Chapter 10: Master and Disciple

Shen Hao is from Shihezi, Xinjiang. He joined the Armed Police Force in December 1990. After serving three years in the Turpan Armed Police Detachment, he was transferred to a unit that had transitioned from a regular force. After twelve years of hard work and steadily accumulating military achievements, he gradually rose to the position of squad leader. He is a professional soldier with years of fighting East Turkestan terrorists and extensive experience in counterterrorism activities.
Receiving orders from his superiors, Shen Hao dropped the half-eaten dumplings, gave his wife Niu Dongmei an apologetic smile, put on his uniform, and quickly ran off.
To effectively combat terrorists, the Armed Police Company where Shen Hao belonged often cooperated with regular troops. In the field reconnaissance battalion, there were several close friends who had lived and died for him. But the moment Long Jianhui led twenty-five soldiers to stand before him, Shen Hao immediately made a judgment in his mind: this small special operations unit was unlike any he had ever seen before!
The first thing that caught Shen Hao's attention was the equipment this small special operations unit carried. Each of them wore camouflage bulletproof vests. Shen Hao, who usually liked to follow military forums, clearly remembered that someone had posted pictures of these vests on one forum. This is a nano bulletproof vest meticulously developed by the Chinese Military Industry Research Institute, featuring the terrifying protection of a No. 5 bulletproof vest, yet weighing only half as much as a regular bulletproof vest. Even at close range, an AK rifle might not be able to penetrate such a body armor. Owning such a vest on the battlefield is like giving your life a solid safety lock. However, the cost of such vests was also astonishing. It was said that just one vest could equip an entire field army platoon's equipment and supplies, making widespread adoption in the army impossible.
Two tall and burly soldiers, each at least 200 centimeters tall and weighing 110 kilograms, wore such bulletproof vests and wore individual bulletproof shields made from the same material over their limbs, plus a bulletproof helmet that could slide through 7.62mm sniper rifle bullets. They were essentially two mobile combat fortresses built from stacks of cash.
Even more outrageous was the weapons in the hands of these two soldiers!
What they carried on their shoulders was probably the legendary M134 Vulcan cannon. Looking at the bullets tightly packed on metal chains like shark teeth, then at the bullet box and spare ammo on the soldier's back, Shen Hao couldn't help but open his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time. If his eyesight wasn't dizzy, this soldier must have carried a full five thousand bullets on his back! Adding to his self-defense pistol, sword, radio communicator, GPS satellite locator, and bulletproof vest covering his entire body, this soldier carried at least 120 kilograms of weight!
One can imagine that on a close-quarters battlefield without heavy weapons, these two soldiers, carrying 5,000 bullets on their backs and able to unleash seven to eight hundred rounds per minute, would inflict a terrifying double blow on the enemy, both mentally and physically!
But the most striking among the soldiers was one who closely followed the lead major. For some reason, Shen Hao felt he seemed somewhat different.
He carried an anti-materiel sniper rifle with a blank expression, even more exaggerated than the M134 Vulcan. According to Shen Hao's estimation, this anti-materiel sniper rifle was so large it could almost be described as a "sniper cannon." The barrel alone was one meter long, and the entire rifle was about 180 centimeters long. This all-black weapon with the heavy texture typical of anti-materiel sniper rifles weighed at least twenty kilograms. On the bulletproof chain of his bulletproof vest, there were neatly inserted a dozen sniper rifle bullets—two centimeters thick and eight centimeters long, more outrageous than grenade launchers. In his right leg and left pocket, he also carried a large-caliber Desert Eagle self-defense pistol and a multi-purpose military knife. On his left shoulder, a gun handle was exposed, and if I guessed correctly, a miniature submachine gun was embedded in his back that could provide suppressive firepower at close range.
Judging by the weapons and equipment he carried, this soldier was likely a versatile expert skilled in medium, long-range, and close-range combat simultaneously. Shen Hao observed the soldier for a long time, and only when the small special operations unit approached him did he finally find something special about him: five neatly arranged copper medals on the collar of the soldier's uniform, looking very beautiful!
Sensing Shen Hao's puzzled gaze, the soldier merely lifted his eyes slightly, and that simple, calm yet peerless sharpness of a divine weapon instantly pierced Shen Hao's eyes.
