "Beagle" never triggered a trap and kept the noise to a minimum, he still paid attention to the concealment work as much as possible.

He is a bait, but not a cannon fodder! As long as his own life is not at stake, he will not act stupidly. On the contrary, he is trying his best to quietly disarm the traps left by the Finns to ensure that Vasily and Vasily are following behind.

Feodor will not trigger the trap and cause any trouble.

In this regard, the "Beagle" is indeed as Fyodor expected, performing better and more qualified than ordinary soldiers as bait.


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