Volume VIII, Chapter 10, Sniping

The fat man, with his gun in his hand, bent over and galloping through the traffic trenches leading to the front of the position.

The gun is a Chackner military MT-2060II light sniper rifle with a silent and effective range of three kilometers, using a mixture of rounds, which can be fired in bursts, with a rate of fire of six rounds per second when firing continuously, and is equipped with a special electronic sight.

The original owner of the gun was mortally wounded, and when Nash took the fat man to the position and found the gun, it was lying quietly next to a skinny Sergeant Chakner. The sergeant lay in the combined medical cabin, clutching his gun even though his entire lower abdomen had been blown through by shrapnel.

The fat man saw the skinny sniper's eyes as Nash spoke to him and picked up his gun. It's hard to describe what those deep and clear eyes mean. Expectation, or inquiry, or reluctance and scrutiny. It wasn't until the fat man nodded vigorously and whispered something in his ear that the sergeant grabbed the gun's hand and slowly let go.

The gun was well tuned, and the fat man knew as soon as he got his hands on it that this was a good sniper's weapon. Careful maintenance and debugging make every part of the gun run in so well, so strong, and reassuring.

In the sky, it was the sound of a series of trains entering the tunnel.

The fat man rolled into the traffic trench with a bang. in the corner. A deafening explosion sounded not far away, and a piece of mecha wreckage was blown up into the air, rolling down and smashing to the ground, making a dull impact and kicking up a cloud of dust. The violent vibration shook the fat man's ears and made his chest hurt when he was clinging to the ground.

Lift up the dirt and sand in the air, like a drizzle. It fell like a fall, hitting the ground with a series of fine, dense sounds. The fat man rolled over and got up, shook his head, shook off the slag at one end, and continued to run towards the front of the position.

The blast shelter on the traffic trench has been blown up. Gotta be in tatters. The sunlight penetrated into the trench, spilling a mottled cloud of gunsmoke.

When the fat man walked through the broken sunlight, he crawled hand and foot to the front of the position. Along the trench intersection, the sound of explosions was masked by the sound of heavy gunfire.

The fat man poked his head out. In the trenches, more than twenty Chacner fighters were lying on their stomachs. On the dirt slope of the position, which was more than 100 meters long, desperately opened fire. The rearranged firing points and firing positions were organized into an intertwined network of firepower. The torrential energy couldn't help but sweep towards the surging Jeppen straggler line on the gentle slope in front of the position.

Puff puff puff. A few energy bombs drilled into the top of the fat man's head not far away. Mound. A row of circular holes appeared in the black-brown dirt in an instant, and a few wisps of fine dust splashed out, and they were immediately blown away by the wind.

“**！” Fat man on face. A burst of blue and a burst of white, shrunk his neck, gritted his teeth and entered the trench.

"Just coming?" A second lieutenant Chuckner, who was squatting in the pit and grabbing the energy box on his body, turned his head to look at the fat man, and then looked at the fat man's empty back, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Just you?" ”

"Hmm," the fat man licked his lips and nodded.

Markwich and four other combat-ready bandit fighters were in reserve in another communication trench. Among the more than 30 bandit troops, he was the only one who really stood at the forefront of the position. There's a kid in the back, but the guy is collecting weapons and doesn't know what he's up to.

"Finally, there's a gentleman." The second lieutenant smiled. patted the trembling fat man on the shoulder approvingly: "Don't be afraid! The more afraid you are, the faster you die! ”

Listening to the sound of bullets scurrying into the dirt overhead, the fat man's face turned white.

The second lieutenant looked at the sniper rifle in the fat man's hand and smiled: "Aren't you a mechanic, can you play this?" ”

The fat man nodded.

"How's the mech doing?" The second lieutenant apparently just asked casually. By the time the fat man nodded, he had already turned his head, looked at his companion who was firing desperately at the firing position, and threw another random question.

"It's fixed." The fat man followed the second lieutenant's gaze and looked at the Chakner soldier above him who was pouting and firing, his mouth was perfunctory, his eyes were rolling wildly, looking for a suitable sniper point in the position.

