Chapter 1010: 932 last-hits is a good habit
According to the asurent data, Cao Fei adjusted his rifle’s position. He needed to account for lead ti and used his experience to estimate a distance.
To ensure a kill shot, he also factored in so margin: the bullet would hit between the body and the head. A strong wind might bring a headshot, and a lighter breeze might only hit the body…
It was an almost foolproof choice, ensuring at least a hit on the Dahua sniper in the shallow pit.
The sniper from Dahua had no idea he was being targeted. He cautiously crawled to the edge of the shallow pit and found an ideal angle, extending his sniper rifle and aiming at a distant spot.
In the Dahua sniper’s mind, he still considered himself the hunter, waiting for his prey to take the bait.
Cao Fei exhibited imnse patience. Although his finger was already on the trigger, he did not fire. Instead, he waited for any other potential enemies to appear.
About twenty seconds passed, and Cao Fei knew no second target would appear. He held his breath to steady his rifle in that mont.
His sniper scope stilled, and the crosshair rested on a point on the body of the Dahua sniper. A mont later, Cao Fei firmly pressed the trigger.
“Bang!” His sniper rifle’s muzzle flashed, and the bullet tore through the air, spinning across the 400-ter distance to hit the Dahua sniper in the back.
It was a fatal shot, piercing the heart of the Dahua sniper. Through the spotter’s scope, the sniper’s body twitched, then went still.
Blood began to gush from the bullet hole, quickly staining his military uniform a deep red, clearly visible through the scope.
“Target hit! Looks like the enemy is finished,” the spotter confird the death and reported to Cao Fei.
Cao Fei did not speak; he simply worked the bolt, ejecting a cartridge case, then reloaded and chambered another round.
Out of caution, he prepared to shoot again, making sure the enemy would certainly be on his way to The Netherworld—his thoroughness was one of his outstanding qualities as a sniper.
He would not give any chance to an enemy he had hit; shooting again was a good habit. This was a rule emphasized by His Majesty The Emperor in the sniper manual.
Indeed, it was one of Tang Mo’s quirks: he repeatedly reminded his subordinates that “a lion must use full strength to hunt a rabbit, and using a butcher knife to kill a chicken is not sothing to be ashad of.”
Nurous movies and TV shows had taught Tang Mo, like those foolish villains who started ranting after shooting the good guy and those heroes who tried to look cool with a lady after shooting the villain, usually t a bad end.
Thus, when it was unclear whether a distant target was a body or still alive, the best option was to fire another shot.
Don’t worry about wasting bullets; if one shot isn’t enough, shoot two; if two aren’t enough, call for artillery support, then request air strikes…
A brass cartridge case tinkled as it rolled into a crevice in a distant rock. Cao Fei stared at the motionless target, slightly adjusted his weapon, and held his breath before pulling the trigger again.
“Bang!” Another gunshot echoed in the sky, soon blending with distant artillery fire, quickly dying down amidst the intense bombardnt.
400 ters away in the shallow pit, the already bullet-hit Dahua sniper’s body blossod with blood again, jolted by the force of the new bullet, then went still once more.
This ti, the bullet entered through his shoulder, probably shattering the shoulder blade… Cao Fei furrowed his brow; theoretically, this shot wasn’t fatal.
Another shot seed excessive to Cao Fei; even at 400 ters, he couldn’t guarantee the next bullet would hit exactly where he intended.
So he didn’t fire again, but through his scope, he carefully watched his target, who remained motionless. He finally confird the enemy’s death: “Let’s go!”
Having said that, he began to slowly crawl backward. The spotter did the sa, moving backward to where their backpacks lay nearby. Taking their packs, they moved to a new, carefully chosen position.
They had set a series of traps for the enemy snipers; once an enemy sniper stepped into the first trap, everything else was ready.
Should there be other enemy snipers, they would surely seek out Cao Fei’s sniper position and try to ambush his team in return.
However, Cao Fei’s shooting position was over 400 ters away, so the opponent’s guess must be wrong. They would set ambushes in the wrong places, which Cao Fei had already confird.