Cold sweat soaked Shen Hao's entire body. In this soldier, he sensed a sense of tension rising from his squad and his brothers who had been lurking on the position for a long time, and only when they saw the terrorists enter the ambush circle did a sense of suppression slowly rise within them, about to erupt...... Murderous intent!
In fact, this entire special operations unit radiates a similar aura. As their footsteps rise and fall, and in their breathing and exhalation, a truly perfect team chemistry and integration create a pressure that others cannot comprehend, but is truly palpable!
This was a special forces unit far more elite than any soldier Shen Hao had ever seen!
The team leader, the major, walked straight toward Shen Hao, stretched out a calloused hand, and said in his metallic voice, "The higher-ups have already informed you, right? I'm Major Long Jianhui, the captain of our special operations squad!" We will cooperate with your Armed Police Squad to carry out this mission! ”
Shen Hao reached out and tightly shook hands with Long Jianhui. He could feel the explosive power suppressed inside his body, but Long Jianhui did not tell Shen Hao the unit to which their unit belonged. Shen Hao had been in the Armed Police for twelve years, and he knew very well that if there were things he shouldn't know, he absolutely shouldn't ask about them.
Long Jianhui pointed to a captain beside him and said, "This is my deputy captain, Ma Zhaihe!" ”
Compared to Long Jianhui, this captain named Ma Zhaihe was far inferior; it seemed even the soldier with five copper medals pinned to the collar of his uniform was somewhat inferior. When Shen Hao shook hands with Ma Zhaihe, his gaze involuntarily skipped over the captain and landed on Zhanxiage.
Zhan Xiage led two soldiers to an armed police soldier. He carefully observed the soldier's gun-holding movements until he felt a bit uneasy, then said, "Lend me your gun!" ”
With the most skilled move, he pulled open the bolt bolt of the Type 81 rifle handed to him by the soldier. After a brief check, Zhan Xiaoge pulled out a rifle bullet from the magazine, examined it carefully, nodded, loaded the bullet back into the magazine, and returned the rifle to the soldier. About half an hour later, Zhanxiage returned to Long Jianhui's side.
"Reporting to the instructor, this armed police squad is at its maximum strength, with a total of 120 personnel, equipped with seventy-two Type 81 rifles, twelve Type 56 submachine guns, twelve Type 54 pistols, and two Type 85 sniper rifles; Heavy weapons include one Type 40 rocket launcher, two flamethrowers, three Type 82 recoilless rifles, and one 10-barrel tear gas launcher; There were also two 7.62mm vehicle-mounted machine guns and three squad-use light bolts! ”
Standing aside listening to the war hero's report, Shen Hao's eyes widened in shock. This soldier had managed to thoroughly control all the weapons of his armed police squad, which had transformed from a regular unit, in just half an hour.
"I checked their rifles, and they are well maintained, but a considerable number of people are still using bullets mass-produced in China in the 1970s. It's possible that bullets may jam during suppressive fire, so I suggest avoiding close-range gunfights between friendly forces and terrorists to minimize unnecessary casualties!" This Armed Police unit has already been distributed Type 79 wooden-handled defensive grenades. Although we are going to conduct ambush battles, the chosen ambush battlefield is close to snowy mountains and jungles. If the terrorists successfully escape into the jungle, we will have to switch from ambush to chase. Therefore, I suggest replacing them with lighter, more portable offensive Type 79 wooden-handled grenades! ”
Long Jianhui pointed at the war hero song and casually introduced to Shen Hao: "This is our sniper. Ten hours ago, I already tested his shooting accuracy with live ammunition. Within the range of 1,500 to 1,800 meters, regardless of terrain, he operates independently and maintains a hit rate of 91%. The bullets he fired had a small trait: as long as he hit the target, even an elephant would surely die. I suggested he serve as the main sniper for this mission. ”
Shen Hao's mouth dropped open again, staring at the battle hero song standing there expressionless, as calm as a rock, showing no trace of emotion. He thought to himself, "Damn, so this is the legendary ultra-long-range sharpshooter who doesn't need an observer, can fight alone, and attack both lightly armored and personnel targets, known as the Death God of the battlefield!" ”
Zhao Haiping, who was originally the top marksman in the entire armed police squad and rightfully chosen as the main marksman, eagerly followed behind Zhanxiage, because Shen Hao's order was: "Go! Even if you're just an assistant or errand for him, you have to dig out some treasures from him. If you can learn a few tricks from him, kid, you'll really make a killing!" ”