The sound of gunfire signals the start of a great battle. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng quickly spots the enemy at the foot of the hill, only three or four of them, hiding behind big trees and shooting toward the mountain. Luo Zheng knows the enemy can't possibly send just this few up here; this is just a probing attack. He imdiately shouts, "Everybody hold your fire. Gardener, you handle this."
Among the four, the Gardener excels in attack, the Farr in ambush, the Monk in defense, while Scholar is all-rounded. Since the enemy's offensive is only probing, Luo Zheng won't reveal the fire points, leaving it to the Gardener, who is skilled in attack, to handle is most appropriate.
The Gardener agrees, guessing Luo Zheng's intention right away, and starts to mobilize forces. Soon, the sound of a sniper rifle rings out from the trench as a warrior snipes at the enemy down the hill. Everyone else remains silent, not even poking their heads out, keeping relaxed and conserving energy. Just a few enemies, one sniper is enough to suppress them thoroughly.
The sniper uses the trench for concealnt, firing one shot and changing position, keeping the enemy suppressed. The enemy's sniper rifles also start firing, prompting the Gardener to deploy another sniper. The first sniper calmly lies hidden in a secluded spot in the trench, quietly locking on to an enemy, focused and still, knowing well that the enemy's sniper is an expert and he has only one shot at this. After firing, he would be exposed and must quickly hide.
"Whizz!" The sniper fires coolly, pulling the trigger before swiftly retreating, almost simultaneously dodging as a vicious sniper bullet flies overhead, grazing his scalp, embedding into the soil behind the trench, forming a large crater.
"Whizz!" A sniper rifle shot from a nearby trench sounds almost at the sa ti. A bullet whistles away, drawing a terrifying arc of death as it pierces the treetop of a big tree down the hill that everyone is watching, and imdiately soone falls heavily from the treetop to the ground.
The first sniper risks his life to open fire and neutralize an enemy, thereby luring out an enemy sniper, creating an opportunity for his comrade, who indeed doesn't miss this chance, eliminating an enemy sniper. Hugging his rifle, he crouches in the trench, hearing a sniper bullet fly overhead, knowing there's still a sniper hidden in the woods.
"Want a sniper duel?" Witnessing the scene, Luo Zheng sneers. On the battlefield, snipers are synonymous with the Death God, especially in environnts like this. Visibility is exceptionally high due to the heavy rain; there's no wind, the sun is shining brightly, visibility is excellent, only two hundred ters away, plus, they are at an elevated position with trench cover. Under these advantageous conditions, Luo Zheng has no fear of engaging in a sniper duel with the enemy.
Now, three enemies have climbed up to the hundred-ter point; moving further forward would enter the trap zone. Luo Zheng grabs the sniper rifle, keenly noticing it's been maintained, glances at Lan Xue lying to the side observing the battle situation, and smiles appreciatively, saying nothing more, then coldly commands through the earpiece, "Everyone hold your fire. Mountain Eagle."
"Here," Mountain Eagle's voice sounds in the earpiece.
"Give the brothers a sniper lesson." Luo Zheng says coldly.
"Roger." Mountain Eagle doesn't refuse, quickly preparing for battle. Everyone knows Mountain Eagle is a sniper; they all look toward the base of the hill, expectantly, especially the snipers, eager to see how Mountain Eagle plays the ga of sniping.
The position falls into silence, everyone concealed and observing, not firing. The mountainside forest is quiet, only the cautious movent of three enemies is heard. Mountain Eagle coldly watches the enemy at the front, not imdiately opening fire, until the enemy walks near a Button Bomb, and Mountain Eagle finally acts. His chilling gaze suddenly explodes, a fierce killing intent shoots skyward, and he swiftly pulls the trigger.
"Whizz!" A sniper bullet roars forth, like the unstoppable War God rolling down from the heavens, piercing the enemy second in line at the upper thigh root. The bullet creates an entry hole upon entering the thigh but soon ets bone resistance. The bullet head starts spinning rapidly, like a rotating windmill, shredding all in front—the blockading muscle tissue and bones.
Blood spurts wildly; the leg gets shot clean off. The enemy's body weight shifts, and he falls to the ground, screaming painfully. Two enemies rush up from front and back, trying to carry him away, hide, and treat him later—a standard battlefield first aid asure, their coordinated actions are very skilled.
"Whizz!" Another sniper shot fires, and a bullet carrying everyone's confusion whistles away. The sniper ought to aim for the head or at least the heart for a one-hit kill. Everyone can't understand why Mountain Eagle only wounds them, though, the precision shooting he demonstrates still astonishes everyone.
Hitting the thigh is easy, but cleanly dismbering it requires perfect targeting. A shot positioned to the inside or outside might only scratch, tearing off a big chunk of flesh at most, without damaging the bone, posing no life threat. Yet Mountain Eagle hit the direct center, a perfect target point ensuring the bullet exploded the bone, severing the thigh.
Soon, everyone is shocked once more. Mountain Eagle's last shot also targets the enemy's thigh, similarly, dismbering the leg. Another enemy frantically holds onto one man and retreats, shouting all the while. The wounded one also shouts frantically, a very bloody and tragic scene.
"Whizz!" Mountain Eagle fires again, this ti aiming for the enemy's leg, but hitting the position of the ankle bone instead. The uninjured enemy's ankle bone shatters, his body slumps, falling into the ground with the dragged wounded, both screaming sothing aloud, but alas, no one understands.
Three shots fired from three different spots, dropping three n swiftly and neatly; the enemy snipers do not even have the chance to retaliate. Everyone looks at the three injured enemies, puzzled, waiting for Mountain Eagle's next move, only to realize Mountain Eagle remains inactive. Instead, the wounded at the bottom of the hill groan in agony due to excessive blood loss.
Injured, unable to evacuate by themselves, ten fully ard enemies rush in anger. Four stand in the front in a line, shooting randomly at the position and yelling loudly, while the remaining six split into three groups, each group of two trying to carry away the wounded. Watching this scene, everyone feels regretful, facing the fire suppression from four enemies; relying solely on Mountain Eagle won't likely expand the battle outco further.
However, Mountain Eagle calmly observes from within a shell hole, eyes filled with cold killing intent as he removes his gaze from the sniper scope, his hand retrieving a minuscule remote control, and he calmly presses a button.
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