The cold wind carried snowflakes that danced wildly in the air, swirling and obstructing visibility. Luo Zheng faced the barrage of incoming bullets without moving. On the battlefield, panic often leads to death. Calm and focused, he aid and pulled the trigger. Killing the enemy first was his only chance at survival. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng could clearly see his target's ferocious face, angry eyes, and wide-open mouth, as if yelling sothing.
The swirling snowflakes obscured not only his adversary's vision but also Luo Zheng's. The wind blew erratically, so Luo Zheng's index finger on the trigger remained still; instead, he continued to wait. The enemy was over four hundred ters away. In such adverse weather, bullet accuracy was poor, and lying flat on the ground reduced the chances of being hit significantly. Luo Zheng was gambling, betting his life on an opportunity to strike.
Soon, the target finished a magazine and quickly replaced it, still in a kneeling position, not lying down. This arrogant behavior infuriated Luo Zheng, who found it disdainful. He switched his sniper rifle to burst mode, calculated the firing position, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo!" Three bullets whistled out in a triangular pattern. Each one aid not directly at the target but at the areas to the left and right of the target and above the head. The wind was too strong and irregular, making it difficult to predict the bullet's path. He could only estimate approximately, and the rest was up to luck.
"Pfft." A stream of blood spurted out. Luo Zheng, looking through the sniper scope, realized he was lucky. One bullet had hit the target's heart, a fatal shot with no chance of survival. Luo Zheng wasn't sure which shot had hit, but he grasped a pattern and was overjoyed.
Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng searched for more targets but saw no one on the slope ahead. Surprised, he softly spoke through the headset, "Brothers, report your results."
Soon, the others reported their kills. Together, they had taken down three n. Adding his own recent kill, that made six. The enemy, even if they had reinforcents, could not be many. Luo Zheng calmly commanded, "On my command, gather at my location as quickly as possible."
"Yes." Everyone acknowledged and quickly sprang into action.
Luo Zheng remained motionless, continuing to scan the slope ahead. The battlefield was no child's play; a single oversight could an death. Unsure of the enemy's position, Luo Zheng acted as cautiously as possible. After a while, everyone had arrived, lying in ambush, guns aid at the slope ahead.
"Brothers," Luo Zheng said calmly, "the enemy situation is unclear, rashly charging is suicidal. Gangzi and I will take the front, Xunzi and Binzi cover the left, Yuanzi and Zhu take the right. We'll advance in a reversed triangle formation, switching cover fire between groups every ten ters. Everyone, be careful, and spread out left and right."
"Understood." Everyone responded.
After waiting a few minutes and the teams had spread out, Luo Zheng glanced at Zhou Gang twenty ters away. Zhou Gang nodded. Instantly, Luo Zheng rose from the ground, crouched low and charged forward like a hungry wolf. In the blink of an eye, under the cover of the wind and snow, he surged forward ten ters, dived to the ground, and aid his gun forward, remaining perfectly still.
Zhou Gang saw that Luo Zheng was ready to provide cover and imdiately sprinted forward, running in the Bullet Avoidance Steps and bending low. His speed was very fast. After Zhou Gang had crossed about ten ters ahead and concealed himself, Luo Zheng noticed that his speed had significantly increased compared to before, clearly the result of several months of intense training, which brought a smile to Luo Zheng's face as he picked up his gun and continued to push forward.
The two n from the team alternated covering each other, with the six-man squad advancing in a reverse triangle formation. Each team could also provide fire support to one another. All were well-trained snipers who knew exactly what to do. In the blizzard, each of them moved silently like hungry wolves stalking their prey on the slope. Once a target was spotted, they could unleash a ferocious killing intent, tearing their prey to shreds without hesitation.
During the advance, everyone held their sniper rifles at the ready on their shoulders, peering through the sniper scopes to scout every suspicious area on the hillside ahead. Their gazes had grown even sharper, life or death hanging on the balance, and no one dared to take it lightly. At about a hundred ters from the hillside, at Luo Zheng's command, everyone stopped, lay prone on the ground, and calmly scanned the hillside.
"Everyone stay put and listen to our commands. Provide sniper cover; I'll go take a look," Luo Zheng commanded coldly. His orders traveled through space, reaching everyone's earpieces. Without waiting for a response, Luo Zheng, bending low, sprinted forward through the snowstorm like a Wolf King leading a hunt.
"What incredible speed." At that mont, mbers of the Ghost Team suddenly realized Luo Zheng was faster than ever. After three months of intense training running in the sea, although he still couldn't completely ignore the resistance of the water, it hardly affected him anymore. If he could run like an arrow flying through water, his speed on land was naturally much faster.
While running, Luo Zheng was highly alert, his body tensed, speeding forward, all the while performing irregular Bullet Avoidance Steps. With only one life, Luo Zheng dared not treat it lightly; he covered the hundred or so ters in about ten seconds. If it had been a straight run, it would have taken even less ti.
In one breath, he reached the bottom of the slope. Luo Zheng looked up warily but didn't spot any suspicious targets. He quickly climbed up the slope, which was not very high, protruding just over ten ters from the ground. Luo Zheng leaped up in a few bounds and hid behind a slightly protruding mound of earth to calmly observe the surroundings.
The hillside was small and everything on it was visible at a glance. Around him lay five bodies, and another person was on the ground, moaning in pain, unable to move and clearly not long for this world. Luo Zheng quickly rushed up. The man saw Luo Zheng approaching and his helpless gaze was filled with hope, hoping Luo Zheng would finish him off and end his suffering completely.
Luo Zheng glanced at him; the man had been shot in the buttocks, the bullet traveling upward and shredding his internal organs. Suddenly recalling his own accidental shot from before, Luo Zheng coldly crouched down and said, "Where are the docunts? I'll make it quick."
The man didn't speak but simply closed his eyes. In military confrontations fought for their countries, there was no personal animosity, and dying in battle was only a matter of capability, not sothing to bla on others. Out of respect between soldiers, Luo Zheng did not interrogate or humiliate the man. Instead, he pulled out the pistol holstered on his leg and ended the man's life. Then, he quickly began to search.
After searching, he didn't find any usable communication devices, but his eye caught a civilian-clad man with a bullet wound in his neck, already dead. Luo Zheng quickly rushed over and turned over the body. Underneath was a docunt bag. Luo Zheng picked it up to see that it was marked "top secret." Guessing that it was what Shan Hu and the others were looking for, he didn't dare to open it. He patted down the man's body, found a mobile phone with a signal, and was overjoyed.
Suddenly, Luo Zheng felt sothing was off. Turning his head, he saw about a dozen people charging towards him in an attack formation, ferocious and closing in, barely five to six hundred ters away. Luo Zheng's expression turned cold, thinking it might be enemy reinforcents. He quickly grabbed the mobile phone and docunt bag and retreated swiftly downhill.
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