Suddenly, the faces of the two absent-minded guys changed at the same time, and they each fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded over the heads of the fat man and the ensign. The Chakner warrior in the firing position was jerked up by the terrifying shock wave, flew into the other side of the battle, twisted and fell into the trench.

"Medic!" The second lieutenant let out a loud shout, quickly picked up his bloody companion, took out the hemostat he had with him, stabbed it into the wound, and wrapped it firmly in gauze. Soon, the paramedics, who were scurrying in the trenches, bent over and crawling on the ground, took the wounded in his hands.

The second lieutenant grabbed his rifle leaning against the pit wall and climbed along the bulge of the metal bulletproof wall towards the firing position.

As he climbed, he quickly glanced around, and found that the fat man just now was not far away, sneakily probe, shoot, and then move like a mouse, probe again, shoot.

Waste of ammo!

The second lieutenant only glanced at it, and decided that the fat man was a rookie.

Each time the fat man fires with a probe, it takes no more than a second. The frequency of its action is as fast as the highest level of the video game "Crazy Mouse Hunt". This kind of child's play is also considered a sniper?

I'm afraid that when this fat man shoots, not to mention the valuable target that he chooses as a sniper, he doesn't even see where the enemy is!

Quickly leaving the fat white man who claimed to be able to use a sniper rifle behind, the second lieutenant climbed into the sniper position.

On the gentle slope in front of them, the soldiers of Jeppon were surging like a tide.

At the front of the tide, a [Toyama] mecha is slowly advancing. The energy cannon on the left arm side of the mecha and the two energy machine guns arranged up and down on the right arm pulled out three chains of light with different rhythms, ravaging the position frantically. The intertwined firepower nets on the battlefield hit its body, but they only rippled a dense layer of ripples for its energy shield.

Jeppen soldiers staggered forward, some of them firing covertly, suppressing fire. The other part is moving forward quickly and resolutely.

The hillside was full of dense gray figures, and in just five minutes, they had advanced nearly two hundred meters from their forward position at the foot of the mountain. If it weren't for the hillside where the position was located, it was a pyramid-shaped terrain, and the flanks narrower the flanks the higher you went. I am afraid that with the current firepower of the position, it is simply impossible to stop these Jeppen soldiers who are not afraid of death.

The rifle of the second lieutenant Sampson, joined the salvo of the position.

A series of precise shots quickly suppressed the dozen or so Jeppen soldiers in front of the firing position. The soldiers were forced to stop their charge and crawl down, looking for small mounds and large trees to hide.

Sampson pressed the butt of his gun to his shoulder and fired quickly.

In front of the position, there are still some sparse woods. The small raised dirt slopes and mossy rocks provided a good hiding place for the Jeppen soldiers.

The crosshair of the M26 rifle was moving rapidly.

A Jeppen soldier who was stealthy and moved a little slower was shot in the chest. He staggered to the slope, the gun in his hand had fallen to the ground weakly, the blood on his chest soaked like a spider's web on the gray military uniform, and finally, with his eyes wide open, he fell to the sky and rolled down the hill.

The Jeppen mech discovered the suppressed area. The mech's energy cannon began to turn to the firing position where Sampson was. A flash of white light and two fine chains of energy light swept quickly from the left side of the position, bringing up a splash of mud and stone and wood.

Despite the presence of a Captain Jeppen officer in the crosshairs, which was a good target, Sampson had to abandon the target before being blown to pieces by the opposing mech, and shrunk behind the metal bulletproof wall of the firing position.

"Dog*." He cursed and glanced to the left.

In the dirt splashed under the mecha's fire, the fat man, like a ground mouse, quickly probed and fired.

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"How?"

In the trench at the foot of the mountain, the commander of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 2031 Brigade of the 2031 Infantry Division of the Jeppen Army stood behind the concealed fortifications, observing the hilltop position with a scaffolded electronic telescope.

Behind him, Deputy Battalion Commander Bernashera was holding the communicator, desperately urging the two companies involved in the attack with his loud voice.

Amid Bernathera's roar, the staff officer reported to Corleone: "Battalion Commander, the battlefield records so far show that the enemy positions have not been equipped with any anti-mecha weapons, including energy cannons and man-portable missiles. The battles were all light weapons. Consistent with our reasoning. ”

Corleone nodded, looking away from the telescope.

