To the south are governnt enforcent personnel, to the north is the runway. Yuanfei Zuo's people can only choose to sneak attack from the east and west; coming from the south would expose them and cause dissatisfaction among the hostage family mbers and citizens. The north is open and exposed, appearing as a sitting target, making infiltration difficult. Luo Zheng was well familiar with the surrounding terrain, coldly saying, "Since it started, let's begin. I want everyone to aim and fire. Mountain Eagle, your team is responsible for the east side, everyone else is on the west side."
"Yes." Everyone shouted in unison. Shijing Kong is on the east side, and with Mountain Eagle's ten-man team assisting, that should be sufficient. There is nobody blocking the enemy's advance on the west side, so twenty snipers were arranged there. A strong murderous aura surged up, as if to break through the roof and rip apart the entire night sky.
Luo Zheng threw Lan Xue a glance, indicating for him to guard the hall. Lan Xue nodded in understanding, and Luo Zheng quickly rushed to the west side with his sniper rifle, arriving at a window, setting up the rifle to aim. Countless ninjas were already charging up, their figures starkly silhouetted, only their eyes exposed, carrying Japanese swords on their backs, holding assault rifles in their hands, about three hundred ters away.
"Huh?" Luo Zheng beca surprised. Yuanfei Zuo's people don't really like using guns; they'd rather use swords. What use is it for them to have guns? This thought quickly passed, and Luo Zheng swiftly locked onto a person resembling a leader and shouted, "Only snipe, kill!"
"Whew." After Luo Zheng's angry roar, he decisively pulled the trigger, firing the first shot of the counterattack. The sniper bullet whistled out of the chamber, carrying all of Luo Zheng's anger and hope, drawing a dreadful arc of death in the night sky, and swiftly piercing the target's head, blowing it apart. In the sniper scope, red and white matter splattered, particularly eerie.
"Whew whew whew!" All snipers opened fire. With the aid of sniper scopes, each locked onto and killed targets on the ground. With a round of gunfire, twenty or more incoming ninjas fell, not a single shot missed. The three hundred ter distance is very challenging for ordinary people, but for well-trained and well-equipped Special Forces, it posed no difficulty at all, direct headshots.
Luo Zheng watched as one target after another had their heads blown off, particularly eerie in the moonlight. Others laid down and concealed themselves, retaliating with gunfire, which made Luo Zheng smile. The ninja's advantage is close-quarter assassination, not battlefield warfare. In the face of people ard with sniper rifles, these ninjas retaliating from concealnt are live targets.
"Snipers defending the west side, listen to my command, incendiary bombs," Luo Zheng coldly shouted, bursting with a forest-cold killing intent, quickly swapping ammunition, and fearlessly sweeping the enemy's firing line. Judging from the opponent's shooting frequency and accuracy, they were ordinary, far from precise shooting, nothing to worry about.
After loading the incendiary bombs, Luo Zheng saw the attacking ninjas just standing up to charge rapidly, around 250 ters away. He swiftly aid and locked onto the person charging most forcefully, shouting, "Only shoot, kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone exploded with a roar.
"Whew whew whew!" Around twenty incendiary bombs rang out simultaneously, carving eerie streaks in the void like laughing Death God, fiercely striking the enemy, penetrating the target's body and quickly exploding. The flammable agent flew out, burning and lting the target.
"Ah—!" Countless screams echoed, terrifying in the night. Even the ninjas' endurance was formidable, but they couldn't withstand the soul-crushing pain, rolling around desperately to extinguish the flas on their bodies. So companions rushed to help, trying to put out the flas on those hit, but the flammable agent splattered from being beaten, adhered to others, igniting them as well, more people rolled in agony.
Kaga ninja differ from Iga ninja; they lack understanding of these modern high-tech weapons. In panic, their attempts to assist instead led to being trapped; if they were Iga ninjas, they wouldn't make such elentary mistakes. By the ti they realized sothing was wrong, it was too late; nearly half were wounded on the ground, their shrill screams were unbearable.
Luo Zheng saw the effective results and didn't stop, continuing to search for targets, speaking through his earpiece, "Brothers, our task is to destroy the ninjas. The opportunity is right in front of us. I'm telling you all to aim and fire, kill the invaders!"
"Kill the invaders," Everyone responded quietly but fiercely, quickly searching for targets to shoot.
In the darkness, the lurking ninjas were ordered to charge, abandoning their guns for a suicidal attack. This made their charge faster. Luo Zheng coldly watched this scene and quickly locked onto a leader. Seeing the leader sprinting constantly with incredible speed, Luo Zheng blinked in surprise, realizing the leader was an expert. He quickly took a deep breath, focused his mind and steadied his breathing, locking onto the target.
The target quickly closed the distance to fifty ters, barely two hundred ters away from the group now. Luo Zheng finally caught the leader's running frequency and pattern, predicting the leader's next step, and swiftly pulled the trigger.
"Whew—!" The sniper bullet shot out of the chamber again, the crisp sound of the shell ejecting srizing, while the shrill of the bullet roaring out made others collapse. In his sniper scope, Luo Zheng clearly saw the target hit by the bullet, flying backward, a basketball-sized hole erging in the abdon, blood spurting, innards flying, impossible to survive. He secretly exhaled in relief.
At this mont, more ninjas were charging to the 100-ter caution line. Luo Zheng's eyes glead coldly, and he shouted, "Button bombs, throw them."
"Yes." Twenty snipers quickly put down their sniper rifles and threw the pre-prepared button bombs forward. Button bombs are small in size, can't be thrown far, but everyone stuck them onto handy objects like bricks and stones. Button bombs flew through the air, drawing death arcs, accurately landing around targets, producing explosive booms that rocketed targets within five to six ters radius away.
Originally there were only fifty-so enemies charging up. After this round of explosions, only half remained, ignited with true fury, knowing retreat ant death too, angrily charging forward. Barely fifty ters away, Luo Zheng's cold eyes flashed a trace of ridicule and he shouted, "Handguns, kill!"
"Bang bang bang!" Everyone pulled out the prepared handguns and fired. Fifty ters posed nearly no pressure for them, bullets aiming for the target's forehead, all sharpshooter snipers, experts at playing with guns. They began with three-point shooting, killing all charging ninjas on the ground.
Long-range attacks used sniper rifles, close-range first blasted with button bombs, then supplented with handguns. Everyone was familiar with Luo Zheng's strategies, ntally prepared, so they fought smoothly. The attacking ninjas having abandoned firearms, had no offensive capability before close quarters, leaving everyone free to shoot, resulting in an extraordinarily easy battle.
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