Chapter 11: Ballistic Traceless

Zhanxiage pointed to his own head and said, "Remember, a true sniper uses this to shoot at their target, not with their eyes and hands!" That notebook contains some of my insights and case studies from sniping practice, which you can refer to. ”
Zhao Haiping was truly stunned. He clung tightly to the notebook Zhan Xia Ge had handed him. He watched as Zhan Xia Ge grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and strode effortlessly toward their preset hiding location. Zhao Haiping vaguely felt that after just one hour with Zhan Xia Ge, Zhan Xia Ge had already opened a door before him!
Zhao Haiping asked in a low voice, "Why are you helping me?" ”
Although his voice was soft, the war hero song was still heard. He turned his head and said casually, "As the saying goes, 'Nothing comes first, but mastery comes first.' I just had better training conditions than you, and had better instructors and teachers to guide me into the world of sniping!" Just because we're all soldiers, we have to fight the enemy side by side. I can't hide away like a wealthy Shanxi tycoon! With your humble and eager attitude to learn, I believe you can truly master the essence of sniping! In China, having several excellent snipers means I have another powerful combat partner. What's wrong with that? ”
Zhao Haiping nodded desperately. He choked for a long time before finally shouting to Zhanxiage's retreating figure: "Master, wait for me!" ”
From then on, Zhanxiage couldn't help but laugh and cry as he gained a disciple eleven years older than him!
Zhanxiage took out three bullets from his briefcase. "My rifle's magazine can only hold three rounds, and the shockwave and smoke it produces when firing are terrifying. On a real battlefield, anyone standing within two meters of either side of my muzzle would be injured by the shockwave." With such a bold display of the target, the enemy's artillery formation would bombard them within seconds. That's why those who use this kind of sniper rifle have a good nickname in the military: 'cannon fodder sniper'! To give a vivid analogy, more than half of those who used this sniper rifle were killed by enemy artillery on the battlefield. ”
Zhao Haiping stared blankly at the war hero song. In this young soldier, he saw a kind of ease and resilience that radiated from deep within the face of death!
Zhanxiage loaded the bullets he had selected into the magazine one by one. "The first shot I'm going to fire is a mercury eccentric round. The mercury-loaded bullet can shoot farther and straighter than other bullets, and when it hits the target, its instantaneous stopping force is several times greater than that of ordinary bullets!" The mercury inside can hit a prey's thigh with a single bullet, only to end up blowing its head apart! ”
"The second bullet I'm going to fire is a German MG-151 aircraft cannon shell from World War II. This bullet's bullet has both high explosive and burning effects. When I shoot this bullet, it would be best if I could blow him up like a roasted chicken in one shot. Even if I couldn't kill the target in one blow, it would still inflict heavy damage. No matter what rigorous training a person undergoes, when shot by three snipers and seriously injured, they panic and try to find cover as quickly as possible. When they roll and crawl into that ditch...... Boom! ”
Zhanxiage made a victory gesture and smiled, saying, "Game over, the super boos was split in two by the Sword of Justice. Let's all go back together, eat big chunks of meat, and drink champagne!" ”
Zhao Haiping blinked and asked in confusion, "Since you've already figured him out, why do you still need a third bullet?!" ”
"The third bullet I had in the magazine was a kinetic round six times the speed of sound." Zhanxiage blinked and chuckled, "If that old Amirali guy can dodge my sniper twice in a row and still manage to survive the landmine, I'd want to catch up and see who runs fast—is his lackey running fast, or is my kinetic projectile running fast?" ”
Zhao Haiping said sincerely, "I think he's already dead!" ”
"No, you need to remember one fact." The war hero song said softly, "No matter how perfect the strategy, it must be tested on the battlefield to prove its true effectiveness!" ”
Zhao Haiping nodded vigorously, looking at Zhanxiage with the most admiring gaze and said, "But I still think there's no way he could escape Master's sniper!" ”
Eight hours later, the "Assassin Organization" terrorists led by Amirali appeared through the sniper scope of Zhanxia Ge.
This group of "assassin organization" terrorists numbered about seventy people. For some reason, despite being so few people, they were still divided into two camps, scattered across five or six hundred meters. Seeing them like this, they looked like a tour group visiting China, hardly any terrorists.
When Zhanxiage locked the cross on the sniper scope onto the group at the very front, with the fewest members—about a dozen or so people—he couldn't help but frown.
Some of these people had white cotton cloth tied around their heads, others wore round cloth hats, and wore tattered robes underneath with all kinds of clothing. The only thing that was somewhat similar was their originally white pants, which looked too loose on the battlefield. The weapons on these dozen or so men were truly diverse: American M16 automatic rifles, Soviet AK47 automatic rifles. What made Zhanxiage widen his eyes most was that, walking ahead, the man with his signature big beard and carrying an old-style rifle on his shoulder was an elderly man who looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old. Beneath his head, wrapped in a white headscarf, was a face wrinkled and looking like dried withered skin. On his nose, slightly upturned like an eagle's beak, were a pair of eyes that had weathered many hardships but remained agile and vigilant. He carried a large cloth bag on his back, which might have contained some grain or bullets. As he walked, the bag was occasionally exposed outside with a bayonet that had drunk countless people's blood.
