The enemy's two accurate sniping attempts made Luo Zheng even more cautious. He limbered up his body, forcing himself to stay calm, and then lay in ambush in an inconspicuous spot, continuing to search for the target through his sniper scope. Not taking out the opposing sniper would lead to dire consequences. At this mont, Shan Hu's gun also sounded, firing sowhat indiscriminately, but in the absence of a confird location for the target, such attacks were a necessary evil.
ng Zhu also opened fire on suspected targets, three shots in rapid succession. After firing, he imdiately changed sniping positions, smoothly and quickly; with the abundant cover provided by bizarre rocks, safety wasn't a major concern. Luo Zheng watched the battlefield intently, not firing a single shot, waiting for the right mont. The battlefield before him was dead quiet, as if deserted.
After emptying a magazine, Shan Hu took cover to reload. He called out, "Brother, the enemy is hiding deep, preferring death over exposing their position. This battle is tough. Any ideas?"
"Ten o'clock direction, four hundred ters, fire," Luo Zheng ordered in a low voice.
Hearing Shan Hu's gunfire, Luo Zheng stared fixedly at the area, only to see bullets pattering into the snow without discerning any suspicious targets. Luo Zheng did not give up and continued his search, shouting, "Shan Hu, brother, one o'clock direction, three hundred fifty ters."
Shan Hu directed his firepower toward another direction for reconnaissance, but Luo Zheng's gun barrel remained still, continuing to monitor the original position. Considering the two sniping attempts, the likelihood that the enemy sniper was hiding in that direction was very high. Having Shan Hu shoot was a feint, to shake the enemy up. With the enemy not moving, Luo Zheng directed Shan Hu to switch his attacks elsewhere, to confuse the target. Spotting sothing loosening on a flat expanse of snow, Luo Zheng smiled, locked onto the target, and called out, "ng Zhu, ten o'clock direction, three hundred eight-nine ters, wait for my command."
"Understood." After several position changes, ng Zhu ended up only five or six ters from Luo Zheng, close enough to hear shouts easily. Upon hearing the tip-off, ng Zhu imdiately sought the target and quickly spotted sothing suspicious.
By then, Luo Zheng, through his sniper scope, had spotted a small black dot erging from the snow. Soon after, a face appeared in view, or rather half a face, as most of it was obscured by a white mask, with only a small part hidden behind snow goggles. If it weren't for the sniper scope, it would have been impossible to see clearly.
"Do you see the target?" Luo Zheng asked coolly and softly.
"Got it," ng Zhu responded calmly.
"Good, get ready. I'll take the left, you take the right. Three shots in a burst. Ready, fire," Luo Zheng commanded deliberately, his icy aura of murder soaring into the sky, resonating with the snowflakes swirling in the air, exploding with an overwhelming intent for battle that enveloped the target. Three bullets tore through the frozen world in a straight line, carrying an unstoppable force as they rolled forward, the sonic boom like the Death God laughing.
"Whizz, whizz, whizz!" Almost at the sa ti, three more sniper bullets whistled away, seemingly to shatter the ice-bound world. It seed as if everything quieted down, every person drawn to the successive shots of the sniper rifle.
The sniper is the Death God on the battlefield, a single bullet sufficient to change a person's fate, no need to waste bullets on additional shots. The terrifying sound of six sniper rifles firing simultaneously, and nearly in unison, left everyone bewildered and shocked, looking over to see who was treating the sniper rifle like a machine gun.
Soon, everyone saw on the flat snowfield, a body lay still, motionless, surrounded by blood-stained snow. Luo Zheng looked on in slight surprise; although uncertain which bullet had hit the target, the enemy was finally dead. Without the sniper, the threat was much reduced.
"Nicely done." Shan Hu shouted excitedly as the appearance of the enemy had brought an inexplicable pressure. Having taken out the enemy's sniper, Shan Hu's spirits were greatly lifted, and he called out with a grin, "It's the first ti I've seen a sniper rifle used as a rifle. This tactic isn't bad, brothers, you can follow suit and kill these bastards."
Luo Zheng couldn't hear everyone's responses, but he could imagine their feelings. Having killed the opposing sniper, Luo Zheng relaxed. Under the guns of the sniper-ford Ghost Team, even if the enemy was the terrifying Mysterious Army with fierce combat strength, Luo Zheng had the confidence to hold them off for a while.
"Whizz, whizz, whizz!" Gunshots rang out incessantly from both sides, obviously as other people opened fire upon detecting suspicious targets. Luo Zheng quickly climbed on top of a rock and, looking through the sniper scope, spotted people frantically retreating. In the snowstorm, it was like an old wolf driven out of the pack, filled with loneliness, rage, and helplessness, while two lines of fire were suppressing, covering for them.
After observing for a bit, Luo Zheng noted the distance was over six hundred ters. If it were a clear day and the shooting conditions were good, he was confident he could take them down. Under the current circumstances, it would only be a waste of bullets, so he didn't bother shooting and continued to search for enemies within his field of fire. This group of enemies was very peculiar, able to disappear on the open snowfield in an instant and approaching silently; they were not easy to deal with.
Shan Hu leaned behind a rock to change his magazine and called out generally, "Brother, it looks like the enemy is retreating. Do you have any thoughts?"
"Hold our ground," Luo Zheng whispered firmly. "Tell the brothers to change their sniping positions, absolutely do not expose themselves, and more importantly, do not pursue. Be cautious of tricks." He maintained his surveillance of the visible snowfield, not overlooking any detail. Before long, Luo Zheng noticed a new mound of snow about three hundred ters away.
Luo Zheng had a habit of morizing the terrain before the fight started, helpful for quickly finding cover when attacking, and also knowing escape routes in case of a retreat. He distinctly rembered that there was no snow mound at that spot but rather a hollow. At the ti, ng Zhu went to plant mines, and Luo Zheng wanted to remind him, but considering they were too close, he decided not to.
It was precisely because of this that Luo Zheng trusted his judgnt. After observing for a while and not spotting anything suspicious, he still couldn't shake off a feeling of unease and shouted, "ng Zhu, Brother Shan Hu, at twelve o'clock, three hundred ters, I'll fire first to indicate the position. If you spot anything, open fire imdiately."
"Understood." Shan Hu and ng Zhu responded.
Luo Zheng ejected the current bullet, took out a tracer round from his bag, and loaded it. After firing, a tracer round creates a bright trail; at night, it can not only kill the enemy but also indicate direction. During the day, its effectiveness isn't great, but it's better than nothing. The enemy's hiding spot was very good, making them hard to spot and even harder to describe with precise coordinates. Luo Zheng worried that the others might mistake the location, so after changing the bullet, he quickly aid.
"Are you ready?" Luo Zheng called out coldly.
"Ready," Shan Hu and ng Zhu answered in unison, a chilling killing intent bursting forth.
Luo Zheng's eyes hardened as he aid at the target location, his index finger quickly pulling the trigger. "Whizz!" The tracer bullet whistled away, drawing a visible bright trail to the naked eye, roaring as it pounced on the target.
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