This was also why Cao Fei was reluctant to change his tactics and open fire to attract the enemy earlier: if he changed his tactics easily, he would have to modify all the ans he had prepared later, which was very troubleso in itself.
Soon, about two or three minutes after Cao Fei’s team withdrew from the sniper position, several soldiers from the Dahua Empire risked crawling out of the trenches. They quickly dragged the shot Dahua sniper back into the trenches, and soon there was no trace of them.
The news attracted other Dahua snipers who saw their comrade already turned into a corpse. The Dahua sniper who had previously killed five Fengjiang snipers knelt on one knee and examined the two bullet holes on the back of the deceased sniper.
“Both bullets were fatal,” a sniper comnted as he looked at the blood-soaked body of his comrade.
Cao Fei actually overestimated the level of military dical care of the Dahua Empire; in fact, the first shot he fired was already very fatal in terms of the Dahua Empire.
Although the second shot to finish the enemy seed non-fatal to Cao Fei, in reality, these two shots for the snipers of the Dahua Empire were enough to pronounce death.
The other side didn’t have spotters providing imdiate rescue, nor did they have advanced hemostatic tools like tourniquets; being hit by one bullet was usually beyond saving.
“Do you know the angle of the shot?” asked the sniper with the most experience and the best marksmanship, staring at the corpse and asking his comrades.
His comrades all shook their heads: “So soldiers at the position heard the gunfire and felt sothing was off, risked coming over to check, and then dragged his body back. The scene was completely destroyed, we couldn’t tell his facing.”
Once again, Cao Fei overestimated his opponent’s level; the ambush point he had deliberately left had not been guessed by the enemy at all, which was like flirting with soone blind, a complete waste of effort.
However, although the enemy did not imdiately figure out the false position from which Cao Fei had fired, they still had their own advantages.
“We know of only a few suitable locations nearby; each of us should take a position to find this damned guy!” a Dahua sniper voiced.
“Right!” His tactics were imdiately echoed by others; they had many people and could cover many places around. If they stationed people at each location, the enemy would definitely not escape their grasp.
The seasoned marksman frowned slightly, walked to the edge of the trench, chose a relatively hidden position, and peeked out his head towards the high ground in the distance.
It might have been a coincidence, but the mound he looked at was precisely where Cao Fei’s team had just opened fire. He retracted his head and then stood there pondering carefully.
With just one glance, he judged that the position he guessed was at least 370 ters away from him, which was based on his unique experience as a veteran hunter.
Even with a 4x scope, it was unlikely to hit a target at that distance. He believed he couldn’t do it…
What he didn’t know was that a complete set of sniper-specific asuring equipnt has already erged worldwide, devices that could calculate wind speed, more advanced scopes, and more precise sniper-specific rifles.
So, he could only rely on his experience to judge, which is cognitive limitation: he thought it was unlikely for the opponent to fire from that distance, and even if the opponent was accurate, it was improbable to hit the target with two consecutive shots.
However, as an old hunter, he had a keen intuition. Although his wisdom and experience told him it was impossible for anyone to fire and hit targets from such a long distance, his intuition still made him suspect that small mound.
Other snipers imdiately ruled out the small mound as a suspect, but he stubbornly doubted that particular mound…
So, when the other snipers all chose a position to ambush the “false targets” left intentionally by Cao Fei, he alone chose a spot he thought was good.
He didn’t even know why he had chosen that spot; it seed entirely based on his intangible intuition.
After selecting his position, the experienced old hunter even made a point to caution a fellow sniper, hoping he would be extra careful when entering his position.
Because according to his intuition, that sniper’s location was likely a trap set by the enemy sniper.
Unfortunately, he had no evidence to base his judgnt, as his hypothesis from the start was based on an almost impossible assumption: that soone had successfully sniped from over 400 ters away!
He couldn’t voice this assumption, as no one here would believe him. Everyone would laugh at his hypothesis and disregard his words.
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