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

Hearing the sound of a pistol gunshot, Zhao Haiping's first reaction was, "Zhan Xia Ge has gotten into trouble!"
Zhao Haiping grabbed the AK automatic rifle beside him, and just as he was about to sprint with all his might, his body suddenly stiffened violently.
Poison Arrow stared at the thin rope made from bark fibers hidden among the bushes beneath his feet, and at one end of the rope, the two bullet casings that kept shaking and making a faint jingling sound. A sense of terror he hadn't experienced in a long time, cold sweat suddenly seeped from Poison Arrow's forehead.
The Chinese soldier who had just been resting under a big tree suddenly disappeared into the dark forest. Without hearing about the impressive achievements of these two Chinese soldiers over a month, just look at Zhao Haiping's agile and effective anti-sniper maneuvers like a venomous snake, and Dujian understood he had encountered a peer. A professional expert who grew up amid the flames of war, clearly guided by a wise master, and had already opened the door to the true hall of snipers!
And the rope tied to two bullet casings accidentally triggered at the foot of the poisoned arrow is a super masterpiece that only a master skilled in sniping and counter-sniping can handle with ease.
The enemy clearly had no intention of preparing for a sniper battle here, so they only set up a few cordons at random instead of laying deadly landmines. The reason the designers chose to lay a set of bells in this bush is because this is the sniper's widest field of view and the most convenient strategic high ground for retreat and attack!
The once peaceful and rustic dense forest instantly became the battleground for two top-notch snipers.
A gust of mountain wind swept through the treetops, and tens of thousands of birch leaves fluttered in the wind, making a "splash," "splash" sounds. Several withered yellow leaves rolled and danced gently down from the air.
Between heaven and earth, a sudden surge of deadly intent erupted!
Poison Arrow only tasted bitter in his mouth. The life or death of a sniper duel was decided in an instant. This was a comparison of sniper and counter-sniper skills, but once both sides reached a certain level, what mattered more was their understanding of the terrain, their psychological endurance, and mental state during the confrontation.
Neither of them fired now; both sides remained silent. Setting aside the skill of sniping, since the enemy could preset a warning line at the optimal golden sniping position, it only showed they had a thorough understanding of their surroundings.
The most terrifying thing is the cordon they have set!
Poison Arrow truly had no idea how many guardlines the other side could do, yet move effortlessly yet blend perfectly with the environment, even fooling the eyes of a seasoned sniper like him. Is it just this one that lets him step on, or two, three, or even four or five?!
Every guard line is an invisible killer. When the poisoned arrow steps onto the second line again, the sound of bullet casings beneath his feet is very likely, as an excellent sniper, the enemy's bullets could instantly pierce his body! Just a rope made of bark fibers and two bullet casings left a heavy pressure in Poison Arrow's heart, forcing him to spare some energy to carefully watch his feet when fighting a peer.
Poison Arrow knew that as soon as the battle began, he was already at a disadvantage in both momentum and mentality.
Cold sweat kept soaking from the Poison Arrow's forehead.
Pressure—that enemy had put too much pressure on him.
Poison Arrow was once an air rifle shooter, but after the Chechen War of Independence, he took up real weapons and went to the battlefield. He has used small-caliber sniper rifles and large-caliber anti-materiel rifles to attack Russian gas tanks and light armored targets, and on the battlefield, he has earned the nickname "Poison Arrow" by constantly sniping at Russian military commanders and disrupting their command systems. It can be said that his sniping skills were earned bit by bit on the battlefield, with his blood and life accumulated bit by bit.
Dujian had always taken pride in his experience, but at this moment, he suddenly understood how important it was to combine theory and practice for systematic training!
A sniper who can only grope alone in the dark, occasionally exchanging insights with veterans. No matter how excellent his sniping skills are, there must be gaps he hasn't yet reached or discovered—and these gaps mean death!
The terrifying feeling in the air, now frozen in the air, was the pressure brought by a truly master-level sniper who had truly reached perfection!
"Smack!"
In a corner deep in the jungle, a faint sound of a branch snapping suddenly came from the heart. Poison Arrow's brows furrowed sharply, then slowly relaxed.
Poison Arrow slowly let out a long sigh. A sniper who could even make sounds while stealth—no matter what kind of training or theoretical knowledge he had, even if he could design the perfect cordon, he was still just a beginner trainee! Because he even ...... the most basic required sniper courses. Failed!
Zhao Haiping quietly tossed aside the dead branch he had broken in half, and once again moved with the nimb and silent movements of a snake, stealthily moving through the dense forest.
"Remember, if someone crosses my preset warning line and doesn't fire immediately, it only means one thing: the other party is a master, a true expert who survived the most brutal battlefield!" He is a master you wouldn't be able to defeat under normal circumstances! ”
The kettle had already been taken by Zhanxiage to find a clean water source, and the muddy stream covered in fallen leaves was still fifty meters away. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Haiping first dug a small pit in the soft soil with his hand, then unzipped his pants and carefully pinched a part of his body, quietly spilling his urine underneath bit by bit. After squeezing all the fluids stored in his body into the mud pit bit by bit like squeezing toothpaste, he reached out and slowly mixed his own urine and soil into a mess until it became a thin sludge. Then, bit by bit, he smeared the slightly fishy sludge onto the AK rifle in his hand.
"A sniper who is absolutely confident in his sniping and stealth skills suddenly crossed my warning line, which is a heavy and unexpected blow to his confidence. At this moment, even a battle-hardened expert would be mentally tense. Because no one can completely disregard death! ”
The entire AK automatic rifle was evenly coated with a layer of sludge mixed with urine. Zhao Haiping grabbed fallen leaves from the ground and stuck them one by one onto his weapon, creating a simple yet practical technical camouflage for the AK rifle that would make most women in the world feel sick and nauseous.
"You need to quickly find a well-concealed spot where you can retreat quickly, and deliberately make a sound that exposes your target."
At that moment, the steady and powerful voice of Zhanxiage echoed repeatedly in Zhao Haiping's ears.
Fighting guerrilla warfare in the mountains, every night when camping was Zhao Haiping's happiest time. Because Zhanxiage always used this time to fulfill his responsibilities as a master, teaching Zhao Haiping sniping and counter-sniping techniques. And that damned "South African Flying Tiger" Oransley would always sit boldly to "eavesdrop," occasionally interrupting to teach Zhao Haiping a few tactics and experience he had gained from the battlefield.
"After getting overly nervous, hearing your sound that exposed the target is obvious. As a veteran sniper, the other person usually won't fire immediately when they can't lock onto the target, so you don't have to worry about your own safety."
Although it was only a little over a month, under the guidance of two top-tier experts, Zhao Haiping's combat skills improved daily at a speed he could never have imagined, in guerrilla and sniper battles against overwhelming numbers and using mountains as platforms.