Chapter 30: Bloodthirsty Mad Dragon (Part 2)

A terrorist from the "Assassin Organization," who had just jumped out of the armored transport vehicle and still hadn't figured out what was happening, suddenly heard the sound of his skull shattering in front of his ear, then collapsed headfirst to the ground.
The Chechen rebel holding a sniper rifle was originally a first-class marksman who only picked up a sniper during the Chechen war. Seeing the bullet holes on his companion's corpse, this sniper, who had experienced two Chechen wars and had extensive combat experience, thought for a moment, straightened his neck, and shouted, "Their sniper is at four o'clock!" ”
In the distance, Zhao Haiping, responsible for surveillance, was hiding in a large tree with excellent fire visibility. He held a high-precision Type 02 automatic rifle dedicated to the Fifth Special Forces. This veteran sniper of the armed police, who had fought bloody battles alongside Zhanxiage, suddenly realized at this moment that he had matured!
He stared coldly at the Chechen rebels who kept moving and dodging between the T80 tank and the Marine Corps' dedicated amphibious armored transport vehicle, performing all sorts of funny dodging moves. He just kept counting in his mind: "One, two, three, fire!" One, two, three, firing! One, two, three, firing! ”
Zhao Haiping used the optical sight on the Type 02 automatic rifle, constantly searching for targets. Whenever his rifle trembled slightly, a terrorist from several hundred meters away would fall.
Zhao Haiping was now silently repeating the words the war hero song had taught him: "Remember, when you're sniping, don't treat yourself like a living person anymore!" At that moment, you are a cold, emotionless stone, a pure killing machine! When you blend your heartbeat, your breathing, the unique gunshot of your rifle shooting, the wind in your ears, and the rustling of plants swaying in the wind around you, creating a unique rhythm of your own, you realize that killing is just this simple! So this is what it means to shoot down those agile targets with a sniper rifle...... Interesting! ”
Yes, rhythm!
Dance has its own rhythm. When you dance gracefully to the beat of the music, you feel as light as a swallow, and you become more energetic the more you dance. This is called a relaxed rhythm; When you sweat profusely in the training arena, stand in the team, shout loudly with everyone, and throw your fists, knees, elbows, and legs forcefully outward, you will find a rhythm of strength; When you sit in front of your computer writing a book, your thoughts and typing speed suddenly enter a strange parallel, leaving you no longer stunned. As your fingers dance and beautiful characters pop out, you find the rhythm of your thoughts.
On the battlefield, when you kill one enemy after another from a distance with a sniper rifle, you are filled with confidence in a one-shot kill, and you can turn this one-shot kill into a routine and inevitability, you have mastered the rhythm of killing!
This rhythm can only be understood intuitively, not in words, but no matter what method you use, as long as you find such rhythm once, you ...... Fly up!
When the sniper scope on Zhao Haiping's rifle locked onto a terrorist hiding behind the T80 tank, with half his head showing in his sight, the moment he pulled the trigger, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of the most dangerous needle beam!
Because he clearly saw that the turret of the T80 tank had already turned toward him. Through the sniper scope on the automatic rifle, he saw the dark muzzle of the 125mm main gun on the turret.
"Boom!"
With automatic artillery loading systems, the T80 tank's main gun, which could fire a 125mm shell every ten seconds, fired again. With a heavy cannon blast, a cloud of smoke over ten meters high suddenly rose from where Zhao Haiping was hiding.
A thick cloud of smoke shot into the sky. The tree where Zhao Haiping was hiding, over ten meters tall and too big for a person to hold, suddenly collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust. Whether Zhao Haiping was alive or dead, no one knew!
Yan Jun's eyes were red. Although he had only known Zhao Haiping for a day, they had fought in the same trench. To support Zhanxiage, they had launched moth-to-flame attacks against thousands of enemies. When they were pinned down by hundreds of automatic rifles in a Xiaoice ditch and couldn't lift their heads, they even raised their fists and gave each other an encouraging look...... For soldiers, all of this is enough to sow the seeds of friendship!
Yan Jun roared loudly, grabbing the Type 02 automatic rifle used by China's Fifth Special Forces and firing a prolonged burst of steel bullets capable of piercing two No. 5 bullets into the tank's steel armor, producing clanging sounds as brilliant sparks flew from its body. Yet the tank swaggered forward swaggeringly.
In this world, is there any automatic gun that can penetrate the T80 tank turret's front armor over 500mm thick, with a thickness exceeding 500mm, from a distance of 400 meters?
