Night descended, the icy wind howled past, within the white snowy gorge, a figure wrapped in a white cloak, adorned with two ammo chains, holding an M249 light machine gun in hand. This gun uses 5.56mm caliber bullets, with a firing speed of 915 ters per second; the gas regulator on the exhaust port can alter the gas flow to adjust to a theoretical rate of 750 or 1000 rounds per minute, ensuring smooth operation in cold weather or when the firearm is extrely dirty, capable of penetrating a bulletproof helt from 1200m, fulfilling the firepower needs of infantry squads and platoons.
This is a weapon beloved by gunn, who are heavy weapon operators in battle squads, handling machine guns, individual rockets, individual missiles, individual anti-aircraft weapons, etc. Compared to assault soldiers, their training emphasizes load-bearing endurance and heavy weapon operation knowledge.
Luo Zheng's entire body tensed, like a leopard brimming with power, ready at any mont to deliver a fatal strike to his prey. His gaze, in a seemingly casual manner, swept over the towering, bull-like enemy, noticing that the opponent rely swung at the bushes casually, muttering sothing to vent his displeasure, not truly having discovered Luo Zheng. Feeling a sense of relief, Luo Zheng dared not be careless, desperately controlling his urge to rise and strike, patiently waiting.
Not long after, this person muttered sothing softly as he walked forward. After he had walked five or six ters away, Luo Zheng slowly exhaled the turbid air from his body and took a deep breath. The fresh air flooded into his body, the abundance of oxygen instantly relaxing him greatly, and his brain, muddled due to lack of oxygen, cleared sowhat.
Soon, more people arrived but maintained a distance of five or six ters from Luo Zheng. Subsequently, individuals continued to co, all choosing new routes, with no one repeating the path taken by prior people. This granted Luo Zheng more security as he silently lay in ambush within the bushes, quietly counting each person who passed.
Unnoticed, the last person approached slowly, actually holding a Barrett M90 sniper rifle. This gun, with a net weight of approximately ten kilograms when empty, a total length of 1143 milliters, uses .50 caliber bullets, with a muzzle velocity of 854 ters per second, an effective range of about 1800 ters, and a maximum range of 6800 ters, utilizing five-round feeding.
During marches, snipers are generally positioned at the rear of the squad. Luo Zheng's eyes glowed upon seeing the gun nestled in the arms of this person, silently rejoicing at his decision to proactively strike for it. Killing the owner to seize the gun would double his combat power, and the gun's long range makes it an excellent ambush weapon. Filled with delight, Luo Zheng slowly put down his gun, and with a backhand grip grabbed the Tiger Teeth military knife, his icy eyes focused coldly on the ever-nearing target.
The target's route happened to pass near the bushes where Luo Zheng lay hidden. Luo Zheng's entire body tensed up, poised like a leopard in ambush, watching the encroaching target with frosty eyes slightly narrowed to a dangerous, needle-like slit, holding in his murderous intent with gravitational force, adjusting his breathing and patiently waiting.
Soon, the target ca closer, barely two ters away from Luo Zheng, unaware of the lurking danger nearby. Perhaps due to the nine others who had passed through this area, the target paid little attention to his surroundings, instead observing the slopes on both sides with quiet vigilance.
Opportunities are fleeting. As the target passed by Luo Zheng's side, revealing his back, Luo Zheng knew the optimal mont had arrived. Attacking from the front poses the risk of resistance, while a rear assault requires the target to turn around to fight back. Turning around takes ti, a brief period almost negligible, yet significant enough on the battlefield, in the eyes of a master, to kill the opponent.
Luo Zheng sharply pushed off with his foot, his body darting forward like a striking leopard, the military dagger gripped in reverse sweeping towards the target's neck like a venomous snake flashing its fangs, as swift as a teor, tracing a shadow of death in the Void.
Realizing the threat, the target's face turned aghast, instinctively lunging to the side due to innate reaction, yet this motion fell within Luo Zheng's calculations. Snipers possess exceptionally fast reflexes and extraordinary physical coordination. As a fellow sniper, Luo Zheng understood the target's strengths clearly, pursuing like a shadow.
In the blink of an eye, the target fell to the ground, displaying an alarming level of reaction, yet Luo Zheng's speed overca, heavily pressing onto the opponent, clamping a hand on the target's neck. The back-grip military knife swiftly slashed across the target's throat, ignoring the panic in his eyes, brute force carving a blood arrow in arc.
The razor-sharp Tiger Teeth military knife easily penetrated the target's throat, creating a deep gash. Large amounts of air poured into the trachea and esophagus, nullifying the target's attempts to shout warnings, severed by the knife, not allowing a single utterance as blood gushed forth.
The enemy displayed resilience, not imdiately succumbing but instead struggling with all limbs. Luo Zheng firmly suppressed the opponent, forcibly expanding the neck wound, causing blood to flow back into the lungs, inciting respiratory failure, drastically reducing the struggling strength.
Before long, the target's body stilled, eyes wide, filled with endless confusion and fear, dead without closure. Luo Zheng confird the opponent's death and exhaled silently, quickly glanced back, seeing that the other enemies had moved far away, unaware of the demise of the final target. Luo Zheng swiftly picked up the target's sniper rifle, emptied all the bullets.
With sniper rifle in hand, Luo Zheng's confidence surged, preparing to leave when suddenly inspired, he unwrapped the scarf from the opponent's neck, wearing it on his own, both to shield from wind and to masquerade as the target. Upon inspection, Luo Zheng found the white cloak on the opponent similar to his own, with the attire underneath resembling camouflage combat gear, not differing much. Unraveling layers, discovering a bullet-resistant vest, greatly elated.
Luo Zheng dragged the target to the bushes, removed the bullet-resistant vest to wear it, donned the opponent's combat gear, put on the headgear, adorned the cloak, checked the opponent's military bag, confiscated all useful materials, hid the corpse, then disguised as an enemy sniper, heading toward the direction the enemies proceeded.
Exteriorly, Luo Zheng resembled the target closely, the white cloak encased his head and body entirely, a scarf wrapped around his neck, a sniper rifle in hand, difficult to distinguish up close. Luo Zheng sped his pace in pursuit while checking the sniper rifle, loaded the bullets, took out the opponent's confiscated pistol, fitted with suppressor.
Approximately ten minutes later, Luo Zheng spotted a target, cautiously walking ahead, soon glancing back, noticing Luo Zheng following. Assuming Luo Zheng was an ally, the target paid little attention, continued forward. Seeing the successful deception, Luo Zheng rejoiced internally, quickening his steps, the murderous intent within him intensified.
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