Old Wolf's Stimulating Game

  I knew that the prey on the periphery had been cleaned up, so I quickly moved towards the depths of the forest.

  Gunfire was all around, of course, this was also his requirement. A large white bird flew out of the sky, and before I even took aim, it had already fallen to the ground. I didn't know who fired the shot, but that person was absolutely a good marksman. In an instant, they discovered their prey and killed it, while also worrying about stray bullets hurting other team members. It was still so dark at night, and this wasn't even real combat. However, this was more troublesome than actual combat. In war, you can kill people, but here everyone is on the same side, and you have to carefully select your prey. Too many targets would affect your speed, and carrying them on your person is very inconvenient. So I try to choose smaller ones. For a sniper, this is a very simple task. If the distance is too far, someone else might pick up your prey, and that would be a loss. This kind of thing isn't unheard of. Originally, this was a very strange selection process, so it's not surprising that something strange happened.

  Maybe I'm just lucky, but I found a flock of weaverbirds, and with silencers on, I was able to get thirty of them in one go - what a huge haul!

  They were all supposed to have silencers, but there wasn't a single silencer in the armory, and my silencer was one I had taken when I first arrived and never returned. It's my hobby, I've always liked using silencers, no matter what time it is, the silencer is always with me, that's my rule.

  So my body was covered with dense rows of birds, just like a bird man, green and colorful. The only happy thing is that the number is almost enough, as long as I find another flock, it's okay. Anyway, there is still some time before dawn, I keep walking towards the depths. I know that there will be many birds here, even if there are any wild beasts, I'm not afraid, with a gun in my hand, my courage naturally becomes bigger.

  The rain got heavier and the thunder grew more frequent, a flash of lightning suddenly set fire to a four-meter-tall tree about five meters to my left, scaring me so much that I fell to the ground instantly.

  "Damn it, don't be so treacherous! What did I do wrong? Still thinking of splitting me up. Although I'm a beast, I didn't swear to heaven!" I cursed in my heart and quickly got up to run to the side, this is not a very safe place, it's better to leave quickly. So I searched while heading back to the camp."

  Not long after, I found my instructor, still shirtless, the terrifying tattoos under the lightning in the night sky looked even more frightening. He also saw me and I also saw him.

  I walked up to the instructor, looked at him, and he also looked at me, neither of us spoke.

  I couldn't help it: "I'm going to go back and search, do you want to come with me?" Actually, I just wanted to see the instructor's marksmanship, and I also knew that this battle was a bit difficult, but the instructor obviously knew.

  "Want to see my marksmanship?" The instructor looked at me and said calmly.

  "Yes, sir." I stood up straight and said respectfully.

  "Alright then, if you want to see, follow me. I won't take care of you, if you can't keep up with the numbers, I'll eliminate you just the same."

  "Thank you, instructor." I'm still feeling happy inside, it seems like the instructor isn't that scary after all, and I kind of like him.

  We walked for a while, and actually the jungle here is all the same, tall trees, shrubs, grasses, just these. I don't recognize any of the trees because I've lived in the north since childhood, and I don't know any of the southern trees. Although I studied them in school for a period of time, there's still a gap between what's in books and reality. Moreover, when learning, we mainly focused on northern trees, so now that I'm in the south, I'm completely illiterate. And since we're in the primeval forest, it's even harder to identify them.

  A flashlight swept, startling two flying birds. I hadn't even fired my gun yet, but I already heard the "crack crack" of two gunshots. Then I saw two white birds falling from the sky. This was completely a shot based on feeling, and I instantly admired this instructor with all my might.

  This instructor's code name was Rose Wolf, I'm used to calling him Old Wolf, while other instructors would call him Mad Dog. As for why they called him Mad Dog, I wasn't clear until later when I saw how he fought with a frenzied energy like a devil, with hellish cruelty and no mercy at all, not much different from a madman. He was the one instructor I least wanted to execute missions with, you never knew when he'd get you killed.

  I went hunting with Instructor Lao Lang, still him shooting his and me shooting mine. In the end, I clearly felt that he was letting me win. Sometimes, he would shoot without even looking, sometimes just pretending not to see. I really didn't know what he was thinking until later when we took down a gang of poisoners.

  When the sky began to brighten, the camp was already in front of us. The rain had stopped and the fog in the forest was misty. We could clearly see the sunlight shining through the trees, and the air was exceptionally fresh. Even though I came from a rural area, I had never breathed such fresh air before.

  Then, one after another, I saw some soldiers returning to their camp. Some of them were carrying rabbits, groundhogs, and yellow weasels on their backs. I also saw a few wild mountain goats. I really don't know how such things can exist in this kind of place, but as I always say, it's none of my business.

  My prey was just fifty, barely enough, and there was still a bird group I collected. In the last period of time, it was still the old wolf who gave in to me. If the old wolf hadn't been lenient, I'm afraid that in the end, I wouldn't have even gotten one with him.

  As I approached the campsite, I saw two people fighting there. I knew one of them, his name was Sima Nan, and the other one I didn't know.

  The old wolf walked over and separated them with a punch and a kick. Both of them were unwilling to admit defeat, and it was clear that they were both not easy to mess with.

  The old wolf said: "It seems that you are all very spirited, not bad, I like it. Let's change the game then, to a more exciting one." The old wolf handed each person a cigarette and lit them up.

  The two of them had cigarettes in their mouths, about a hundred meters apart, raised their guns and fired at each other. Whoever shot the cigarette out of the other's mouth first would win, and the loser would withdraw, no matter what else happened.

  This is not fun, even if you are very confident in your own marksmanship, it does not mean that others' marksmanship is also good. Although the distance is not far, aiming at each other and firing a gun, if you don't fire immediately, the lit cigarette will get shorter and shorter, and the difficulty will get bigger and bigger. This is no longer just trust, if I were to do it, I would definitely not fire the gun. These are real bullets, hitting the body will pierce through, hitting the head will kill people, putting one's life in someone else's hands, this is not a simple matter.