Eric was speechless for a moment. In an instant, Eric was able to come up with thousands of bad reasons, but he didn't know which one to answer him.

"We would rather be on the battlefield than endure endless training here every day and die inexplicably in the enemy's bombing!" In the end, Eric barely came up with this reason.

"Ah, people always die. As for whether they die early or late, whether you die in battle or are you killed by an enemy plane, what's the difference?" He said in an extremely indifferent tone.

Eric had nothing to say. He wanted to know very much what kind of person he regarded life so despised, and he was indifferent to his own life. What else could he pay attention to in this world?

There was a series of "crash" sounds of branches and leaves turning around. Eric knew that Billy was moving his limbs uneasily and wanted to change his posture. Indeed, no one could stand maintaining a posture like this for a long time, but this time the sound he made was too loud and would kill us. Eric was about to warn him, but he heard him calling Eric.

"Eric, Eric!"

"Don't speak loudly like this, Billy," Eric said hurriedly.

"Eric!" he whispered, "This won't work. Eric, even if we stay old like this, we will eventually die."

"If this is not the case, what else can we do?" Eric murmured.

"I heard, Eric, why don't we take a risk."

Eric's eyes lit up. Maybe this guy would come up with an unexpected and good idea to solve the predicament in front of them.

"Well, what's the idea?" Eric looked forward to his flying stroke.

"We form an anti-sniper team," he said slowly.

This guy thought he would have some kind of genius creativity, but he didn't expect it to be so.

"You fool, stupid pig, do you think we are practicing?" Eric shouted at him, "This is not an exercise."

For such a high-level sniper, bait is dying. The only chance now is to pray that he will jump out like a stupid rabbit and hit our guns. But is this possible? Eric shook his head, this idea is just a fool there.

"Eric, I'm still as bait as I did during exercises," Billy said word by word.

"What did you say, you're crazy, you don't know how dangerous this is..." Eric understood, Eric was shocked, Billy, Eric's best friend, Eric's heart was warm, and tears suddenly filled his eyes. But Eric couldn't, he couldn't build his life on the death of his friend. That would be too despicable.

"Billy, no, Billy, Eric can't." Eric was in a state of excitement, unable to do so, and spoke a little incoherently.

Finally Eric said, "We are friends, aren't we? We want to live, we live together, we die, we lie together." Eric refused. At this moment, Eric was proud of himself, they were all noble people, weren't they?

Billy began to move, and Eric begged him desperately: "No, Billy, don't, Billy, lie down quickly, Billy!"

He was stunned and slowly climbed out of the fallen leaves, saying to Eric: "Eric, just like we were in the exercise, concentrate and observe."

Eric shouted at him, "You fool, do you think I will be grateful to you like this? Get back to Eric."

"Eric, you don't know." He began to straighten his waist slowly, shook his head at Eric, and looked at Eric with a very complicated look, "You don't know, Eric, I'm not doing this for you, I'm for myself."

He stood upright and exposed himself, and said as he moved his footsteps, "Eric, what you should look at now is not me, but ahead, Eric, don't waste-"

"Bang", a bullet whistled through Billy's head, and his slightly fat body fell heavily on this foreign land. The fallen face facing Eric's face, so quiet and detailed.

At this moment, Eric realized that death is sometimes a relief for people. Extreme despair and fear have made him numb and turned a blind eye to his life. He is seeking his own bullet. Now for him, the nightmare has ended, and he can finally rest quietly and undisturbed.

And what about myself? Wipe away the tears, Eric's mood was as calm as water.

A shell screamed and flew over his head and landed on the open space not far away. The explosion of smoke rose in the forest.

"Thank God, praise you, O kind God!"

When the second shell fell, Eric gritted his teeth and jumped up suddenly. Countless shells exploded from front, back, left and right of Eric. The earth was trembling, the soil was plowed, and broken branches and countless pieces of gravel were smashed down.

Eric ran forward desperately, running, a shell exploded at Eric's feet, and Eric felt a wave of air throwing himself up.

Before Eric could fully experience the feeling of the immortal beings flying in the clouds, he knew nothing.

