"What's going on?" Lan Xue, hearing the gunfire, asked urgently.
Atop the mountain, Luo Zheng spotted the enemy opening fire. Without enough ti to snipe, he shouted quickly, "Ambush, take cover!" while swinging his gun to aim.
Ghost Hand, hearing Luo Zheng's shout, realized he had been targeted. If it hadn't been for the snow underfoot giving way, causing him to slip and dodge the bullet, he would have been dead. Standing up or moving forward ant certain death, so through gritted teeth, he rolled down the slope with the montum, quickly creating a blind spot beneath it. The shooter, having lost sight of Ghost Hand and realizing his own exposure, imdiately started to retreat, but it was already too late.
"Whiz whiz whiz!" Luo Zheng fired his gun, three sniper rifle shots resounded in succession, sending three bullets whistling in a straight line towards their target. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng spotted a probable target retreating back into the snow cave, unsure of where it would run next. To increase the hit success rate, Luo Zheng released three shots in one breath.
"Thud thud thud!" All three bullets buried into the snow without any sign of impact, and Luo Zheng had no idea if he had hit the target. He urgently called out through the headset, "Ghost Hand, report your status?"
"I'm fine, rolled down the slope." With his nerves still shaken, Ghost Hand steadied himself and responded promptly to Luo Zheng's inquiry while looking back up the slope. His face was ghostly pale, his scalp tingled, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat. The feeling of narrowly escaping death from the gunfire was devastating. He noticed the body of a Snow Bear not far away, motionless and clearly dead.
Ghost Hand crawled over, using hands and feet, and saw the enemy had been shot in the head and was certainly dead, bleeding profusely from several other gunshot wounds. After checking, Ghost Hand found a Bullet-Resistant Vest on the body. The close-distance shots were too powerful for the vest to stop, and the bullets had penetrated through it into the flesh, but those wounds weren't fatal. The fatal injury was to the head.
"Bastard." In anger, Ghost Hand gave the body a kick and then glared at the sky, flipping it the middle finger. The sun was shining brightly, and visibility was good. Ghost Hand believed that Arctic Bear Country could definitely see him through their satellite and sneered, taking the enemy's headset and listening for a while. There was silence, no one talking.
"Fuck!" Ghost Hand cursed coldly into the headset before swiftly destroying it and tossing it aside. Seeing that the enemy's thick coat was of good quality, he couldn't resist swapping it for his own, and imdiately felt much warr. He then picked up the enemy's weapon and ammunition and started climbing up the slope.
From the mountaintop, Luo Zheng watched coldly over two suspicious spots below: one was the spot from which the enemy ambushed Ghost Hand. After three shots, there was no movent there, and Luo Zheng could not determine if the enemy was dead or alive. The other was the spot where the attackers had been when he reached the summit, equally quiet without any signs of suspicion.
"Took out seven, three left. Everyone, stay sharp and be careful," said Luo Zheng. He was unaware that they had eliminated one Snow Bear in the first snow cave trap. Enduring the cold, his body was going numb from the freezing temperatures on the mountaintop, causing his speech to shake, but he had to hold on. The mountaintop was the highest point around and was crucial to hold.
"I've taken a coat from the enemy, and it's really warm. Brothers, I'm coming up," said Ghost Hand, excited. Having narrowly escaped death and now donned in a thick coat, his spirits soared, and his combat spirit was reignited.
"I've got one too, hehe, Captain, Lieutenant, Brother Mountain Eagle, sorry for the inconvenience." Snow Leopard, hiding in the snow cave, laughed proudly. After ambushing a Snow Bear, he also found a thick cotton-padded coat on the enemy's body and naturally didn't hesitate to take it. In this icy and snowy land, a thick coat was a lifesaver.
"Be careful and keep watching. There are still three enemies out there," Lan Xue reminded coldly.
"Yes," everyone quickly responded. Thinking of the enemy's endurance and gun skills, Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard did not dare to let their guard down and continued their observation.
The wind howled, snowflakes twirled and danced in the air, all was quiet around, ti slowly slipping away. Neither side had spotted the other, continuing the standoff. After consecutive ambushes on the enemy and notable successes, Luo Zheng and his n were greatly encouraged; they were in high spirits and far from impatient, despite the uncomfortable cold.
The remaining Snow Bear mbers, though well-equipped, were not worried about the cold. However, they grew irritable. The continual deaths made the survivors increasingly agitated. No one could remain calm after witnessing the consecutive loss of comrades unless they were cold-blooded or the dead had nothing to do with them.
Snow Bear was a tight-knit group, each mber deeply connected with the others. Seeing comrades die in this barren snowfield, while being powerless to help, infuriated the surviving mbers of Snow Bear. They longed for revenge, for a release of their rage. The colonel, too, was filled with anger. Upon learning that one of his n had been sacrificed, his mood turned foul. Fortunately, reason prevailed and he did not rush out. After making contact with headquarters via his headset, he said, "Headquarters, the position of four enemies is very clear, but one has not revealed himself. Have you found any suspicious locations?"
The one yet to reveal himself was Lan Xue. Lan Xue, like a sword hanging over the colonel's head, presented a formidable threat, forcing the colonel to stay put. The colonel had originally instructed his n to slowly toy with the opposition, but as soon as soone from the opposing side reached the top of the hill, the situation quickly shifted. A comrade on the slope was sniped, and another ambushed, resulting in two swift casualties on their side, putting them firmly on the defensive. It seed he had underestimated the enemy.
"Where exactly did we lose?" the colonel wondered with a pale, iron expression, eager to find his own flaws and turn the situation around. His mind repeatedly played back the events, searching for the misstep. The snow cave trap? The first ti was carelessness, but upon further reflection, the second ti was due to underestimating the enemy, overlooking their cunning and placing traps on the outer periter.
"What about afterward?" the colonel couldn't help but think of the sniped comrades. One was collecting the remnants of a fallen comrade. At that ti, everyone thought the enemy had retreated from the scene as before, rely leaving behind a trap. Such a mistake was inevitable and forgivable. But what about the second? He had already circled to another side of the slope but was shot dead inside the snow cave. What did that an?
Was it their own lack of caution that gave away their position, or was the enemy smarter, choosing to set up the ambush downwind? Maybe both. And what about the later ambush? A command error on his part? Yet, the enemy lay in wait two kiloters away, fearless of being counterattacked after revealing themselves, an audacious strategy that was admirable. What would have happened if he had decisively ordered a retreat instead of seeking revenge with a frontal assault?
In that mont, the colonel suddenly ca to a realization. He had been outmaneuvered from the start, his desire for revenge firmly grasped by the enemy, who set up an encircling trap for continuous ambushes. One wrong step led to a series of missteps.
"Anyway, there are still two n left. We can still make a fight of it." The colonel's expression slowly beca resolute, a determined murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
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