Chapter 11 Ballistic Trajectory Without Trace

Zhan Xiage pointed to his head and said, "Remember, the real sniper relies on here to snipe targets, not on his own eyes and hands! In that notebook, there are some experiences and cases of my practice of sniping, you can refer to it."

Zhao Haiping was really stunned. He grabbed Zhan Xiage tightly and sent it to his notebook. He looked at Zhan Xiage and grabbed his backpack, swung it on his shoulders, and walked towards their preset lurking place. Zhao Haiping vaguely felt that he had followed Zhan Xiage for only an hour, and Zhan Xiage had opened an unprecedented door in front of him!

Zhao Haiping asked in a low voice: "Why do you want to help me?"

Although his voice was very light, he still heard the War Xia Ge. He turned his head and said casually: "As the saying goes, no one should be the first to learn, I just have better training conditions than you, and better instructors and teachers took me into the gate of sniper! Just because we are all soldiers, we want to fight the enemy side by side, I can't hide it like a local rich man in Shanxi! With your humble and studious attitude, I believe you can truly master the essence of sniper! With many excellent snipers in China, I will have a strong combat partner. What's wrong with it?"

Zhao Haiping nodded desperately. He choked for a long time before shouting at Zhan Xiage's back: "Master, wait for me!"

From then on, Zhan Xiage had an apprentice who was eleven years older than him!

Zhan Xiage took out three bullets from the suitcase, "My rifle magazine can only hold three bullets, and the air waves and smoke that it splashed out when it fires is amazing. On the real battlefield, once people who stand within two meters on both sides of my muzzle will be injured by the air waves. With such a big fanfare, the enemy's platoon cannon will hit the enemy's platoon after dozens of seconds. So the guys who use this sniper rifle have a good nickname in the army, called cannon fodder sniper! It's a very vivid metaphor, because most of the people who use this sniper rifle are killed by the enemy's platoon on the battlefield."

Zhao Haiping looked at Zhan Xiage blankly. In this young soldier, he saw a kind of ease and untamedness that faced death and emanated from the depths of his heart!

Zhan Xiage filled the bullets he selected into the magazine in turn, "The first shot I want to shoot was a mercury-shaped core bullet. The bullet filled with mercury can hit farther and straighter than other bullets. When hitting the target, its instantaneous stagnation force is several times greater than that of ordinary bullets! The mercury inside can make a bullet hit the thigh of the prey, but finally blow its head!"

"The second bullet I want to shoot is the German MG-151 aircraft cannon shell during World War II. The bullet's warhead has the dual effects of high explosion and combustion. When I shoot this bullet, it is best to be able to blow him into a roast chicken with one shot. Even if I can't kill the target in one fell swoop, it can still cause him to be severely injured. No matter what kind of strict training a person receives, he is sniped by three snipers and is seriously injured, he will panic and want to find the cover as soon as possible. When he rolls and crawls into the ditch...boom!"

Zhan Xiage made a victory gesture and smiled and said, "Gameover, the super boos were split in half by the sword of justice. Let's go back together to eat a large piece of meat and drink champagne!"

Zhao Haiping blinked and asked in confusion: "Since you have already considered him dead, why do you have to use the third bullet?!"

"The third bullet I put in the magazine is a kinetic energy bullet that is six times the speed of sound." Zhan Xiage blinked and chuckled: "If that old boy Amirali could dodge my sniper twice in a row, and was lucky enough to be successful and not killed by a landmine, I would chase after him and see if his dog legs run fast or my kinetic energy run fast!"

Zhao Haiping said sincerely: "I think he is dead!"

"No, you have to remember a fact." Zhan Xiage whispered: "No matter how perfect a strategy is, it must be practiced on the battlefield to prove its true effect!"

Zhao Haiping nodded fiercely. He looked at Zhan Xiage with the most admiring look and said, "But I still think that he cannot escape from his master's sniper!"

Eight hours later, the terrorists of the "killer organization" led by Amirali appeared in the sniper lens of Zhan Xiage.

