Wasteland Code Survival

Hearing this crisp gunshot, Qi Lin immediately reacted. This is the "Mosin-Nagan" rifle developed by Russia in the late 1880s.

The accuracy of this old bolt-action rifle is outrageous. It is for this reason that many snipers of that era prefer this rifle.

Like the "White Grim Reaper" Simon Haye who killed 705 Soviet soldiers in the Soviet-Finnish War, and the ace sniper Vasily in the famous old movie "Under the City". This "Mosin-Nagan" rifle.

But in any case, the "Mosin-Nagan" is just an old bolt-action rifle. No matter how many shooters, it is impossible to pull the bolt, unscrew, load, and aim for the second time in a second. , Then after pulling the trigger, Qi Lin immediately bounced from the ground, and then quickly flashed to the back of the truck.

"No heavy weapons...no heavy weapons..."

Qi Lin thought silently in his heart, if the opponent is carrying a heavy weapon such as an RPG rocket launcher, now as long as he is given a shot, even if Qi Lin is not dead, he will probably be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness.

Ten seconds passed, and the expected rocket did not come. Qi Lin breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned on the "primary dynamic camouflage", only to see the light around Qi Lin bizarrely refracted. He slowly disappeared into the twilight.

Although with the movements of the limbs, the surrounding light will show some abnormal fluctuations and distortions from time to time, but now the night has fallen. According to the interval between the bullets and the gunfire, the distance between the sniper and himself is definitely 500 meters. Above, this flaw should not be discovered by the other party.

Holding this idea, Qi Lin secretly moved out——

"Boo!"

A fierce pain came from the shoulder, Qi Lin quickly retreated back to the back of the truck, and turned around to see that the camouflage cloak on his shoulder had been ripped apart by bullets, and the shoulder armor of the ice python was also left behind. A clear white mark.

"Fortunately, it's just that the skin is scratched... But, it seems that there is a thermal imaging camera on the opposite side..."

Qi Lin muttered to himself that when fighting at night, there are two completely different opponents with and without thermal imaging cameras. With the latter, Qi Lin can easily disguise his tracks and go around to the opponent's. Attacking from the side or directly attacking the opponent, it is really impossible, and there is no problem to escape. If the opponent has a thermal imaging camera, now hiding behind the truck, in the opponent's field of vision, a large area is extremely conspicuous The highlight color blocks of, every move will be clearly seen.

"Trouble..."

Qi Lin did not use the Gauss sniper rifle. This weapon was too heavy and only had one shot. It was not suitable for a duel with a sniper. He took down the newly acquired Dragono from his back. husband.

Fortunately, the optical sight and trajectory have been adjusted before, which gave Qi Lin a lot of confidence. He took out ten 7.62mm caliber bullets specially wrapped in paraffin from his backpack. The ground filled the magazine.

Although the accuracy cannot be compared with the "Mosin-Nagan" in the opponent's hand, Dragonov has a faster rate of fire, and the opponent has enough time to fire a shot, enough for Qi Lin to shoot half of the bullets in the magazine. Get out.

After loading the bullets, Qi Lin took out a Molotov cocktail from his backpack, lit it with a lighter, and threw it quickly onto a clearing in front of the truck. Only by the interference of the fire could Qi Lin gain more time to aim. !

The burning flask smashed on the ground and shattered instantly. The flammable liquid inside suddenly flowed up, and a fire curtain nearly one meter high rose up. Qi Lin also rushed out at the same time and ran to the fire curtain. Behind--

"over there!"

Qi Lin raised his head and looked in the direction where the bullet came, and saw a depression on the hillside, flashing a unique reflection of the optical sight, and immediately raised Dragunov in his hand.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Compared with the crisp gunshots of "Mosin-Nagan", the SVD gunshots are more dull and heavy, but the frequency is higher. Qi Lin fired three consecutive shots into the depression of the mountain slope. Logically speaking, these three shots At least one of the shots would hit the sniper, but the system didn't have a prompt to hit the target. At this time, Qi Lin's feeling of anxiety had already risen to the apex.

"Boo!"

The crisp gunfire sounded again, Qi Lin only felt as if he had been punched heavily in the lower abdomen, and the whole person fell backwards. At this moment, the light from the corner of his eye was swept to the second optics. The flash of the sight was in a clump of grass thirty meters below the depression.

"Fake target!"

Qi Lin fell heavily to the ground. He endured the pain, and while the opponent made a second shot, he rolled hard and rolled back to the back of the truck.

That one in the depression on the hillside is a fake target!

"Damn it!" Qi Lin gritted his teeth, forcibly preventing his hands from trembling from the severe pain, and unlocked the armor on his abdomen, only to see a deep blood hole appearing on the side of his belly button. The protection of the polar ice python armor, the bullet damage has been weakened a large part.

Taking out the dagger, Qi Lin slashed open the skin near the eye of the gun. With the tip of the knife, he picked out a metal bullet from the wound. However, at this time, Qi Lin discovered that the flesh and blood of the wound was stained. An abnormal black-brown layer seems to be completely necrotic, and it heals very slowly.

"Poisoned on the warhead?"

Qi Lin shook his heart, and immediately picked up the bullet on the ground. He noticed that on the edge of the bullet, there were circles of small grooves carved out with a knife, and inside the grooves, except for his own blood. , There is also a layer of yellowish substance attached.

What kind of poison is this?

Qi Lin glanced at Wisdom's prompt, but it only stated that his wound was infected by "some kind of biological toxin", and the healing rate dropped by 90%, without saying anything else.He immediately felt the condition of his body, and it seemed that besides the difficulty of healing the wound, there was no other impact.

"Fortunately...not a deadly toxin."

Qi Lin took a deep breath and quickly cut off the toxin-infected skin and flesh of the wound with a dagger, and then sprinkled a lot of hemostatic agent, and finally tore a few strips of cloth from the sleeves and bandaged the wound hastily. stand up.

After doing all this, Qi Lin seemed weak, sweating profusely and leaning on the tires of the truck.

Now he has fallen into a complete disadvantage. Judging from the arrangement of false targets, the opponent is obviously an experienced sniper. Such a sniper will definitely no longer stay in that bush anymore, and Qi Lin The abdomen is injured, and the flexibility and speed of the body are also greatly affected.

Moreover, in addition, there is a worse situation-Qi Lin looked up at the rearview mirror of the truck. From the rearview mirror, he could see that more than a dozen Templar knights in white uniforms. He popped out from behind that small hill, and was approaching himself in a half-encircled formation...

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