Following that old man, carrying a rocket launcher, daring to cross the border and infiltrate Chinese territory, was a woman taller than the rocket launcher in his arms!
The voice of Zhao Haiping, the assistant shooter, came through the radio communicator: "Master, why are there elderly people and women among these terrorists?" ”
Zhanxiage whispered, "They're Afghan guerrillas!" ”
Don't be fooled by the fact that they have elderly people and children; professional soldiers like Zhanxiage and Long Jianhui dare not underestimate this unit! Relying on guerrilla tactics, Afghans fought a grueling war against the Soviet Union—the most powerful country at the time—lasting nine years, ultimately ending their "holy war" with the complete withdrawal of Soviet forces.
During the nine years of war, 500,000 Afghans died, and over 4 million residents sought refuge in countries like Pakistan and Iran, but they also wiped out 14,000 Soviet soldiers. This is a remarkable unit forged and grown through the flames of war, possessing resilient vitality! Now, the battlefields between Afghanistan and the Soviet Union have become fleeting memories, but the Afghan guerrillas that grew amid the flames of war have not disbanded. They continue to be active on the world stage, and at some point, Afghan guerrillas have become associated with the far disgraced title of an international terrorist stronghold.
Walking behind were mostly members of the "assassin organization" made up of Uyghurs wearing white veils over their faces. Like the Afghan guerrillas, they had no standard uniforms or weapons. Some even carried large knives on their bodies. These people were even more of a disorderly crowd than the Afghan guerrillas, with just over fifty people split into four or five small groups.
As Instructor Long Jianhui told everyone, this group of terrorists has very low core cohesion, lacks highly educated talent, and likes to form small factions and cliques. As long as Amirali, a core member of the "assassin organization" backed by massive financial backing through drug trafficking abroad, their rabble might immediately scatter like birds and beasts.
Amirali was at the very back of the group, and Zhanxiage easily locked the scope onto the target, who was surrounded on all sides by four or five bodyguard-type terrorists, with a large beard on his face.
After comparing the photo and the target he had locked onto through the scope, Zhanxiage reported in a low voice: "Eye lock confirmed, distance 1,200 meters!" ”
Zhao Haiping and another sniper had set the default 600-point range on their Type 85 sniper rifle to the maximum 600 range. Their eyes widened as they watched Granny Milali slowly approach their ambush point. When they heard the command "open fire" from Zhanxiage, they almost simultaneously pulled their triggers.
As Zhanxiage gave the order to "open fire," a sudden unease welled up deep inside him. This feeling had appeared when he slid down from a tree and fell into a circle of wild boars and Bengal tigers; When he slept in the rainforest, a venomous snake that could stop his heart for thirty seconds was offered to him. This is an instinctive feeling of soldiers facing unpredictable dangers.
But the order to fire had already been given, leaving no room for salvage. Zhan Xiagege gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle.
"Bang!"
Zhanxiage's body trembled violently, and a powerful shockwave mixed with thick smoke shot out from the muzzle of the large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle. A mercury eccentric round, twenty millimeters in diameter and eighty-five millimeters long, shot fiercely toward Amirali, who was eight hundred meters away. For Zhanxia Ge, this distance was almost a perfect hit!
But at the moment the three snipers snapped their fingers, Amirali suddenly collapsed as if he had foreseen the situation.
Two bullets from the Type 85 sniper rifles struck the hard rock, sending up fierce sparks. But the bullet fired by Zhanxiage struck a large tree behind Amirali. The tree, as thick as a bowl, seemed to be struck by an invisible sword. With a thunderous crash, the nearly one-meter-long trunk was instantly blasted into countless wood shavings, scattering across the cold, silent sky!
Missed!
Zhan Xiaoge's face was as dark as water. He quickly pulled the bolt, and a four- or five-centimeter-long shell casing leapt out of the chamber, tumbled beautifully in midair, and gently landed beside him. The shell casing, raised at a forty-five degree angle to the sky, still wisped with wisps of smoke.
Zhao Haiping suddenly let out a startled hiss: "He moves so fast!" ”
Amilali lay down on the ground as if rehearsing in advance by Zhanxiage, but he didn't bother to look around. The moment he slammed down, he kicked hard with both feet, and the explosive muscles in his body instantly gave him powerful sprint. Using this sprint alone, he moved forward seven meters in a snake-like movement!
It wasn't until he actually sniped a special forces expert who could reinforce all military moves to perform one or two per second that Zhao Haiping was discouraged to discover that his Type 85 sniper rifle, which could fire thirty rounds per minute, couldn't keep up with the enemy's rhythm. He pulled the trigger again and again, but the bullets always missed the target's rear in vain.
Amirali had already rolled past the second prime sniper spot set by Zhanxia Song. His body paused slightly, but he immediately regained balance and sprint speed. At that moment, the anti-materiel sniper rifle in Zhanxia Singer went off again.