There are about 70 terrorists in this group of "killer organization". For some reason, there are only such people, but they are still divided into two camps, spreading five or six hundred meters apart. Like them, they look like a tour group to travel to China. How come they look like a terrorist?

When Zhan Xiage locked the cross on the sniper lens to the group with the lowest number of people, about a dozen people walking to the front, he couldn't help but frown.

Some of these people had white cotton cloth on their heads, some wore round cloth hats on their heads, ragged cloth robes, and all kinds of clothes inside. The only thing that was a bit similar was their originally white pants that looked too loose on the battlefield. The weapons on these dozen people were varied, including American M16 automatic rifles and Soviet AK47 automatic rifles. What made Zhan Xiage unable to help but widen his eyes was that he walked in front, with the iconic bearded man with an old-fashioned rifle on his shoulders.

It turned out to be an old man who looked at least fifty or sixty years old. Under his head surrounded by a white scarf, there was a wrinkled face that looked like a dry dry skin. On his nose bridge, which was slightly curled upside down like an eagle beak, there were eyes that had been experiencing all the time, but still flexible and vigilant. He was carrying a big cloth bag on his back, and some food and bullets might be placed inside. As he walked, he was exposed to the outside of the cloth bag from time to time, a bayonet that had drunk many people's blood.

The one who followed the old man, carrying a rocket launcher and daring to cross the border and sneak into Chinese territory was actually a woman who was not as high as the rocket launcher in her arms!

The voice of deputy saber Zhao Haiping came from the radio communicator: "Master, why are there old people and women among these terrorists?"

Zhan Xiage whispered: "They are Afghan guerrillas!"

Although they had elderly people and children, none of the professional soldiers, including Zhan Xiage and Long Jianhui, dared to underestimate this team! It was through guerrilla tactics that the Afghans fought a tough war with the Soviet Union, the country with the strongest force at that time, for nine years. In the end, the entire Soviet army was removed, ending their "holy war".

In the nine years of war, 500,000 Afghans died, and more than 4 million residents went to Pakistan, Iran and other countries to seek refuge, but they also wiped out 14,000 Soviet soldiers. This is a unique force that has been trained and grown up in the war and has tenacious vitality! Now the battlefields of Afghanistan and the Soviet Union have become past, but the Afghan guerrillas that grew up in the war have not been disbanded. They continue to be active on the world stage. I don’t know when the Afghan guerrillas have been associated with the innocence of the International Terrorist Base Camp.

Walking behind were members of the "killer organization" composed of Uyghurs covered with white veils on their faces. They were like the Afghan guerrillas, without standard clothing or weapons. Some even carried a big knife on their bodies. These people were even more motivated than the Afghan guerrillas. They were only more than fifty people, and they were divided into four or five small groups.

Just as Instructor Long Jianhui told everyone, the core cohesion of this group of terrorists is extremely low, lacking talents who have received higher knowledge education, and like to build small factions and small groups. As long as they kill Amirali, the core member of the "killer organization" who has huge financial support through drug trafficking abroad, their mobs may immediately scatter.

Amirali was walking at the end of the team, and Zhan Xiage easily locked the scope on the target who was faintly surrounded by four or five bodyguard-type terrorists, with a large beard on his face.

After comparing the photo and the target he locked in the scope again, Zhan Xiage whispered: "The eye lock is sure, the distance is 1,200 meters!"

Zhao Haiping and another sniper both adjusted the default 600 distance of the meter on their Type 85 sniper rifle to the maximum. They both opened their eyes wide and watched the grandma Milali walk to their ambush point little by little. When they heard the order of "fire", they pulled the trigger in their hands almost at the same time.

While the War Xiage issued the order to "fire", a feeling of uneasiness suddenly came from deep inside him. This feeling appeared when he slid down from the tree and fell into the encirclement of wild boars and Bengal tigers; when he was sleeping in the tropical rainforest, a poisonous snake that could stop his heart from beating within thirty seconds was accepted by him. This was a kind of intuition of a soldier instinct in the face of unpredictable dangers.

However, the order to open fire had been issued, and there was no room for recovery. Zhan Xiage gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle.

