Chapter 48: Tiger of the Dense Forest (Part 2)

"No matter what kind of professional expert you are, after over-tensioning and tightening your whole body, suddenly relaxing, an inevitable side effect will occur: mild weakness throughout the body! In other words, he would feel weak all over, and at this moment, perhaps even he himself wouldn't realize that his judgment, reaction speed, and even his sniping accuracy would be affected! ”
While teaching Zhao Haiping this counter-sniper technique, Zhanxiage gently patted his shoulder and smiled, "At this point, with your combat skills, even if the opponent is a world-class expert, you still have the right to compete with him!" ”
Recalling the gentle yet encouraging smile of the war hero song, Zhao Haiping suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart. In a certain corner, he had also made a set of cordons just like Zhanxiage's. Although in his eyes, his own cordon was almost indistinguishable from Zhanxiage's—even if he hadn't mastered the technology perfectly, he could still achieve a decent nine—Oransli could always tell at a glance the differences in the cordons they had designed.
"The biggest difference between our cordons and landmines is that every step I preset fully considers the opponent's psychological state, guiding them step by step into the final deadlock, incorporating both 'timing' and 'geographical advantage,' while you remain in the stage of ambush just for the sake of ambush. When you truly understand 'fusion' and 'rhythm,' you'll be able to design a cordon and mines exactly like mines. By then, the mines you planted could be given a more lethal name...... Strange Thunder! ”
Zhao Haiping sincerely asked, "Then Master, may I ask how I can understand 'fusion' and 'rhythm'?" ”
"Music!"
Zhanxiage replied, "The reason music has a pleasant sound, unlike the noise you make with a gong, is because it has its own unique rhythms and melodies." Everything in heaven and earth has its own unique rhythm. For example, the sound coming from above our heads now—you can immediately understand that it's the mountain wind sweeping past the treetops; Even if you are hundreds of meters away, you can hear the sound of the stream flowing and immediately know there is a water source. This is the rhythm of the stream. If the weird thunder you design blends into this rhythm and blends with the natural world, it gains an invisible camouflage and protection, making creatures involuntarily ignore it. Remember, the best Tricky Mine and Cordon design is effective and ultimately aims to make the target completely ignore it! ”
Oransley, who had been standing aside listening intently, suddenly added, "Zhao Haiping, the set of war heroes requires a high level of artistic cultivation and a considerable amount of time to grasp, but I can teach you a trick that best suits your current state." ”
This time, even Zhanxiage showed a look of listening. When it came to combat experience, "South African Flying Tiger" Oransley was definitely the most knowledgeable among them. What he dared to show was undoubtedly the most precious knowledge gained with blood and life on the battlefield!
"When you encounter a true sniper expert and Zhanxiage isn't by your side, just leave a cordon, and if the enemy steps on it, you'd better set up a few cordons on the ground as well!" There's no need to force words; just maximize the technology you currently have. If the enemy can't even break through the cordon you designed and step on it, you don't need to waste words—just find a way to take them out in one shot. If the other party spots your warning line, they won't need to say much to understand that, besides a sniper who's no longer too rookie, there's a true super expert in front of them! ”
Oransley rubbed his nose and chuckled, "You Chinese, don't you have an idiom: 'A fox borrows the tiger's might?'" Don't underestimate the effectiveness of this move. Your alert line won't have much real effect, but it can make an enemy who had already relaxed suddenly tense up again. With his heart constantly being stimulated and relaxed, that kid couldn't help but feel his legs go weak! If he were to make shortness of breath or suddenly become irritable and quick to anger during a sniper duel, not even the Virgin Mary could save him. ”
Poison Arrow had no idea that he seemed to be fighting Zhao Haiping alone in a sniper duel, but in reality, he was fighting Zhao Haiping + Zhanxiage's tactical guidance + Zhanxiage's preset warning line + Oransli's 'fox-in-tiger' tactics and shamelessness—such a peculiar combination!
Sure enough, Poison Arrow immediately spotted Zhao Haiping's design—the not-so-rough warning line—and his pupils contracted rapidly. With Poison Arrow's keen eyesight, it's obvious that these two visual warning lines and the divine defensive warning line were definitely the work of two individuals.
Another Chinese soldier is also a sniper—a master-level jungle special operations sniper!
Cold sweat once again beaded on the dried Poison Arrow's forehead. He quickly glanced around. The dense forest was silent, not even the sound of branches snapping. In this dark, devouring green area, it seemed as if a second eye was staring at him coldly, while the rifle in his hand had been closely following him without firing.
A gust of mountain wind swept past the treetops, faintly carrying the sound of self-defense pistols firing from the dense forest hundreds of meters away.
A surge of hope suddenly rose in Poison Arrow's heart. He whispered in his heart, "Assassin, are you the one facing off against that sniper expert?" I think although he's a sniper skilled in jungle warfare, compared to someone like you, who grew up in dense mountains with beast-like instincts and extraordinary assassination skills, he can still be defeated, right?! ”
Zhanxiage and Assassin ran through the dense forest across a row of birch trees, following two nearly two-lined track marks.
