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Shen Fei stuffed the lost dry socks back into the innermost part of his backpack and wrapped them in rags. Then he shouldered the bag, picked up the automatic rifle, and bent over and walked towards the two-person shooting pit not far away.

The so-called shooting pit,

In fact, it is a small shallow pit dug diagonally from the side of the main trench.

In front, sandbags, rotten boards and frozen mud were used to build a low parapet, with a narrow shooting opening in the middle.

The shooting port is very small. After the gun is mounted, one can only look out through a dark gap.

The bottom of the pit was full of mud and water, and a shallow drainage ditch was dug next to it, but it seemed to be half blocked by mud.

When Shen Fei lay down, he felt a chill as soon as his knees touched the ground.

He adjusted the muzzle of the gun, making sure it didn't stick out too far.

Veterans in the training camp said that if the muzzle of the gun extends too far, its outline will be revealed at night and reflected during the day, and others will know at a glance that there is someone lying there.

This kind of detail is small.

But here, small details often determine whether a person will suddenly have a brain blossom.

Musa soon got in too.

His movements were much rougher than Shen Fei's, and as soon as he lay down, the mud and water made a splash.

Shen Fei frowned and whispered: "Keep your voice down."

Musa glanced at him and didn't refute, just lowered his body a little.

The two of them were lying in the shooting pit. Three hundred meters in front of them was a forest belt that was destroyed by artillery fire.

In the darkness, broken trees loomed, looking very scary.

Occasionally a fire flashed in the distance, illuminating it for a few seconds and then quickly falling back into darkness.

Shen Fei stared ahead, still thinking about what happened just now.

Rather than wielding a knife, he prefers to have many friends and few enemies, and try not to cause any conflicts.

But the problem is,

As the only yellow man in this trench, he was destined to find it difficult to integrate into the circle of Mao Xiong felons.

If you don't take action, what you lose today is your socks, and tomorrow you may lose your magazine, food, water bottle, or even your life.

It's just a pity that the conditions in the trench really don't allow it, otherwise if Ivan is killed directly, the effect of establishing prestige will be better.

It doesn't really matter whether he stole the socks or not.

Mainly because of these idiots, if we don't defeat them, they will cause trouble sooner or later.

Musa lay beside him and suddenly whispered, "You were so handsome just now."

Shen Fei looked forward and said without looking back: "Pay attention to everyone's movements to prevent retaliation."

"Okay." Musa agreed simply.

Both of them were very nervous;

After all, this was the first time I was really lying in a frontline shooting pit. There might be enemies in front of me, drones above my head, and a supervising team behind me.

In this situation, it's hard not to be nervous.

They all wanted to relieve their physical and mental discomfort through chatting, but they couldn't find anything in common.

Different countries, different skin colors, different experiences, even different personalities...

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