"Bang!"

Zhan Xiage's body trembled violently, and powerful air waves mixed with large smoke spurted out from the muzzle of the large-caliber reverse equipment sniper rifle. A mercury-shaped core bullet with a diameter of 20 mm and a length of 85.3 mm was shot hard at Amira, which was 800 meters away from him. This distance was almost a 100-meter distance for Zhan Xiage!

But at the moment when the three snipers pulled the fingers of the attack, Amirali fell down like a premonition.

The bullets fired by the Type 85 sniper rifle hit the hard rocks, splashing a fierce spark. The bullet fired by Zhan Xiage hit a big tree behind Amirali. The big tree as thick as a bowl was like being slashed hard by an invisible sword. With a loud bang, the trunk of nearly one meter long was instantly blown into countless wood chips, and floated in this cold and silent air!

Didn't shoot!

Zhan Xiage's face was as gloomy as water. He quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, and a four or five centimeter-long shell jumped out of the gun chamber. He made a beautiful little oscillation in the air and fell gently to Zhan Xiage's side. The bullet shell was erected at an angle of 45 degrees to the sky, and there was still a slight smoke rising from the mouth of the shell.

Zhao Haiping suddenly let out a scream: "He is moving so fast!"

Amilali was like the rehearsal done by Zhan Xiage in advance, quickly lying on the ground, but he did not have the necessary movements of watching everywhere. The moment he lay down, his feet kicked hard on the ground, and the muscles containing explosive power in his body instantly provided him with a strong sprinting force. Just by using this sprinting force, he quickly moved forward seven meters with a snake-like movement!

It was not until he really sniped a special expert who could strengthen various military movements to one or two times a second that Zhao Haiping was discouraged to discover that the Type 85 sniper rifle in his hand, which could shoot thirty bullets per minute, could not keep up with the opponent's rhythm at all. He pulled the trigger again and again, but the bullets were always shot behind the opponent's body in vain.

Amilali had already rolled over the second golden sniper location preset by Zhan Xia Song. His body slugged slightly and immediately restored his body's balance and sprint speed. At this moment, the anti-equipment sniper rifle among the Zhan Xia singers fired again.

The distance between life and death was at the moment when it might be only 0:00,01 seconds, and the judgment of the god of death was obtained!

"boom!"

The former World War II German fighter cannon special high-explosion inflammation bomb, which could cause large-scale damage to the human body's soft target, hit hard on the rocky beach that Amirali had just passed. A ball of smoke soared into the sky. The solid combustion medium mixed with magnesium powder was centered on the bullet point, and instantly covered the surrounding area by several meters.

Seeing Amirali rolling into the mined ditch under Zhan Xia Ge's preset, Zhao Haiping almost jumped up and cheered: "It's successful!"

But at this moment, Zhao Haiping heard the order of Zhan Xiage: "Chasing!"

As Zhao Haiping was stunned, Zhan Xiage actually carried his large-caliber anti-equipment rifle weighing up to 26 kilograms in his left hand, pulled out the mp5 submachine gun he had been stuck behind with his right hand, jumped out of the hidden place, and ran forward at a terrible sprint speed like a cheetah.

The mines in that ditch... did not explode!

Before Amirali rolled into the ditch, Zhan Xiage clearly saw through the sniper lens that Amirali pulled out the saber and cut off the robe on his body with one knife. A person who was making high-difficulty military dodging actions could also make such self-rescue actions in time. This only shows that Amirali not only has excellent military technology that is no less than Zhan Xiage, but also has a mind that is in a state of confusion.

Once a person like him jumps into a hidden ditch that can be provided by himself, unless he just steps into the mine buried by Zhan Xia Ge, the chance of wanting to blow him up is pitifully small!

Long Jianhui's angry roar bombarded Zhan Xiage's ears from the communicator: "What's going on? Why didn't he hit the target?!"

Zhan Xiage quickly replied, "Master! The other party is a real master who is proficient in sniping and counter-sniping! I'm sure that before we acted just now, he knew we were going to snipe him!"