Zhan Xia Ge repeatedly pulled the trigger of his self-defense pistol. The assassin was like a cheetah, his body full of unpredictable explosive power, accelerating suddenly in impossible situations, causing Zhan Xia Ge to misjudge again and again. Even more terrifying, this warrior, who looked more like a beast, possessed movements more agile than apes. He could roll and roll, and as long as he grabbed onto a tree branch suspended in midair, he could swing his body in a semicircular arc with ease.
Zhanxiage's face was cold as iron. He had already realized that this time his opponent was more familiar with the jungle than he was, better suited to fighting in dense woods and hills. In this environment, trees were his friends, grass was his friend, and the vines and grass that seemed impossible to bear a person's weight were his friends. Even the vast patches of dead leaves on the ground were his friends.
For the first time, Zhanxiage realized that his pistol shooting technique, which was accurate to 98% accuracy, was actually damn ineffective! The opponent was basically a ghost he couldn't lock onto. What made Zhanxiage so uncomfortable he nearly coughed up blood was that this enemy seemed to possess something strange, allowing him to blend perfectly with the mountains and forests. Even though the enemy was right in front of him, when shooting and shooting, Zhanxiage's psychological state made him unable to regain the smooth, exhilarating, and one-shot confidence he had when facing enemies.
This is a feeling that can only be understood intuitively, not put into words. It is the terrifying feeling experienced by special operations experts who have begun to understand the rhythm and can integrate into their environment, when encountering natural enemies in specific conditions!
Zhanxiage could only bend over and run with all his might, firing bullets from his pistol continuously, because he understood that if an enemy who was clearly right in front of him and would make it difficult for him to lock onto a target disappear from his sight, both he and Zhao Haiping would become targets of assassination by this terrifying enemy before leaving this jungle. Zhan Xiage would never dare to gamble on his own luck with being assassinated again, nor could he imagine how likely Zhao Haiping would have survived if he were assassinated by such a master!
Zhanxiage ran with all his might, his heavy Marine boots stepping on the damp forest ground, kicking up waves of mud that flew backward. With each long, rhythmic breath, his heart beat powerfully, delivering a large amount of oxygen to every cell in his body, injecting new strength into his explosive muscles again and again!
While the battle hero kept rolling on the ground, performing various military evasive moves, and when his body reached its peak running and seemed to have no strength left, he kept dodging!
The assassin carried a needle pouch on his chest. Special forces steel needles kept flying out of his hand—about fifteen centimeters long, narrow and sharp. Zhan Xiage's peripheral vision made his pupils contract sharply, and the steel needle shot behind him pierced three inches deep into the hard birch trunk!
These two were like two full-throttle formula race cars, sprinting wildly on a track that was never suited for competition. Bullets and special forces steel needles flashed back and forth in the air, mixed with grenades thrown by the war hero song and bombs thrown by assassins. Thick clouds of smoke were quickly left behind them, and what they threw out was the hot sweat pouring from their bodies, along with the fresh blood seeping from shrapnel-cut skin!
Suddenly, the assassin leapt up, hugging into a ball in midair. Using the incredible momentum from his full-speed sprint, he spun 720 degrees repeatedly. Just as Zhanxiage instinctively raised his pistol and mentally estimated the assassin's physical energy and potential energy to reach a balance, the inevitable midair freeze lasted 0.1 seconds. The assassin's body stretched out in midair, and he actually reached out to grab a tree branch suspended in midair.
The assassin used this branch as the pivot, performing a beautiful, flawless spin, and what flew out was a dart flashing sharply and coldly in midair.
Perhaps because his body was spinning and firing the dart, the assassin's accuracy was extremely poor. Zhanxiage immediately judged that the dart's straight trajectory was at least one or two meters away from him, and he ignored it and continued shooting at the assassin.
But the dart suddenly traced a beautiful, chilling arc in midair, crashing fiercely toward Zhan Xiage. The four-sided sharp dart spun rapidly in midair, emitting a terrifying whistle. Faced with this absolutely unexpected strike, Zhan Xia Ge only had time to shift his body. Amid blood splattering, the weapon, which looked strikingly similar to the ninja dart, spun and screamed, burrowing into Zhan Xiage's right shoulder.
Zhan Xiaoge's body trembled violently. The blood that had boiled and was about to burn finally found an outlet, shooting two or three meters from his body. At the same time, an uncontrollable numbness spread through his right shoulder. Zhan Xiaoge's five fingers in his right hand went weak, and his self-defense pistol was thrown to the ground.
There's poison on this dart!
Zhanxiage reached out with his left hand to wipe the blood from his lips, then continued running wildly while straightening his neck and cursing, "Damn it!" I'm going to fuck your healer! ”