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"Did you think hiding would save you from dying?" Lin Mo said in a low voice, holding his sniper rifle.

In the woods, the Japanese soldiers were still lying on the ground. No one dared to move, no one dared to run, and no one dared to look up.

They even naively believed that as long as they didn't move and didn't make a sound, the unseen devil wouldn't find them.

A sergeant lay trembling behind a fallen tree.

He silently repeated to himself: "You can't see me...you can't see me...you can't see me..."

But Lin Mo could see it.

Two thousand eight hundred meters away, Lin Mo lay prone in another spot, his eyes pressed against the scope.

His eyes were not ordinary eyes. They were eyes honed on the plateau, eyes tempered by wind and sand, eyes that had endured darkness.

Through the scope, those eyes could see the half-inch of a Japanese soldier's helmet peeking out from behind a tree, 2,800 meters away.

Those eyes could see behind the leaves, the shoulders of a Japanese soldier lying on the ground trembling slightly with fear.

His gaze swept across the grove of trees.

One, two, three... every hiding place was within his crosshairs.

His finger was on the trigger.

In the crosshairs, a Japanese soldier is hiding behind a mound of earth.

The man's name was Tanaka, a private, 25 years old, who had been in the army for three years and had fought in many battles.

He thought he was safe, believing the mound of earth could stop the bullets.

But the mound of earth can only obstruct the view. Stones cannot stop a 12.7mm armor-piercing round.

The bullet flew out of the gun barrel, traveled 2,800 meters, passed through the mound of earth, and passed through the head in the field.

Soil and blood mist exploded at the same time.

Tanaka's body remained in the position of clutching his head, but his head was gone. Blood gushed from his neck cavity, spraying onto the cracked mound of earth.

The body fell, crashing to the ground, onto the mound of earth he thought would stop the bullets.

In the woods, those lying prone heard gunshots. They were far away, very faint, like a clap of hands.

Then, they heard something explode, heard something shatter, and saw a body fall.

Two thousand eight hundred meters away. Lin Mo's crosshairs had already moved toward the second target.

A Japanese soldier hiding behind a tree.

He thought he was very clever, believing that trees could stop bullets.

"Idiot!" Lin Mo said coldly.

He wasn't aiming at the person, but at the tree. The trunk, about a meter off the ground.

"Bang."

The bullet pierced the trunk of the dead tree, through the bark, through the wood, and through the chest of the man hiding behind the tree.

The bark exploded, sending wood chips flying. A hole the size of a bowl blasted open in Takahashi's chest.

Blood gushed from his chest; his eyes were still open, his mouth was still agape, but he was already dead.

His body was still leaning against the tree, the tree that had failed to stop the bullets.

Fear began to spread through the woods. Those lying prone heard a second gunshot.

Some Japanese soldiers began to cry quietly, while others began to crawl deeper into the woods.

They dared not stand up and run, because standing up would mean death.

Lin Mo's crosshairs didn't stop; they were still searching for a target.

He spotted a Japanese soldier hiding behind the bushes.

"Bang."

The bullet flew from 2,800 meters away, passing through the bushes.

The bushes were cut in half, and the branches and leaves were flying everywhere.

Watanabe's body was pierced through the middle, sent flying horizontally, his spine broken in two. He died without even a scream.

"Bang."

Another shot, and half a Japanese soldier's head was gone.

Inside the crater, the headless corpse was still curled up, blood gushing from its neck cavity, filling the bottom of the crater like a small pond.

In the woods, the Japanese soldiers began to huddle together. Not because they wanted to stay close together, but because fear had driven them to huddle together.

They emerged from their different hiding places and crawled deeper into the woods. There was a low-lying area surrounded by earthen slopes that would obstruct their view.

They believed that as long as they hid in that low-lying area, the unseen devil would not be able to find them.

He was climbing even by the well. He climbed over stones, tree trunks, and corpses, but he dared not stop.

He crawled into the low-lying area, where a dozen or so Japanese soldiers were already crammed together.

They huddled together, squatting, lying down, and holding their heads, with someone chanting something about Amaterasu protecting them.

"Will he...will he find this place...?" a Japanese soldier asked in a low voice.

No one answered. Because everyone knew the answer.

That devil, he can see everything.

He could see from behind the rock.

He could see from behind the tree.

He could see from behind the bushes.

He could see from inside the crater.

He could also see this low-lying area.

Two thousand eight hundred meters away. Lin Mo's crosshairs swept across that low-lying area. There, seven or eight Japanese soldiers were crammed together.

Lin Mo didn't rush to fire. He was driving them away, like a hunter herding his prey. He first attacked the outermost Japanese soldiers, pushing them towards the center.

The reason he did this was simple: he wanted to conserve ammunition.

Otherwise, one bullet would kill one Japanese soldier.

Lin Mo felt she had been taken advantage of.

The expulsion is now complete.

In the low-lying areas, anyone who tries to run out will die.

Whoever tries to look up will die.

Whoever tries to stand up will die.

He is like an invisible ruler, drawing an invisible line.

He lay there by the well, trembling all over.

He dared not look up, dared not move, dared not make a sound.

There was only one thought in his mind: to live... to live... to live... but he didn't know if he could live.

Because that devil is watching them. Because that devil is waiting for them.

Because that devil hasn't fired yet.

Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly. It wasn't a smile, but a calculation. He was calculating the trajectory, the wind speed, the angle. A dozen heads crammed together—how many could one shot hit?

His crosshairs were pressed onto the head of the person on the far left. Then, he slowly moved to the right.

one two three four.

Four heads, aligned in a straight line. He took a deep breath.

Then, hold your breath.

"Bang."