"You fart, our operation has been carefully arranged. Except for a few core figures, the participants in the operation until the start of the operation..." Long Jianhui said this, and suddenly woke up: "Fuck it, it's the radio! Everyone immediately changed the radio frequency! Shen Hao, Shen Hao, how are you doing there? Why are the firepower you organized so scattered, why are your troops fighting like a bunch of loose sand?!"

Just as three sniper rifles rang out at the same time and opened the prelude to the ambush, the Afghan female guerrilla who was holding a rocket launcher in her arms suddenly raised her hand and shot!

This shot was definitely not aimless. Shen Hao felt that suddenly there was a red and hot look in front of him. A large heat wave mixed with the scorching metal aura rolled over, pushing him into two involuntary ways. A squad leader screamed: "Come on, the squadron leader is caught..."

Halfway through the words, a blood flower suddenly burst out from the squad leader's forehead. A team doctor heard the sound of cannons and bent over and ran over quickly. He saw the squad leader lying in a pool of blood. When he looked at Shen Hao, who was shocked by the air waves of shells, he couldn't help but gasp. He had just taken out the hemostatic bandage in the first aid box, but just raised his body slightly. A gunshot suddenly came from the foot of the mountain. The team doctor widened his eyes and reached out to touch his head, which was surging blood. After fifteen or sixteen seconds, he suddenly fell to the ground.

The old Afghan guerrilla who was walking in the front seemed to be fifty-six years old, calmly put down the old-fashioned rifle in his hand, and the entire guerrilla team began to fight back while quickly retreating back.

Without the system command, the armed police squadron was in chaos. With veterans, squad leader and platoon leader as the core, they fought on their own and could not impose sufficient firepower suppression on the terrorists loosely in the 500-meter camp and the Afghan guerrillas.

Long Jianhui hissed and shouted: "Machine gunner, what are the machine gunners doing? Fight me! Give me that shitty Afghan guerrilla team first..."

Long Jianhui suddenly saw a pair of eyes. The female guerrilla who was shorter than a rocket launcher was staring at him coldly, and pointed at him at the rocket launcher on the shoulder of the goddess gunner!

"Fuck!"

Long Jianhui let out an angry roar, and he was like an arrow that was out of the string and shot forward. At the same time, the rocket launcher on the shoulder of the goddess gunner of the Afghan guerrilla team suddenly ejected a ball of hot flames. A rocket drew a straight tail line in the air at an astonishing high speed that was not as fast as lightning, and shot hard at Long Jianhui, who was two hundred meters away.

"boom!"

A ball of gunpowder suddenly rushed up from the command position where Long Jianhui was standing. The goddess gunner stood blankly, and the gray hair was probably the old man of the commander of the guerrilla team reached out and patted her shoulder hard. The goddess gunner lay down straight on the sky like a sack. Before the ambush in her hand, the rocket launcher that cut off the highest command system of the armed police squadron had hit hard on the hard ground, making a crisp "wait" sound. It was not until this time that the guerrilla captain was surprised to find that there was a deep bullet hole on the forehead of the goddess gunner!

The moment she pulled the rocket launcher launch key in her hand, the automatic rifle in Long Jianhui's hand was raised like lightning and shot a bullet at her. If you want to attack the instructor of the Fifth Special Force, you must first bet on your life!

The guerrilla captain's expression changed drastically. He opened his throat and said a few words. A group of guerrillas suddenly turned around and ran away.

But it's too late!

Long Jianhui shook off the soil chips and two leaves on his head, and shouted at the communicator microphone: "All the special forces members concentrated their firepower for me and pinched this guerrilla team! Let them escape alone, and you will buy me a piece of tofu and kill me!"

"Dadada..."

Two M134 modified single-soldier six-barrel Vulcan cannons that can fire seven or eight hundred bullets per minute, two squad light machine guns that provide suppressive firepower, more than 20 automatic rifles filled with special steel core bullets, and at the same time aimed at the Afghan guerrillas, an instant burst of steel torrents like a storm was poured out at them.

