Under Luo Zheng's influence, the Fourth Squadron emphasizes speed and shooting. Every mber of the Mountain Eagle Team is a sniper; their gun skills are impeccable, and they run very fast. If they unleash their speed, the enemies behind absolutely can't keep up. But to attract the enemy's attention, they have to slow down a bit, firing shots, channeling hatred into the bullets, skillfully and calmly shooting, harvesting the lives of the enemy.
A bizarre scenario unfolded under the night sky; thousands pursued densely, but so would die under the guns of those pursued. anwhile, the pursued continued to run as if unhard, gradually widening the gap. In the dusky night, only a faint dot could be seen.
The pursuers mainly consisted of the Mountain Division, regular troops without night vision devices or binoculars, relying solely on the Snow Wolf and rcenaries to observe position through sniper scopes and provide guidance. Otherwise, they would've lost track of their prey long ago. This wasn't only infuriating the pursuing troops but also angering the rcenaries and the Snow Bear Special Forces. Around two to three hundred, mostly Snow Bear, swiftly broke away from the regular troops, accelerated forward.
Without the obstruction of regular troops, these individuals' speed clearly increased significantly. Luo Zheng, firing back at the enemy, noticed this situation, his brows furrowed, snorted coldly, and shouted, "Brothers, Snow Bear is pursuing us. Everyone speed up. Ahead is a mountain slope; seize the favorable terrain to strike!"
"Yes!" Everyone shouted excitedly, not taking the pursuers seriously.
They charged forward like tigers, quickly reaching the front slope, scattered to find hiding spots, forming a circular defense. They set up sniper rifles aid forward, removed the night vision devices, concentrated, cald, and sharply observed through the sniper scopes, locking onto targets.
Five hundred ters, four hundred ters, Luo Zheng calmly watched ahead, his tiger-like brows furrowed, calculating enemy distance. The sky was grisly overcast; the sniper scope couldn't observe far. As the enemy entered the three-hundred-ter range, Luo Zheng coolly said, "Incendiary bomb, only snipe, fire!" He swiftly pulled the trigger.
"Whizz!" A sniper rifle shot pierced the silent night sky. The shell jumped out, flipping in the air like a dancing elf, emitting a crisp chant, elegantly landing on the ground. anwhile, the bullet head, carrying an aura of ripping through everything, shrieked in the night, forming a terrifying wave of energy instantaneously entering a target's chest and exiting from the back, causing a large spray of blood to bloom like a ghastly ghost flower, extraordinarily eerie.
This ti it was a standard sniper bullet, its penetration exceptionally strong. After Luo Zheng used the last sniper bullet, he promptly switched to an incendiary bomb to aim again, realizing soone had already hit the target with an incendiary bomb. The target fell to the ground, igniting but didn't utter a painful cry, worthy of being a Snow Bear, their willpower comndable, living up to the na Snow Bear.
Luo Zheng snorted coldly, swiftly aid again, noticing more enemies spreading out, flanking towards them. Unmoved, he quickly aid at a tall target, looking like a striker. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng identified him as a Black man, likely a rcenary, not requiring politeness with such people.
A soldier defends the nation with no regard for borders, worthy of respect, but these rcenaries are different, with no distinction of country, no faith, no stance, rely selling lives for money. Whoever pays, they sell to. Luo Zheng swiftly aid and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Whizz—!" The incendiary bomb roared away, trailing a terrifying tail fla through the night sky, sneering like the Death God, ferociously crashing into the target's chest. The chest target is large, easy to hit; the incendiary bomb's penetration is not as strong as a standard sniper bullet. From three hundred ters out, it can't penetrate the bullet-resistant vest and the tactical bullet-proof vest's chest armor. However, the fearful flammable agent exploded instantly, clinging to the target, rapidly burning.
A target touched by the flammable agent is unlikely to survive; the prolonged death and scorching pain intolerable to humans. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw the target fall and roll on the ground; soone imdiately approached to help extinguish the fire, but to no avail.
After consecutively killing two enemies, Luo Zheng quickly scanned the battlefield, realizing the enemy had all hidden, ready to counterattack. Luo Zheng snorted coldly and quietly shouted, "Brothers, retreat!"
Everyone heard Luo Zheng's command clearly via their earpieces, quietly affirming, swiftly packing up, turning away from the mountain ridge, following Shadow, sprinting forward, each resembling hungry wolves suited for night-ti raids, moving swiftly and forcefully, quickly vanishing into the night.
Enemies sniping and hiding realized sothing was wrong, standing up and chasing forward fiercely. A Snow Bear unit mber hurriedly ran with a single-soldier radio to a Squad Leader's side, the Squad Leader comprehensively picked up the phone and asked, "It's , who's this?"
"Squad Leader, the commander was injured in an explosion, just woke up, strictly orders you to kill these enemies to avenge the brothers. Another support unit is advancing, Snow Bear's honor lies with you." Soone shouted angrily on the phone.
"Yes." The Squad Leader roared, eyes full of furious flas, quickly hanging up and coldly looking at the advancing Snow Bear Squadron and the hired people, pausing internally, then gazed at the closely pursuing Mountain Division. He shouted to the communication soldier, "You go, tell the officer their n, military honor requires life to defend, not slow jogging in fear of death, speed up."
"Yes!" The communication soldier shouted, turning and hurrying away.
A rcenary with a thick beard approached, coldly looking at the Squad Leader and said, "The opponent only has fourteen n; with their speed, they can entirely escape us. I suspect there's a conspiracy here, should we proceed cautiously?"
"If you're afraid to die, don't chase, go back." The Squad Leader shouted displeased, glaring coldly at him, then looked at the advancing Snow Bear Special Forces, continuing, "This headquarters was attacked, suffered heavy losses, the commander severely injured; this is a disgrace for the entire Snow Bear. If revenge isn't sought, what face do we have in this world? National disgrace must be washed with enemy blood; this is the difference between us regulars and you rcenaries."
"Up to you, we're not accompanying." The rcenary said coldly, not intimidated by the Squad Leader.
"You better watch it? Working for money, if I hear such words again, don't bla for being ruthless." The Squad Leader's face turned cold, drinking coldly, aiming the gun at the rcenary.
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