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"Jin Sheng is right. We can't just sit here and wait for them to come to us. We have to take them down."

"But specifically, how do we fight?"

"We don't have any firearms."

"But the 'enemy' has sniper rifles."

Li Huai pushed up his glasses and stared intently at the big tree in front of him through the gaps in the leaves.

The group fell silent. Only the rustling of the wind through the grass and the occasional distant report of someone being killed in action could be heard.

Then Li Huai spoke again.

Use this.

The others looked at Li Huai.

Lei Lihuai didn't continue speaking, but his gaze fell on the tree trunk in Lei Xiong's hand.

The tree trunk was thick at one end and thin at the other, like an enlarged baseball bat.

Lei Xiong followed his gaze and looked down at the tree trunk in his hand. His eyes slowly widened.

He held up the tree trunk with one hand, and pointed to himself with the other, poking the air twice with his finger, as if confirming something:

"I?"

"Use this?"

"Go fight a sniper with a sniper rifle?"

His voice rose a half-octave, carrying an incredulous tone—"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Dude, you trust me way too much!"

He slammed the tree trunk to the ground, creating a shallow crater.

Li Huai looked at Lei Xiong and nodded seriously.

"Yes, I believe you."

"You and the tree trunk in your hand are the main attackers responsible for the offensive."

Lei Xiong's mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something, but Li Huai didn't give him the chance.

Li Huai squatted down and quickly drew a sketch on the soil with his index finger.

He first drew a tree, marking the location of the trunk and the coverage area of ​​the canopy.

Next, five people were drawn, and the location and movement route of each person were marked.

Finally, an arc was drawn, from where they were hiding, around to the side of the tree.

My plan is this—

He speaks very quickly.

"The three of us—Wang Jin, Tan Ming, and I—will act as bait, advancing forward. Not in a straight line, but in a zigzag pattern. We'll change direction every three steps and change speed every five steps."

His finger traced a jagged line on the sketch.

"This makes it difficult for snipers in the trees to predict our movement."

"Therefore, he needs time to calculate the lead time and to make the movement and aim."

Then, Li Huai's finger moved to another line.

"Lei Xiong, Jin Sheng, you follow behind us, not in a straight line, but diagonally."

"We'll go left, you go right; we'll go forward, you go to the side."

His fingers drew a series of intersecting lines in the soil, like two snakes winding through the grass.

"That way, even if the sniper spots you, he'll have to choose between aiming at us and aiming at you. He can't fire in two directions at the same time."

"I think there's a 90% chance he'll hit all three of us."

"Because the three of us are in front, we pose the most direct threat to him."

"But actually, our trump card is the two of you behind us."

Li Huai looked at Lei Xiong and Jin Sheng, and continued,

"The three of us keep pushing forward, and that old bastard in the treetop will surely be unable to resist and give us a few bullets."

Li Huai drew a circle around the tree on the sketch with his finger.

"He sniped four people in a row, and he was full of confidence. He felt his position was safe and that the people below couldn't touch him. So, he was bound to fire. Because he couldn't help it. He couldn't help wanting to snipe a few more."

"If you want to snipe more targets and aim accurately, you have to change your body shape and movements, which will expose your location and reveal your weaknesses."

"The moment the sniper shows a weakness is the moment Lei Xiong strikes."

Li Huai raised his head and looked at Lei Xiong.

His eyes gleamed behind his glasses with a kind of light, a confident light that seemed to have calculated all the variables.

"Lei Xiong used brute force to throw the tree trunk, knocking him down."

His finger traced a parabola on the sketch, flying from their hiding place towards the treetop.

"The trunk isn't straight; it's curved. When you throw it, it spins and veers off course. But it's large and covers a wide area. You don't need to hit its head; just hit its body, and it will fall."

"If we can take down this sniper, things will be much easier."

Li Huai's finger moved to the last part of the sketch.

"At this point, Jin Sheng stepped in and subdued him." He paused, "The sniper fell down, and in close combat, he was like a toothless tiger."

"Jin Sheng's machete is longer than his dagger and thicker than his arm. One-on-one, he can't beat Jin Sheng."

After Li Huai finished explaining his plan, Lei Xiong's expression changed.

He pulled the tree trunk from the ground, slammed it down, and smashed it into the ground, creating another crater.

"Gentlemen, I disagree with this plan."

"This is too risky. If the three of you advance as bait, you could easily be killed in one hit."

His eyes swept over Li Huai, Wang Jin, and Tan Ming.

"And I'm not confident I can take him down before he kills one of you."

Lei Xiong's voice suddenly lowered.

Li Huai looked at him, his words showing no intention of backing down.

"This is the only plan that can get close to the sniper in the tree. The three of us will advance and provide cover for you. It's the only feasible plan at the moment."

He drew an X at the base of the tree on the sketch with his finger.

"If we take the detour, we'll have to walk at least 500 meters more. In those 500 meters, we'll encounter even more dangers."

"If we wait for him to come down, he doesn't know how long he'll have to wait. He brought food and water, and he can stay in the tree all day. We can't afford to wait."

Lei Xiong wanted to say something more, but Li Huai didn't give him the chance. He spoke directly.

"Those who agree with my plan, please raise your hands."

After saying this, Li Huai raised his right hand.

Wang Jin planted the entrenching tool in the ground and raised his right hand.

Tan Ming also raised his hand. He was from the Army Reconnaissance Company. He wasn't tall, but he was very strong.

Moreover, he raised his hand the fastest, like a conditioned reflex, like muscle memory.

Jin Sheng neither raised his hand nor objected.

He squatted there, holding the machete, the tip of which he poked at the dirt, again and again.

Lei Xiong gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and was about to vote against it.

However, he was the only one who received a vote.

Li Huai glanced at the voting results.

"Three against one, plan approved."

Now, the plan begins.

He stood up and patted the dirt off his clothes.

He had no gun in his hand, only a black, plastic replica dagger.

He tucked the dagger into the leather sheath at his waist, then flexed his fingers, his knuckles making a slight "clicking" sound.

"Wang Jin, Tan Ming. Come with me."

Wang Jin and Tan Ming stood up. Wang Jin slung the entrenching tool over his shoulder.

Tan Ming pulled a dagger from his waist, held it in his hand with the tip pointing down and the blade pointing outward.

Then, they moved.

The route used was a zigzag pattern.

The three people were like three reeds swaying in the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Lei Xiong crouched behind the fallen log, holding the trunk in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on the tree, on its canopy.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to throw it accurately.

He feared that by the time he threw it, the sniper would have already pulled the trigger.

He feared he would have to watch helplessly as one of Li Huai, Wang Jin, or Tan Mingzhong fell before his eyes.

Jin Sheng squatted down beside him, holding the machete in his hand. His eyes were also fixed on the tree, and his voice was soft: "Lei Xiong, you threw accurately."

Lei Xiong gritted his teeth: "What if..."

"On the training field, you've thrown grenades fifty meters away with a landing error of no more than one meter. This tree trunk is heavier than a grenade, but the distance is even closer."

"So, there's no 'what if'," Jin Sheng interrupted him.

"You throw accurately."