In the valley, countless torches dispelled the night sky, brightening the surroundings completely. Six to seven hundred enemy troops arranged themselves in a triangular assault formation, advancing forward. The front and rear forces were spread wide apart, and the platoon leading the way was also arranged in a smaller triangle. Three squads advanced in a staggered formation, each squad spread out, closing the distance rapidly, maintaining a separation of approximately two hundred ters from the company behind.
Luo Zheng coldly watched an advancing platoon, less than forty strong, not taking it seriously. The Snow Leopard Team had ten mbers in total, with fortifications to rely on, each mber being able to hold their own against ten. Luo Zheng's icy gaze swept beyond the platoon, targeting the company closely following behind.
As the enemy drew closer to the three hundred-ter line, everyone loaded their bullets, readying themselves for battle. Luo Zheng silently calculated the distance, waiting for the enemy to approach the predetermined distance before roaring, "Brothers, aim carefully and fire! Xue Er, attack the enemy officers behind with , kill!"
"Boom boom boom!" Everyone opened fire, bullets tore through the darkness and surged forward. The streaks of fire resembled Death Sentences, emitting a dreadful whistling sound, instantly burying into the targets. Many of the thirty-sothing advancing enemies fell swiftly, dropping to the ground and raising their guns to counterattack.
Luo Zheng ignored these enemies, promptly targeting behind. By the glow of the fire, he spotted an officer shouting loudly, standing out conspicuously. Just as Luo Zheng was about to pull the trigger, he witnessed the officer's head suddenly explode through the sniper scope, red and white materials splattering, appearing bizarre under the torchlight.
"Huh?" Luo Zheng murmured, glancing over to see Lan Xue loading her bullets. He couldn't help but smile and swiftly aid again, continuing his search, locking onto another officer, a Captain, crawling on the ground, commanding his troops forward with wave gestures. Luo Zheng's icy face cracked a cold smile, aiming steadily.
In the sniper scope, the target was shouting sothing, waving his pistol, surrounded by enemies blocking the shot. Luo Zheng didn't move, patiently waiting. Soon, the target slowly rose, now's the ti. Luo Zheng aid at the target's chest, exhaled slowly, and held his breath, pulling the trigger gently when his breath was entirely out, capitalizing on the mont between breaths as the ideal ti to shoot, preventing hand shake.
"Whoosh!" The sniper bullet erupted from the barrel carrying Luo Zheng's endless hopes and fighting spirit, issuing a dreadful whistling sound, piercing through the night sky, brutally crashing into the target's chest. The target was like a person struck by a high-speed train, bodily flying backward, blood spurting madly, upon landing there appeared a huge bullet hole in the chest, nearly splitting in two, held together only by sinew and skin.
The Captain's body blew apart, the surrounding soldiers panicked, dropping to the ground, halting their charge. Luo Zheng swiftly scoped the battlefield, noting that the leading platoon had nearly dwindled, yet more enemies surged forward fiercely, rapidly. The concentrated firepower hit the sandbagged fortifications, penetrating into the bags without causing damage to those behind.
"Brothers, beat those bastards hard," Snow Leopard exclaid excitedly.
The response to Snow Leopard was the passionate shooting sounds. The enemies charged madly, fully exposed, each one a live target. Such a good opportunity couldn't be missed. However, the enemy was too nurous to kill completely, and they weren't pushovers either; realizing everyone was hiding behind fortifications, they aid at firing ports for countering, reducing firing chances as the enemy drew nearer.
Luo Zheng gauged the distance; firing continuously at this rate, it would take a few minutes to reach the two hundred ter line, feeling reassured, he continued scouting for officers. After eliminating three officers in one breath, Mountain Eagle's voice ca through his earpiece: "Need twenty more minutes to get into position, but can shoot at the rear forces, should we proceed?"
"Abort the shooting, regroup," Luo Zheng glanced in the direction of the enemy's rear troops, noting that most were wounded, deeming such targets aningless. He made a quick decision, continuing to find targets for elimination.
The battle was ferocious, with one side launching desperate assaults for survival, and the other side recklessly defending through the fortifications to complete their mission. But the distance between the two sides was narrowing. Luo Zheng swiftly scanned the battlefield, noting the enemy had entered within two hundred ters, but their numbers were not overwhelming, instantly shouting, "Hold on a little longer."
"Boom boom boom!" Luo Zheng was answered with everyone's gunshots. The battle escalated to the point where everyone lacked ti to respond or even think, with just one thought lingering in mind: aim, fire, aim again, fire again. This brutal training in ordinary tis showed its full potential at this mont.
Pinpoint shooting, rapid aiming, steady performance. This full display blocked the enemies firmly. Underneath the night sky, soldiers wore ice-cold faces, their eyes sharp, swiftly loading another magazine after emptying one. On the battlefield, it was either kill or be killed. To survive, one must eliminate the enemy.
"Kill!" Soone bellowed aloud, venting their excitent and tension, the gun in their hand felt like a fierce tiger continuously extending its claws toward the enemy, ejected shells bouncing out of the chamber, issuing crisp sounds, and smoldering smoke rising after landing, resembling dancing Elves in the night.
"Boom boom boom!" Each controlled burst carried the soldiers' fury and killing intent, precisely knocking down rushing targets, swallowing their lives.
The battle was extrely intense, suddenly a Rocket whistled from the night, carrying a terrifying aura of death, drawing a bizarre shockwave in the sky, rcilessly landing on a fortification, issuing a cold, furious roar, red light exploded, instantly destroying the fortification, swallowing a soldier's life, body blown, blood raining down.
"Da Pingzi?" Snow Leopard gazed at the scene, eyes red with rage, emitting a anguishing roar: "Damn you, bastard, kill—!" Furious Snow Leopard adjusted his gun to automatic fire mode, unleashing a torrent of firepower, filled with endless rage.
"Kill!" Everyone echoed with a day-long roar, disregarding the enemy's bullets, counterattacking relentlessly, as if their killing intent kindled the night sky, burning ferociously, converting into boundless strength, quickly pulling the trigger, sending forth bullets of vengeance.
Luo Zheng, face icy with hatred, watched his brethren perish tragically, eyes turning red. He swiftly set aside the sniper rifle and picked up the pre-prepared Type 95 assault rifle, glaring fiercely at the surging enemies, rapidly pulling the trigger, lips pressed tightly like knife edges, eyes sharp as swords, unleashing his full circle of hatred.
"Brothers, avenge Da Pingzi, kill!" Snow Leopard roared loudly.
"Kill—!" Everyone shouted collectively.
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