"He's s***!" Bernasherla, the deputy battalion commander behind him, dropped the communicator suddenly, tore the already wide open neckline vigorously, and said to Corleone with a blushing face and a thick neck: "A company guarded position, our battalion and three companies took turns to rush twenty times, and they didn't fight for eight hours!" It's a shame. Now, the main forces have broken through the first-line positions on all fronts and are launching an offensive against the second-line positions. These bastards"

Bernather's bloodshot eyes swept over the soldiers in the trenches with their heads bowed, and said fiercely: "When this battle is over, see how I train them well!" ”

"It's easy to defend and hard to attack." Corleone said with a gloomy face: "Their positions are well built, and there are no loopholes in the distribution of firepower for defensive deployments. If we can't defeat it, we will underestimate the enemy. Let's talk about the drill, I think you should think about taking the position, how to clean up those Chackner prisoners! ”

Bernathera sneered when he heard this: "As long as there is one who is alive, I can make him worse than dead!" ”

The staff officer on the side looked at the wolf-like eyes of the low-level nobles around Jeppen, and couldn't help but shiver. He still remembers the mutilated limbs of the Chackner captives who had fallen into Bernathera's hands during the pursuit a few days earlier.

The Jeppen Empire believes in the respect of the strong. Even the aristocracy lived in bloody battles for a long time. Murderous aristocratic officers were well represented in Jeppen's army. And Bernasera is definitely the most perverted one of them.

"Battalion commander, you said how long it would take to take the position?" Bernasele gritted his teeth and clicked: "Just now, those bastards at the division headquarters asked us, if you want to help call a fighter brigade to come and support us, it's too deceitful!" ”

"It won't be long!" Corleone's face turned grim: "The last time they attacked, they already didn't have anti-mecha weapons. This time, as long as our mechs break in, the position is ours! ”

As he spoke, Corleone walked to the makeshift marching table, waved his hand, swept away the other messes piled up on the table, opened the electronic topographic map, and frowned: "Have you asked the identity of the crashed spaceship?" ”

The staff officer beside him generally packed up the things on the ground, and replied tremblingly: "Not yet, battalion commander." The news that we sent back was to be transferred to the fleet through the division headquarters, and the fleet has not yet replied. ”

"Humph!" Corleone snorted coldly: "Kill thirteen of my people silently, I want them to pay back this debt to me twice!" ”

As he spoke, Corleone swept the staff officer beside him sharply: "Order the second and third companies to speed up the pace of the attack." This offensive can only succeed and not fail. In half an hour, I'm going to be on the ground! ”

"Yes!" The staff officer turned and picked up the communicator.

Corleone picked up a jug of water, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he heard the staff officer shout: "What? ”

Corleone spat out a mouthful of water, slammed the kettle to the ground in a fit of rage, and glared at the pale staff officer.

The staff officer turned around and stammered: "The battalion commander's first company commander was sniped, and the second company commander was also sniped!" ”

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When the mech's attention finally left the sparsely swept firing position, Sampson poked his head out again, and found that the Captain Jeppen had fallen on the trunk of a pine tree.

His body resembled a gray blanket on the trunk of a tree. His head hung down to the ground. In the back of his head, a large red and white funnel-shaped hole told everyone the cause of his death.

Only the epaulettes of Captain Jeppen on his shoulders, which consisted of three bronze wolf heads, were still intact and textured.

A headshot, who killed him?

Sampson pulled the trigger fiercely, and the M26 in his hand sprinkled energy into an arc at a rate of twenty rounds per second. The chain tore at the ground two hundred meters away, peeling away the brown bark of the tree trunk and leaving rows of sawdust flying bullet marks. Several Jeppen soldiers, who were constantly charging alternately behind cover, were pressed in place, and could only fire a few shots from time to time, slowly looking for opportunities to suppress the fire.

Finally, a Jeppen soldier seized the opportunity and set up an energy machine gun between a two-meter-diameter bluestone and a large tree that two people were hugging together. A volley of tuk-tuk energy bombs swept just a meter in front of Sampson, hitting the bulletproof wall buried in the earth with a muffled sound.