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When Eric woke up, he found himself in a simple wooden house in the forest. A local girl who picked mushrooms found and rescued Eric. She took care of Eric carefully until the German troops found him. Eric would never forget her. She had a pair of clear and transparent eyes, and she was simply a cute Angel.

What Eric remembers most is that the wild mushroom soup she boiled in white water was very delicious, and Eric would never get tired of eating it for the rest of his life. Sometimes Eric would think, just stay here for the rest of his life, but Eric could not forget Billy's eyes, and the other eight other tragic deaths. Eric vowed to avenge them, and he wanted to make the ghost's blood debt repayment.

In this way, Eric found Colonel Hawke again, and Eric wanted to be the person like him.

"Eric!" The colonel looked at Eric, silent for a long time, and said, "If you are for revenge, you should not come to me."

"Why?"

"Do you remember what I said to you that day?"

What did he say to himself that day? Eric was thinking about it.

"What's your name?" the colonel suddenly asked.

"Eric!" Eric agreed casually without thinking, "What?" Eric became alert.

"I said Eric, you and Eric should be a special forces soldier," he said anxiously: "I am a special forces expert. I can tell at a glance that you are a good material. You have talent, potential and courage. I will train you to be a super warrior and a first-class sniper."

"Oh, my God, what a joke." Eric said in shock. "Don't you know what I'm here for? I'm here to avenge my friends!"

"Eric, human nature is to kill each other. This nature is hidden deep in our hearts. We long for killing and blood. I guess, you must be full of anger in your heart now!"

Eric admitted that he really wanted to avenge his good friends.

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However, Colonel Hawke told him that real snipers are not to kill for revenge. They are born to like this, just like wolfs naturally like bloody smell. People rely on their minds to gain a foothold in society, beasts rely on instinct to survive in the jungle, and snipers search for prey with intuition and keen observation. They are a mixture of humans and beasts.

From this moment on, Eric decided to treat himself as a real sniper.

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In a corner of the jungle, Eric found silk traces, several broken grass stems, the debris of this food, and the ashes falling by the tree roots. Eric dared not be completely sure it was him, but there must be someone like him who had been here, and he was still nearby. He defined his range of activities and confirmed the path he most often appeared. Eric began to carefully observe the surrounding environment and terrain, and select the best sniper location.

It is very particular about snipers choosing positions, which almost determines half of the success of snipers. A good sniper point not only requires good concealment, but also requires a broad vision, attacking and defending when advancing and retreating. It is best to give you a chance to shoot a second shot.

In front of me is a natural sniper point. Several rocks are faintly visible in the bushes that are hugging each other.

Eric quietly ambushed and waited quietly.

The waiting before each war always makes people feel extremely boring and extremely depressed. In order to succeed in hunting, this waiting is necessary and worth it. Eric remembered a sentence circulated among the snipers: "We focus on the process rather than the result."

It is said that it has some subtle connection with the love view of some contemporary youth.

Eric lay down and tried his best to stretch Eric's limbs and relax the muscles in his body.

He saw the transparent sky, gray clouds, quiet forests, messy and weird shrubs, and grass swaying in the wind; what he heard was the wind waving the spring, the crows roaring, and the insects singing softly; what he smelled in his nose was the fragrance of wild flowers and the fragrance of the earth and soil. How colorful and free and unrestrained nature is.

All this looks like in a fairyland.

An unusual aura floated in the air. This is a breath that only masters can have and only masters can smell. It is a sharp murderous aura.

Eric's adrenaline began to be secreted, and Eric began to be excited. He immediately entered the state of war. He checked the camouflage position, checked the camouflage clothing, and checked the gun. After confirming that everything was fine, Eric opened the barrel and sent a long sniper to the barrel with a 7.62mm armor-piercing projectile.

The aura became stronger and stronger, and the pressure on Eric was getting greater and greater. He could feel, no, he could be sure, it was him, that "ghost". It was him, who ruthlessly took the lives of his friend Billy and eight other comrades-in-arms.

The burning fire was in Eric's heart, and the time for revenge was coming.
To be continued...