Strongest Soldier King Chapter 273 273

The flat wasteland was by no ans conducive to retreat. Perhaps the enemy had also realized this and instead of fleeing, they decided to seize the favorable terrain and engage in battle. Luo Zheng certainly wouldn't object. Ti was of the essence; the sooner they could secure the communication equipnt, the sooner he could establish contact with Lan Xue, reducing the danger. Through his headset, he ordered coldly, "Brothers, spread out, surround them, and don't forget you are the Ghosts. Your tactics must be elusive. Do not stay in one spot for more than a minute. Stand by at a distance of 800 ters and wait for my command."

"Understood." Everyone imdiately dispersed and moved to encircle the slope ahead.

A few minutes later, everyone was well-hidden at the 800-ter mark, calmly observing the slope ahead while reporting their positions and everything they saw to Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng, concealed in the snow, also observed through the sniper scope. The reflection from the snow, coupled with strong winds, made aiming difficult. At this distance, no one was confident, deeming it a safety line.

After observing for a while, Luo Zheng asked in a low voice, "Brothers, how many snipers does the enemy have?"

"There are two known ones," replied Zhou Gang first. After everyone else confird, Luo Zheng's chilly gaze continued through the sniper scope, scrutinizing the slope. The slope wasn't particularly large and was the highest terrain in the surrounding area, but still capable of hiding a few people. It was a desperate ground, a trap. Luo Zheng stated coldly, "The enemy intends to be back into a corner before reviving. We are the Ghosts—show your claws and tear the enemy apart. Free to snipe at will."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison. The 800-ter range made everyone uneasy, but with Luo Zheng's command, they executed without hesitation. No one objected. Luo Zheng also aid at a target; only a small part of a head was visible—hardly an easy aim, but he decisively pulled the trigger anyway.

"Whiz!" The bullet roared away, disappearing instantly.

Luo Zheng knew the shot wouldn't hit the target but wasn't disheartened. He continued to aim at the target. Not spotting a new target, he crawled forward ten ters and resud his search. Spotting half a head again, Luo Zheng fired again without hitting. After scaring the enemy to retreat, Luo Zheng spoke through the headset, "Brothers, fire when you see a target. It's okay if you don't hit; we'll scare them. If there's no target, crawl forward. Cover ten ters each ti and make successive assaults. Stand by at 500 ters."

"Understood." Everyone quickly grasped the situation, aiming and firing at targets. Each ti the targets were spooked and retreated, the group crawled forward ten ters, then fired again, repeating the process until they unwittingly reached the 500-ter line and stopped, waiting for commands.

By then, Luo Zheng had reached the 500-ter line. He was confident at this distance. He checked the wind speed—it was about a level five by now. This strong wind would give the bullet a greater arc, requiring precise calculations to hit the target. Without properly adjusted lead asures, hitting the target would be impossible. For the sake of the communication equipnt, Luo Zheng was ready to take a risk.

"Brothers, the presence of enemy snipers is uncertain, be cautious. Proceed with probing attacks, but do not exceed the 300-ter line," Luo Zheng instructed in a low voice through the headset.

"Understood." Everyone agreed and crawled forward while firing. Being snipers, they all had enough patience and stamina to strictly execute Luo Zheng's tactics.

Luo Zheng crawled to a distance of four hundred ters when a figure appeared in his sniper scope, prone on the ground with the muzzle forward, exposing the greater part of a steel helt. Without hesitation, Luo Zheng aid, calculated the wind speed, determined the lead, and decisively pulled the trigger. The bullet traced an arc, its sound masked by the wind.

Lying motionless on the ground, Luo Zheng, still holding his gun, noticed through the sniper scope that the bullet had hit the target at one side. The lead was absolutely sufficient; he was very confident in himself. Watching the snowflakes blown up by the wind curling in the air inside his sniper scope, he thought the irregular movent of the wind had altered the bullet's flight path. Calming down, he aid at the target and continued to shoot.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Three bullets flew in a line, screaming through the air like three deadly talismans. Luo Zheng's expression was as resolute as iron, his eyes cold and unyielding, his body motionless like a piece of wood, calmly observing through the sniper scope. He saw a bullet hit a helt, spattering a spray of blood, and a smile curved his lips.

"Tat, tat, tat!" The enemy on the hillside could no longer hold back their anxiety and began to spray bullets crazily forward. But the distance was too great, the wind too strong, and the reflection from the snow misled their judgnt, making their shots wildly inaccurate.

Luo Zheng watched the scene with cold detachnt, unswayed, his body statue-like, his arm holding the gun still as ever. He quietly lay in the snow, locking onto another target. He had used four bullets to kill the previous target, calculating precisely to succeed. He was unconcerned by the enemy's frantic shooting.

Aiming, calculating wind speed, lead, concentrating quietly, Luo Zheng's index finger slowly pressed on the trigger. In the sniper scope, a target was prone on the ground, shooting frenziedly with only the back of the head exposed. The bullets spat out like flas, the spectacle fierce. Luo Zheng patiently waited for his chance.

After a while, as the other side showed no intention of getting up or moving, continuing the barrage, Luo Zheng grew irritated and decided to force the opponent out. He switched his sniper rifle to single fire mode, aid at the target again and decisively shot. The bullet hit right in front of the enemy, startling him into scooping up his gun and running.

"Huh?" Exposing oneself on the battlefield ant certain death; everyone with battlefield experience knew this. Could it be a rookie? Luo Zheng thought, puzzled, but his hands did not stop. He quickly locked onto the target's lower back—a larger area with a higher hit rate and less lethal, inducing panic.

"Whoosh!" The bullet whizzed by, its formidable kinetic energy tearing through the air barrier, emitting a buzzing sound that made one shudder, and hitting the target almost instantly. However, the bullet hit an unexpected area.

In a flash, the man Luo Zheng saw through the sniper scope fell to the ground, clutching his buttocks. Luo Zheng couldn't help but think, could it be that he had hit the man's buttocks? He was clearly aiming for the lower back. Ah, this irregular wind..., Luo Zheng couldn't help but laugh and cry. A fine shot, and it ended up blasting the man's rear—what was that about?

"Tat, tat, tat!" The hillside erupted with even more, denser gunfire. Luo Zheng hurriedly composed himself, remaining serious. Whether it hit the rear or not, it wasn't intentional. Through the sniper scope, an enraged target was kneeling while shooting; Luo Zheng got fired up—the sheer audacity of exposing oneself, it was like seeking death. Well, he would oblige.

Aiming at the heart, Luo Zheng's face was determined and filled with anger. His arm holding the sniper rifle didn't move as he saw most of the bullets heading his way. His index finger swiftly moved to the trigger, his eyes full of chilling killing intent.