"Damn it!" Sampson tried to attack the machine gun, but was blocked by the cyan rocks. Except for the machine gun, which was constantly venting fire on him, he could only see half of his opponent's helmet.

With the suppression of machine gun fire, several Jeppen soldiers on the other side also began to move.

These soldiers, who have undergone the most rigorous army training in the universe, quickly used the cover of the terrain to pull away to the left and right, and while approaching, they cooperated with machine guns to form crossfire.

Sampson took down a Jeppen soldier and shrank back.

He gasped violently, struggling to pull out the energy cartridge from his tactical vest and stuff it into the M26.

The energy bomb on his head was like a rainstorm hitting the eaves of a roof, making a continuous popping sound. From time to time, several extremely thin and extremely thin chains of light crossed overhead, clenching into the walls of the pits behind the trenches of the positions. Large and small pieces of crushed mud fell into the pit.

It seems that it can't hold on!

In the entire trench, there were only a dozen or so people. Lying on the muddy ground were the wounded. The lightly injured ones are still bandaging themselves, and the seriously injured ones can make several medical soldiers sweat profusely.

The fire of the positions could no longer stop the enemy's advance. Occasionally, it can be suppressed, and as soon as the Jeppon people lie down and fight back, they will be suppressed back immediately. When the probe went out again, the distance was shortened by dozens of meters. Coupled with the [Toyama] mecha that has been acting majestically, it won't take long for the Jeppon people to rush in and smash this position like tofu in a few minutes.

Sampson carefully hung the two fusion grenades on his tactical vest. Put the trigger point in your hand in the most convenient position. This was his last resort after the enemy broke through to his position. With a slight push, he can take a few unlucky Jeppen on his back and go on the road together.

The machine-gun fire overhead, endlessly.

Sampson didn't know how much the enemy in his area had advanced in such a moment. He looked left and right, perhaps it was time to change his firing position. There are still several firing positions that are vacant.

"Bang" There was a faint gunshot behind him.

Sampson, who was leaning sideways, didn't have to look back to know that it was the fat man running around with a sniper rifle shooting.

Sure enough, before he could turn around, the fat man had already run in front of him, crawled ten meters away and fired a shot from the probe, then turned back and fired another shot. Regardless of whether he hit or not, this guy was like a rabbit, kicking his legs and jumping to the front.

"He's s***." Sampson grinned: "The running position is quite erratic"

He was a little envious of this lively fat man. I don't know if life and death have reached this point, it can be regarded as a kind of realm.

Suddenly, he tilted his head to listen and felt that something was wrong.

The sound of machine guns overhead, has disappeared.

Sampson quickly poked out his gun and swept it out, killing two Jeppen soldiers who were pouting and rushing upwards one after another, only to find that the machine gun hidden between the rocks and the trees had been dumbfired. The Heavy's helmet was gone, and all that could be seen was the peeled bark from the side of the tree and a shocking puddle of blood.

Looking at where the blood was, and then at where he was, a thought that shocked him jumped into his mind, and he turned his head sharply. Twenty meters to his left, in front of the curved position, the fat man quickly probed and fired. A sergeant Jeppen was shot in the head as soon as he encouraged the soldiers next to him to rush upward.

This time, instead of immediately shifting positions, the fat man fired three shots in place.

One shot at a time. A sergeant, a corporal, and a machine gunner who has just set up a machine gun! The three blood mist that burst out almost at the same time were dazzling in the sunlight and on the turquoise jungle slopes!

Sampson searched so fast that as far as the eye could see, he could no longer see a single officer of Jeppen who was screaming and driving away the soldiers, or frantically leading the charge, those officers who would fill his entire field of vision with each charge, completely disappeared in this strange sunny world!

"God!" Sampson's mind went blank.

He stared blankly at the fat figure who was probing his brain, and at this moment, the whole world seemed to have lost its color and sound.

In this second or tenths of a second of sluggishness, suddenly, the earth trembled violently. A dark shadow flashed past him.

A strange mecha has jumped out of position! …… Crazy for monthly passes and recommended tickets. The monthly pass is about to be caught up, and the front has already thrown me away. The recommendation votes are also about to go off the list. The tired group raised their jade hands lightly and clicked a little. The 1,000 words owed yesterday were made up, and 500 words were added.

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