At this moment, the air seemed to be burned red by the bullets. Bullets that were visible to the naked eye were whizzing around in the air. From every angle and position, with the anger of the new generation of soldiers of the Republic, the mission of the new generation of soldiers of the Republic, and the mission of the new generation of soldiers of the Republic, the mission of the new generation of soldiers of the country, formed a network of death without any gaps or vitality in front of the armed bandits who invaded China.

At this moment, the God of Death was so happy that he jumped and waving the scythe in his hand. He happily reaped life madly. Every time the scythe in his hand was swung hard, a large piece of blood and black blood would burst out from the air!

Pull the trigger on innocent people and drop bombs on innocent cities, creating numerous evil deeds. What color does such a person's blood besides black?!

Faced with such a rain of bullets that were not careful of losses, and facing twenty-four soldiers of the fifth special force who had experienced the world's most rigorous special training and could definitely be called a sharpshooter, more than a dozen Afghan guerrillas were instantly beaten to pieces. Among this group of people, only their oldest captain with the most practical experience rushed into a crypt as soon as possible and barely escaped this life-and-death disaster.

The captain of the Afghan guerrillas gasped heavily, holding the old rifle in his hand that accompanied him for nine years of self-defense counterattack. However, this old comrade who once brought glory to him and welcomed the final victory of the "Jihad" could no longer bring him any sense of security. With his rich life and practical experience, we can clearly feel that the Chinese soldiers are crazy!

Yes, the battle hasn't begun yet, and the twenty-five Fifth Special Forces cadets are going crazy!

After watching so many murderous crimes that happened in China and so many terrible photos, no matter how angry or murderous a person is, he is not a man, and he is even less worthy of being in the Fifth Special Forces. This kind of scammer, this kind of garbage, this kind of man, this kind of man who is not a man, has long been fucked by the perverted and strict training of the Fifth Special Forces, and has been scared back to his grandma's house!

The captain of the Afghan guerrillas carefully poked his foot bag out of the crypt. At this moment, he suddenly saw the most shocking and last scene in his life!

A Chinese soldier who is about 190 cm tall, a fifth special force's best student with five brass medals on his military uniform. He was carrying a super-large caliber sniper rifle weighing 26 kilograms in his left hand, and a professional soldier called a "bird gun" in his right hand, and a mp5 micro submachine gun for the anti-terrorism special police that was dumbfounded when he encountered a bulletproof vest. It was like a passionate stallion, a Spanish bull who was crazy, with a violent murderous aura that never returned, took him to the ground, and a roar like a war drum, swept past like a wind swept away like a broken cloud.

"Dadada..."

A series of firelight burst out from the MP5 micro submachine gun on Zhan Xiage's right hand. As the bullet shell was jumping happily, this old guerrilla who had been bombarded by Soviet platoons, was chased by Apache, was blown up by T72 tanks, and was not flew away, and did not flee. His body was like a rash of rifle and shaking wildly. His eyes instantly became as big as a ping-pong ball, saliva, sweat, snot, tears, blood, urine... Anyway, as long as it could flow out from his body, it was uncontrollable at this time, and it scrambled out one after another. Cooperating with the twelve bullet holes on his chest that were gushing with small blood fountains, it looked indescribable and pitiful.

As the saying goes, the Yangtze River pushes the old waves, an old guerrilla expert was beaten into a honeycomb by a five-star soldier of the fifth special force who had just stepped onto the battlefield.

At this time, Long Jianhui's eyes widened, and he hissed: "Wander Xiage, are you fucking crazy? You are an ultra-long-distance sniper, why are you the first to rush to the battlefield?!"

"I still have a sniper rifle bullet that has not been fired!" Zhan Xiage shouted: "Instructor, this is my first time executing an order. I must not let myself fail! I want to see if the last kinetic energy bullet in my magazine that can reach six times the speed of sound runs faster, or the Amirali runs faster! If he can really run faster than the bullet I shoot, I will not be the surname Zhan in the future. My surname is Ah, and I call him fucking Ah Xiage!"
Chapter completed!