Before coming here, Luo Zheng had heard that these tribal militants fought like madn. Even after seeing it with his own eyes, he still felt he underestimated their level of insanity. They charged straight forward without concealnt or evasion, as if there were no bullets or danger ahead. This reckless running in a straight line was extrely dangerous but allowed them to close the distance quickly and pose a threat to the adversary.
This life-risking tactic made Luo Zheng furrow his brow slightly, his expression growing colder. He quickly locked onto a guy holding a light machine gun and shot him away. He glanced at the magazine with bullets already pressed and quickly said to Madela, "You go to the left, Ghost Hand to the right, pincer formation, crossfire, hold them off for ."
"Yes." Madela, already impressed by Luo Zheng's abilities, did not mind Luo Zheng's orders and quickly agreed. He quickly grabbed his weapon and left, advancing about ten ters using rocks as cover and hiding behind a high-point rock, calmly watching the enemies running over.
The enemies were still so distance away, out of the rifle's lethal range. Madela waited patiently, glancing to the other side at Ghost Hand, who had already concealed himself and was placing grenades within reach, making final preparations before the battle. His expression was stern, eyebrows locked tightly, and his whole body exuded a trendous killing aura. Instantly, he sowhat understood why Huaxia Country was able to place in the global special forces competition. Such firm belief is beyond ordinary people.
Luo Zheng continued to shoot at the advancing enemies based on the battlefield sniping principles: officers were the first targets, then heavy fire, and then fierce soldiers. Three suspected leaders had been killed, two machine gunners had been taken down, and the enemies had reached the 500-ter line. Luo Zheng continued shooting without pause.
When the enemies rushed to the 300-ter line, Luo Zheng's shooting speed increased. At this distance, there was hardly any need to consider the adverse factors like wind speed affecting the sniping. He emptied a magazine in one go, taking down five front-running targets and swiftly reloaded.
At this mont, Ghost Hand and Madela, who had been holding back, suddenly opened fire in a pincer formation, unleashing a rapid volley of shots and swiftly taking down several advancing enemies. The sudden onslaught startled the enemies but only caused a montary panic as they continued to charge and return fire.
When 50 enemies reached the 300-ter line, less than half were left. After Luo Zheng emptied another magazine, he coldly put down the sniper rifle and quickly picked up a rifle to fire at the enemies. With the cover of rocks, the enemy's gun skills were diocre, nothing worth worrying about.
"Bang bang bang!" Bullets shot forward like continuous arrows, carrying Luo Zheng's full battle intent, precisely embedding into the foreheads of targets, each shot fatal. The enemies in the front quickly fell, five or six of them, while those behind continued to charge as if blind to it. Luo Zheng calmly continued firing, ejected casings bouncing off the gun chamber and landing on nearby rocks, making clear sounds like Death God's laughter.
Heavy murderous intent filled the void, the sll of blood drifted with the wind, bullets flew, mixed with the dying screams, creating a symphony of death, tragic yet solemn. The enemies on both sides were also firmly held back by Ghost Hand and Madela. By the ti they reached the 200-ter line, less than ten were left.
Yet, these ten seed unaware of their dead comrades, howling as they continued to charge wildly, firing indiscriminately. But they were quickly shot down outside the 100-ter line by Luo Zheng and the others, all killed in the blink of an eye. Luo Zheng coldly watched the battlefield, still seeing one or two barely alive enemies rolling in pain, his expression cold and indifferent. On this battlefield, it's either the enemy dies, or I perish; there's no room for sympathy.
Madela quickly returned, saying solemnly, "The enemy seems to be organizing another attack. I'll continue loading bullets for you. We'll use our old strategy, first sniping the enemy's heavy firepower and command, then launch a full counterattack. As long as the enemy doesn't exceed one hundred, the three of us can take them on."
"Mm." Luo Zheng responded noncommittally, coldly watching the enemy camp ahead. Indeed, a unit was assembling, soone was giving a speech, seemingly preparing for another attack. He communicated through the earpiece, "Ghost Hand, it's going to be hard for you, go collect so ammunition, especially grenades. Move fast."
"Understood." Ghost Hand responded, leaping out of cover like a cheetah and rushing to the battlefield. He quickly cleared the battlefield, picking up all the magazines by hand. The weapons of this group were the sa, so the bullets were interchangeable, saving a lot of trouble.
Luo Zheng then aid at the enemy leader giving the speech. Through the sniper scope, he could even see the target's grim expression, waving his hand to urge his subordinates. Luo Zheng quickly calculated the distance and wind speed, along with air density; different densities cause different friction affecting bullet trajectory. However, the wind was stronger now, making short-term calculations difficult.
Aid for a full minute, Luo Zheng still couldn't lock onto the sniper landing point, annoying him greatly. He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, focused, and cald, employing a family-borne breathing skill to ease his emotions. Gradually, he entered an ethereal sniping state. In this state, Luo Zheng no longer calculated related data, relying purely on intuition to aim at the target, finding the sniper impact point. This point wasn't on the target but where the bullet would travel, forming an arc under the influence of unfavorable factors like wind speed, air humidity, distance, and height difference, hitting a part of the body, the exact spot Luo Zheng intended to target.
"Whew!" A purely intuitive shot erupted, the bullet rged with Luo Zheng's full expectations, even draining all of Luo Zheng's energy. After firing this shot, Luo Zheng felt ntally fatigued, forcing himself to calm down. Looking through the sniper scope, he saw the target hit, knocked back, and a spray of blood burst into the void.
"Hoo!" Luo Zheng exhaled deeply, surprised to have hit it, instantly overjoyed. The previously exhausted mind seed suddenly rejuvenated, excitent surged as he continued to aim and fire at clustered targets. There was no need for precise aiming, the gathered enemies made it easy to hit the target regardless of the aim.
Madela, pressing bullets for Luo Zheng, witnessed this scene, again astounded by Luo Zheng's divine gun skills, face filled with shock, even forgetting to continue loading bullets, coldly watching ahead until Luo Zheng fired the second shot to react. Eyes full of admiration toward Luo Zheng, he secretly vowed never to beco an enemy of this man, knowing he'd be at a disadvantage.
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