Through the scope on the Type 02 automatic rifle, Yan Jun caught a glimpse of the T80 tank's turret, which was slowly rotating and locked onto his position. He immediately grabbed his rifle and rolled outward with all his might. But after yesterday's most brutal battle and the thirty-five kilometers on foot with insufficient food and warmth, his physical exhaustion far exceeded his expectations. During the continuous rolling, Yan Jun suddenly felt his hands involuntarily weaken, and his huddled body paused slightly. Stuck in a tiny puddle and unable to move forward, he widened his eyes and screamed, "Damn, this is really damn bad!" ”
"Boom!"
Another 125mm grenade hit the hillside where the Chinese troops were stationed. Yan Jian's body was blown six or seven meters away, rolling and tumbling, lying motionless on the ground covered in blood.
Ignoring the bullets, Zhan Xia Ge whistled wildly above his head. He bent over, sprinting forward like a cheetah, desperately charging forward.
The wind brushed past Zhanxiage's cheeks; he had never felt this cold before!
The thick and vast earth lay beneath Zhanxiage's feet, but he no longer felt that sense of security in contact with the earth!
At that moment, Zhan Xiage's breathing grew tense, his mouth parched, and his legs weak. He had never been so panicked in his life, watching his brothers fall one by one before him, and he was powerless to do anything. This humiliating helplessness struck him deeply.
Suddenly, the bulletproof vest and machine gun bullets collided on his back, producing a terrifying sound of special bulletproof porcelain shattering. He felt a burning pain in his painful area, his knees buckled and he involuntarily collapsed to the ground. Then he pushed himself up with both hands, jumped up, and continued running forward. Fortunately, the bulletproof vest on his back was hit far less often than in the front during combat, so it wasn't pierced by machine gun bullets. Zhanxiage threw himself onto Yan Jun and shouted loudly, "Yan Jun, how are you?" ”
"Be gentle, boss!" Yan Jun lay on the ground struggling for a long time, coughing up a mouthful of blood before gasping and forcing a smile at Zhanxia Ge, saying, "Boss, you call yourself a nine-life demon cat. As your little brother, I should at least have three four-life lives, right?" I used to think I was pretty straightforward and could handle anything on the battlefield, but once I actually got to the front and saw it, I realized tanks are really tough to deal with! The nickname 'Infantry Nemesis' really isn't just for show! ”
Zhanxiage took out the last half roll of emergency hemostatic bandages from his first aid kit, but when he finally had time to carefully examine the severe blast injuries, he was stunned.
To be honest, Yan Jun's luck was pretty good. He wasn't killed by the explosion, nor did he lose any arms or legs. His curled body at the time was the most effective way to reduce the area covered by the blast's shockwave. Only a few dozen shrapnel pieces were embedded in his body and thighs. As long as he could undergo seven or eight surgeries, remove all the shrapnel, and rest for two or three months, he'd still be a vigorous hero!
But...... Now, blood was continuously flowing from his thighs, and beneath the muscles sliced open by shrapnel, Zhanxiage could clearly see a tendon of Yan Jun severed by the sharp shrapnel!
On such a battlefield where the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, a soldier's thigh injury is already a death sentence!
Yan Jun gave a bitter smile and said, "Looks like I can't make it anymore." Zhanxia Ge, if you still consider me a brother, give me an extra magazine. Even if I die, I'll drag a few more people down with me! Remember, if you can find my body, don't bury me in the Kangxi Valie Martyrs' Cemetery. I'm afraid of the cold, and I dislike the quietness there even more......
"Nonsense!" Zhan Xiagege wrapped the hemostatic bandage around Yan Jun's wound, then stretched out his large hand and suddenly threw Yan Jun onto his shoulder. He roared wildly, "Damn your grandmother's martyrs' cemetery, damn it, even if she dies, I'll drag several more people down with me!" The army has trained us for so long, hoping we can kill a few more insignificant low-ranking soldiers before we die? I promised Brother Long Jianhui that I would bring you home alive. As the class monitor, should I just watch you all fall before me, fleeing like stray dogs under your cover?! Haven't we died enough? I damn well don't care anymore. From this moment on, I, Zhanxia Ge, swear to the heavens that I will never abandon another brother! ”
Yan Jun glared and shouted, "Put me down! Carry me—none of us can escape!" Although that T80 tank is outdated junk, it can fire six shells per minute! ”
"You fucking shut up! If you're going to die, then go die with me!" Bearing the severity, Zhan Xiagege actually straightened his body in such a completely unsuitable situation. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Brothers, retreat!" If anyone dares to keep babbling nonsense about sacrificing their lives for the country or wanting to lie in the martyrs' cemetery, they'll just pull out their guns and kill me, the squad leader! I want you to live, no matter what the reason, live well for me, and come home with me! ”