The cold wind howled, the snow-capped mountains undulated, a vast expanse of white, as if only white existed between heaven and earth, with no sign of life, desolate, expansive, silent. Only a single team was charging forward, howling like wolves on a hunt, aggressive in their stance.
On a mountain ridge, Luo Zheng calmly watched the advancing enemy, locking onto a target with the rank of Major. His face was as solemn as snow, eyes fixated in the sniper scope, feeling the wind speed, air humidity, and distance around him. After determining the sniper position, he did not hesitate to slowly and forcefully pull the trigger, which helped avoid force deviation moving the gun and affecting accuracy.
"Whew!" The sniper bullet whistled out, making a wailing sound like the cold wind, carrying Luo Zheng's anger and expectations as it charged, carving a terrifying death line in the void, and instantly hit the heart of the running target, sending the target flying, with a large spray of blood dancing in the air.
A target hit by the M99 had no chance of survival. The 12.7mm caliber could bisect a person. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw a large number of enemies gather around to check the target, blocking his view. He snorted coldly, quickly chambered another round, and started searching for other targets.
anwhile, Lan Xue and Mountain Eagle also made their moves. With the two's sniping prowess, and with the enemy no more than around fifteen hundred ters away, their shots would never miss. Luo Zheng did not worry, locking onto another target with the rank of Lieutenant, concentrating and calming himself, slowly sensing the running pattern of the enemy, judging the next step position.
Soon, Luo Zheng caught the running pattern of the enemy. Just as he was about to fire, he noticed the enemy suddenly stop, looking around. Luo Zheng quickly relaxed his arm muscles, not wasting bullets. Seeing the enemy lying prone on the spot, but as he was on higher ground, he could see half of the enemy's head. Luo Zheng quickly lowered the gun muzzle and locked onto the target again.
A fixed target posed even less pressure for Luo Zheng. The accumulated snow in front couldn't possibly obstruct the penetration of the sniper bullet, which could be ignored. After determining the enemy's position, Luo Zheng decisively fired.
"Whew!" The sniper bullet roared out of the barrel, making a sharp scream as it flew toward the target, tearing through the space barrier with the montum of devouring everything, like a Death God diving into the snow ahead, penetrating the enemy's head. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw a large mass of red and white explode, staining the surrounding blood-red, knowing he had been successful. He quickly switched to another target.
At this ti, the enemy also discovered their hiding positions and began firing back. Unfortunately, the distance was too great, and the incoming bullets posed no real threat. Everyone continued their concealed sniping, constantly shooting targets. The enemy all hid on the ground, blocked by the snow, making it difficult to see the ranks. Luo Zheng and others switched their targets to machine gunners. Ordinary rifle bullets had limited lethality, but not the machine gunners. Under intense fire, they occasionally couldn't lift their heads and had to be eliminated.
After a brief standoff, the enemy began splitting their forces, flanking on both sides and launching a frontal assault. Faced with this tactic, Luo Zheng had no better option and could only retreat. Once encircled, they would surely die. Upon command, everyone swiftly withdrew, scattering and running furiously.
Luo Zheng stayed at the back. He didn't rush to run but took out several button bombs, adjusting them to pressure-triggered state, and planted them around, covering them with a thin layer of snow before chasing after the others. They ran furiously, covering over a kiloter, when suddenly there was an explosion behind them. They couldn't help but slow down and look back—it ca from the mountain ridge where they had been sniping the enemy.
"Well done." Everyone knew it was a trap set by Luo Zheng, and they were overjoyed, cheering out loud.
"We can set a few more along the way," Lan Xue suggested.
"You guys run. I'll cover the rear," Luo Zheng shouted, took out ten or so button bombs, adjusted them to pressure-triggered state, looked around quickly, found suitable spots for planting. Luo Zheng's mine-laying technique was taught by Captain Lee, known as the Thunder King, precisely selecting spots where the enemy had to pass.
With the mine-laying completed, Luo Zheng looked back to see the pursuers closing in, his face hardened, and he dashed forward without delay, hearing gunshots behind him. He dared not waste ti looking back, charging forward, like a cheetah sprinting with ferocity, kicking up the obstructing snow with great force.
Before long, explosions rang out behind them. Luo Zheng knew the button bombs were working, but he didn't look back to check the results. He let go of his speed and continued rushing forward. Shortly after, another bomb went off. While running, Luo Zheng glanced back, noticing the enemy had stopped pursuing, cautiously sending scouts forward. He sneered, then turned his focus ahead, accelerating to catch up with Lan Xue and the others.
They ran at high speed all the way, reaching a slope, where they saw enemies flanking on both sides, not far away. They had no choice but to keep running, avoiding the risk of encirclent, still not daring to stop. They ran on, gasping heavily as the continuous high-speed running drained much of their energy.
After running for another ten-plus minutes, Luo Zheng glanced back and saw the pursuers had been left behind. He quickly signaled everyone to slow down, recover their strength first. Running like this any longer could harm their bodies. Inhaling large quantities of cold air could cause internal injuries.
The enemy might also be exhausted, slowing down their pace. Even with Luo Zheng and the others' stamina, they couldn't hold out much longer, and the pursuers certainly couldn't either. The gap between the two sides slowly widened, but Luo Zheng knew they couldn't lose the pursuers completely. He tested his earpiece, still couldn't communicate with the outside, unable to get information. Luo Zheng's face was heavy with contemplation.
"In another half an hour, we'll reach the Death Valley," Lan Xue reminded.
"Hmm, let's rest at the slope ahead," Luo Zheng pointed ahead and said.
They reached the slope, not daring to sit down imdiately, instead moving around on the spot to stabilize their blood circulation, while looking at Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng watched the direction of the pursuers. The enemies were still hanging behind, quite a distance away, but not showing any sign of leaving. Luo Zheng's expression grew even heavier as he said, "It seems they won't stop until they achieve their goal. Entering the Death Valley ans being surrounded. Are you sure?"
No one answered imdiately. They fell into deep thought. After a while, Ghost Hand said, "If we don't go to the Death Valley, they'll still chase us to death. It's getting dark. Instead of being chased aimlessly, we might as well find a place to fight them head-on. Even if we die, we can take a few down with us."
"Agreed. Fight a defensive battle in the valley. With the combat power of our five, plus enough ammunition, even if we die, we can wipe out most of the enemy force. A few hundred would be enough. Running like this won't lose them, and a stray bullet might kill , which is not worth it," said Snow Leopard.
"No more running, let's do it," Mountain Eagle said firmly.
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