He was wearing camouflage clothing, a beret tilted to the right, and holding a rifle.

Even with Li Changzhou's knowledge, he could recognize the gun at a glance: an AK47.

If the "Yellow Robe Donning" had been done with this powerful, continuously firing rifle, the three men would probably have been riddled with bullets before they even ran into the trench.

"A man, aged 25 to 30, carrying an AK47 assault rifle and a dagger at his waist," Li Changzhou reported softly.

Yang Qinglan leaned close to Li Changzhou and whispered, "I'll pull him over here. Get ready."

"...Just kill him?"

“Of course.” Yang Qinglan’s voice was low, like a winter stream shrouded in shadow as clouds obscure the sun.

Li Qianxia looked at her brother.

Li Changzhou wiped away the sweat that was about to slip into his eyes again, his right eye sharply pressed against the scope.

Yang Qinglan's eyes slowly turned blue.

In the scope's view, the figure in the camouflage uniform suddenly lurched forward, as if a person with their body strapped to their waist was being pulled away by a truck.

"Bang!"

The M95 sniper rifle, without a silencer but with a fire cap, emitted a thunderous roar.

Tinnitus, numbness in the shoulders and arms, and the smell of smoke.

The shot missed.

"elder brother!"

"Click! Click!" The bolt is pulled, and the bullet is chambered.

The blazing sun shone on Li Changzhou's face, his eyebrows like the sharp edges of a tempered blade, and his eyes as bright as stars.

The man in camouflage clung tightly to a tree, as if he were falling off a cliff, his feet kicking wildly at the ground.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, his chest rose and fell slightly, his finger was on the trigger, and the exquisite pressure made everything clear.

"F-level focus" triggered.

"Bang!" Thunder roared again.

A large hole was blown open at the waist of the camouflage uniform, and the body was almost torn apart.

The hand gripping the tree branch loosened limply, and the corpse continued to fall to the ground like trash, blood and entrails scattered everywhere.

"Kill him," Li Changzhou said coldly.

"You've worked hard... His ID card is yours too." Yang Qinglan's voice was filled with comfort.

"How was it?" Li Changzhou pulled the bolt again, chambering a bullet, and looked away from the scope, his emotions calming down. "Two shots and one person is done."

"So handsome~ I love you to death, Brother Changzhou~"

When a younger sister speaks like this, the older brother should be careful.

Sure enough, Li Qianxia continued, "To celebrate, let's treat everyone when we get back! I want to eat the spicy hot pot on the second floor of the third canteen, and also get an ice-cold Coke!"

"Want some urine? It's room temperature, fresh, and mine."

"You siblings have had enough." The fresh-faced and beautiful Yang Qinglan couldn't stand such a heavy-handed topic.

Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia rarely talk about this kind of topic, except when they are talking to each other.

If you search for "eat shit" in the two people's WeChat chat history, you will find at least a hundred results.

"What about the ID card and the gun?" Li Changzhou asked.

"I'll go get it, brother and Qinglan, cover me." With that, Li Qianxia was about to rush out.

"Wait!" Yang Qinglan grabbed her. "I'll do it."

She used "repulsion" to pull the "identity card" that had fallen near the corpse's head toward the three people in fits and starts.

Sometimes you need to pull to the left or right because of the obstruction of grass and rocks.

28, 29, 30, once every 30 seconds, Li Changzhou silently counted the intervals between Yang Qinglan's use of instinct.

Just as Li Qianxia caught the "identity card" in the camouflage uniform, the three of them looked at each other.

The game is over.