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Daytime Fireworks did not bloom in a particularly beautiful place; instead, it appeared pale and powerless, overshadowed by the impending stage of war and smoke.
A firework vanished into the sky, while another burst suddenly into brilliance on the ground.
“Puff!” A faint sound echoed as a soldier from Yang Chou fell before even engaging in battle, marking a tragic farewell.
The two sides were originally four hundred meters apart, a distance that ordinary firearms could not reach. Yet, as soon as the fighting began, one of their own was struck down. What could explain this?
“Puff!” Before he could ponder the outcome, another comrade beside him was shot and declared “dead.”
Witnessing two brothers fall in quick succession left one team member completely stunned, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
However, not all the Terrorists were panicking. The soldiers trained by Yang Chou, more rugged than useless, quickly reacted after the second brother was hit. One of them shouted loudly, almost reaching the front lines.
“The enemy has a sniper! Everyone down, down!”
With this reminder, Yang Chou’s side suddenly came to their senses and immediately crouched down to hide in the trenches they had dug, temporarily avoiding the danger.
In this confrontation between two armies, weapons were chosen freely. Aside from large-scale destructive Shell weapons, everything else was fair game. However, sniping was not something Yang Chou would choose because it could not play a decisive role on the front lines. The enemy opted for sniping because they believed their numerical advantage would allow them to switch to other firearms like submachine guns once the enemy got within close range.
Seeing that sniping troubled their opponents, the Terrorists seized the opportunity and surged forward with their main force, intending to use their numbers to overwhelm the enemy's frontline troops.
At the start of the battle, no one expected Yang Chou’s side to be so passive and caught off guard; the situation was dire.
Meanwhile, in the command center, Yang Chou focused intently on the screen before him. Listening to reports from his subordinates, his expression remained calm and resolute as a mountain; he showed no signs of panic. He had great faith in his two subordinates responsible for frontline command. Regardless of their abilities, their composure would stabilize the morale of the troops.
Jufeng was currently deep in the forest with Yang Fang, closely monitoring the unfolding battle ahead. Originally sent to the front lines by Yang Chou, he was likely to become cannon fodder at the very start. In fact, if he had been there, he might have fallen under the care of Yang Chou’s two subordinates who would lead him into danger. However, at a critical moment, Yang Fang played an important role by inviting Jufeng to join him, thus avoiding being trapped.
Seeing their side being pressed by the enemy, Yang Fang’s face turned anxious as he murmured to himself, “These bastards are actually using snipers; how shameless! Relying on their numbers to play dirty.”
Jufeng had been closely monitoring the situation. Although the sudden appearance of the Sniper Rifle at the beginning had caused injuries to dozens of brothers, it did not significantly impact the overall situation. The suppressive effect of sniping was vastly different from that of machine guns, and the enemy's assumption that they could capitalize on the sniping pressure was overly simplistic.
"Yang Ge, don't worry, nothing major will happen. I've looked into those two brothers before; they're both reliable characters. Dealing with them won't put us under too much pressure."
Yang Fang listened, casting a doubtful glance at Jufeng before shifting his gaze to the distance. He was coveting that batch of weapons and was silently praying in his heart.
As Jufeng had predicted, Yang Chou's two subordinates were methodically organizing a counterattack. The enemy had only a few dozen snipers, which could only intimidate but not truly threaten. Once the enemy charged close enough, the two immediately ordered a counterattack, employing alternating fire. Aside from machine guns, they only stayed in one shooting position for two seconds before quickly relocating. Unfortunately for the enemy's snipers, they were not skilled marksmen; their wild shots proved ineffective.
In close-range shooting, what mattered was not just marksmanship but also courage. Those who could charge forward amidst a hail of bullets often ended up taking down more opponents, making it a lucrative endeavor. However, under the conditions of Military Exercises, it seemed that no one lacked courage. Thus, when both sides engaged even slightly at close range, the situation became extremely brutal.
The casualties on both sides continued to rise, with many lives lost almost every minute. This once again reminded Jufeng of his memories of gunfights in the Underworld back on Earth.
Determining when someone was out of action relied on identification markers on their bulletproof vests; hitting specific areas would display corresponding damage. For instance, a shot near the heart would be deemed fatal. However, during large-scale chaotic battles, marksmanship seemed less significant.
As for Jungle Warfare, that was crucial.
The casualty rate on the plains remained high from when the sun was directly overhead until it gradually shifted westward, continuing until dusk finally fell.
As expected, Yang Chou's side faced complete defeat, with only a small portion managing to retreat into the depths of the jungle to await the upcoming long-term battle for redemption.
From the results of the frontline battle, it was evident that Yang Chou's side did not have a clear disadvantage. Especially under the brave command of their two leaders, even though they were outnumbered by the enemy, they still held their ground well; their kills and losses were nearly equal—a remarkable feat.
The bloody and brutal close-quarters combat came to an end. Next up was the elegant and aesthetically pleasing Jungle Warfare about to unfold. Riding on their victory momentum, the enemy forces thundered across the scorched reddish-brown plains towards Yang Chou's position in the jungle, adjusting their state and preparing to pounce like wolves returning to their lair.
They were indeed at the gates.
In the jungle, aside from Yang Fang and Jufeng, there were two other commanders responsible for each side of the jungle.
Under the cover of foliage, Yang Fang and Jufeng were intently watching ahead. Although Jungle Warfare favored them, they still dared not let their guard down for even a moment; the battlefield could change in an instant, and no one wanted to lose everything due to a single misstep.
"Feng, how's your shooting? If you're not very accurate, don't stray too far from me later."
Jufeng felt a warm current in his heart at Yang Fang's concern for him. However, when it came to his own marksmanship, he knew it was somewhat lacking. But everything is relative; it seemed insignificant only when compared to his own martial arts and civilization. Compared to an average person, he could probably be considered at least mediocre.
"Don't worry, Yang Ge. I'm fine. I won't hold you back."
Hearing this, Yang Fang felt a bit more at ease. Just as the two were conversing, the Terrorist ahead issued the command to attack. A massive group surged forward into the jungle.
Yang Fang and Jufeng stood ready, bows drawn and prepared to shoot. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the silence of the jungle.
Yang Fang and Jufeng exchanged glances, both feeling a jolt of apprehension in their hearts.
(To be continued)
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