Shan Hu watched the Ghost Team deploy in an attack formation and roar off, with Luo Zheng acting as the spearhead, taking the lead, and the others following behind him, each maintaining a distance of about ten ters, forming an attack triangle. It looked as though hundreds of people were charging at the sa ti, which made him pause in surprise. Wasn't this a frontal assault formation? It didn't match the Ghost Team's usual style of operation.
Thinking this, Shan Hu observed carefully and found that the path of the people behind Luo Zheng was erratic and hard to pin down, overall resembling a triangle but zigzagging unpredictably. Even if confronted by a sniper, it would be difficult to discern a pattern. Once a shot was fired, the distance between each person was enough for them to react, making them as inscrutable as ghosts on the battlefield.
Realizing that their attack tactics were ghost-like, Shan Hu suddenly understood and couldn't help but laugh and concede.
The lead charger, Luo Zheng, wasn't considering so much; while running, he signaled to those behind him, directing their running path and pace. Due to the communication equipnt, Luo Zheng had to risk it all. Running along, he resembled a ghost traversing the snowy plane, with chaotic footprints marking the way.
At that mont, Luo Zheng saw the advantages of the vast snowfield, chasing wildly and noticing that the target was also desperately moving north. The pace was fast, with bloodstains often visible on the snow. Half an hour later, they ca upon a disorderly hillside in the distance. Luo Zheng signaled his people, who imdiately spread out in a V formation, charging forward like majestic eagles.
As they advanced, Luo Zheng felt sothing was off. He raised his hand high, signaling to stay put, and he also lay down, using his sniper scope to scan the hillside ahead. The footprints led up the hill, and with the hill's commanding height, it was unwise for the enemy not to position snipers there. It was absolutely risky to proceed recklessly.
After observing for a while and spotting no suspicious targets, Luo Zheng stayed alert for a while longer, then quickly made several hand signals. The two on the left and right flanks imdiately began to encircle the hill, rushing fast, while Luo Zheng stayed with the remaining two to back them up. If there was a sniper, as soon as they fired, everyone would respond with anti-sniper actions imdiately.
The people flanking were decoys, luring the enemy to reveal themselves, and it was also a deathtrap. If there really was a sniper and they didn't shoot, those flanking could gain favorable terrain to implent an anti-sniper strategy and cover Luo Zheng and the others as they charged up. The dual sniper forces, like alternating fire, left no one calm.
Soon, Luo Zheng saw a shadow in the snow on the hillside disappear in a flash; it must have been the enemy sniper retreating. Luo Zheng sneered, didn't move, and waited until his n charged up the opposite hillside and seized the high ground. Then, decisively, he signaled the two behind him to charge up, while he continued to provide sniper cover.
The two who ran up the hillside encountered no suspicious targets and waved their hands in a circle in the air. Luo Zheng rushed up and saw the ssy footprints in front, along with a solitary set that must have been left by the retreating enemy sniper. His expression serious, he instructed, "Advance with alternating covering tactics, rush along the footprints, hide at the three hundred ter mark, and provide covering fire."
"Understood," the two replied in unison, one ahead of the other, sprinting to the three-hundred-ter mark to swiftly seize advantageous terrain and take cover. Luo Zheng quickly signaled the brothers on the left and right to encircle, and he also charged forward, his expression as solemn as iron, his eyes blazing with fierce combat readiness.
After about half an hour of alternately covering and advancing, people on both sides desperately signaling again surrounded them. When enemy figures appeared ahead, Luo Zheng charged forward, concealed himself on a hillside, and carefully surveyed the valley in front of him using his sniper scope. There were people resting in the valley, just one resting, but there were six or seven others. Where had the rest gone?
At that mont, the resting person casually retreated with a bag on his back. Luo Zheng grew angry and gestured. Zhou Gang quickly jogged up, and Luo Zheng pointed to the hillside in front and said, "The terrain on the opposite hillside is higher than here, and the two slopes are no more than five hundred ters apart. There must be an ambush on the opposite slope. Rush down; before the enemy spots us, they won't dare to shoot. Once you reach the far slope, imdiately go into hiding and shoot that person."
"Understood," Zhou Gang replied, checking his weapon. He took a deep breath and charged down the slope like a cheetah. Three minutes later, sure enough, no one on the opposite hill fired. Zhou Gang breathed a sigh of relief, pounced to the ground in a tiger's leap, and calmly aid at the two people who had been resting.
Since the enemy was willing to sacrifice to lure them into a trap, it would be a pity not to take such a huge bait. As for the shotgun behind the bait, they would see if they dared to shoot. The Ghost Team were all snipers, and with Luo Zheng and Zhou Gang, there was no need to worry about their safety. This strategic dominance of the battlefield exhilarated Zhou Gang, boosting his adrenaline.
"Whoosh!" The bullet whistled away, and an excited Zhou Gang demonstrated exceptional skill. Despite the challenging conditions of windy four-grade cold and reflective snow light, making aiming nearly impossible, Zhou Gang still managed to hit the target's thigh from over four hundred thirty ters away. The target fell to the ground, and recalling Luo Zheng's advice, Zhou Gang instinctively pulled his head back.
"Whoosh!" A bullet whizzed past, nearly grazing Zhou Gang's helt and plunging into the ground. Zhou Gang touched his helt, relieved, and upon hearing another distinct sniper rifle shot, knew it was his comrade acting. Turning his head, he saw a dark figure, Golden Eagle-like, swooping down from the hillside at high speed and quickly hiding nearby—it was Luo Zheng.
"Captain?" Zhou Gang pointed at his headset.
Luo Zheng was startled, then realized he had been wearing Shan Hu's headset all along and had forgotten to use it. His recent wild living, coupled with his concern for Lan Xue, had caused this oversight. Thankfully, it hadn't led to a grave mistake. He quickly turned it on and heard everyone's voices inquiring about each other.
"Brothers, keep alternating cover and advance. The enemy sniper has been neutralized by . Everyone, move quickly. ng Zhu, go check the enemy sniper and see if there's anything we need," Luo Zheng ordered softly.
ng Zhu responded over the headset, and Luo Zheng rushed to the injured target, finding him critically wounded and close to death. The man had served as bait in a last effort to contribute, and for such a fearless soldier, Luo Zheng showed respect. He pulled out his pistol and ended the man's life with a single shot, then crouched down to search, but found no docunts or communication devices.
With no other option, Luo Zheng led the team forward. Minutes later, the circling ng Zhu reported back with no findings. After a little while, Liu Xun, who had circled to the other side, sent a ssage; they had spotted enemies ahead. Luo Zheng looked up and saw the terrain was flat, a vast barren plain, with a small hill two kiloters away—likely the enemy's hiding spot. He thought to himself, "Finally cornered."
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