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"Fire!" The Young Commander in the command room watched as the Laser Rangefinder displayed a sufficient distance, with wind speed, direction, and humidity all meeting the current shooting standards. More importantly, the distant targets had begun to turn and attempt to flee.
They absolutely could not let them escape. It was easy to take down the bus, but those old Jeeps were still quite fast.
The reason for not firing earlier was that they needed to avoid shooting from a difficult position. There was an area below the slope that served as a blind spot for shooting, allowing the targets to escape amidst the chaos.
But did they really think they were safe at over two hundred meters away? That was a grave mistake. The designed blind spot was on a steep incline, and a mountain path over a hundred meters long could provide some cover for a while. However, now that they wanted to leave, they would have to run within shooting range.
At the moment the order was given, it wasn't the Machine Gunners who fired first; they needed to warm up their Machine Guns, firing twice in quick succession to adjust their aim.
Unlike them, the snipers had already zeroed in on the fleeing Jeeps. Their roles were clearly defined, with precise commands—this was what they loved most: striking down those in distress.
One by one, the snipers used unfamiliar firearms, doing their best to remain calm.
They didn't understand why their superiors forbade them from using their usual weapons. Knowledge told them they had to follow orders now because news had come that the Big Boss had arrived, and the weapons they were using were provided by him. Even if they didn't use them today, they would likely have to switch to these strange and heavy firearms in the future.
What they didn't know was that the rifles in their hands were among the strongest sniper rifles in this post-apocalyptic world. The Anti-Material Sniper Rifle paled in comparison; what they held could almost be considered artillery.
Ignoring stealth entirely, these rifles had one mission: a single shot meant to take life.
For some reason, their hearts raced as they loaded the hefty bullets into the chambers and carefully aimed.
They had never used such firearms before. They could only focus on hitting the center of their target without being able to calculate bullet drift or gravitational effects.
Fortunately, at such a close distance of over two hundred meters, it felt like shooting at something right in front of them; as long as their aim was true, they would surely hit their target.
The moment they received the command, everyone held their breath, ensuring their bullets accurately targeted their mark. This was to stabilize their bodies and suppress their heartbeats. They controlled their breathing to prevent any tremors.
In that fleeting moment, their bullets would be at their most accurate. However, in reality, they rarely employed such techniques in actual sniper battles because it would only quicken their heart rates and elevate blood pressure; at most, they could fire three shots before being unable to continue.
The only advantage now was that they didn’t have to worry about much. One shot would suffice. Two of them aimed at one vehicle—the target being both the driver and the vehicle itself.
They didn’t know why this command had been given. They just knew they had to execute it.
As they pulled the trigger, they understood why such a strange command had been given. Their bodies trembled violently, and in the instant the firearm discharged, another triangular support on the ground crashed down, creating a pit. The sniper felt as if his shoulder had been struck by a hammer.
Then he saw the bullet from the Muzzle erupting with fierce flames, or perhaps it was some strange substance being expelled.
They couldn't describe this weapon; what on earth was it? A cannon? With such a massive recoil, could it even be called a firearm?
This was also the only weapon in the Hope Gathering Place capable of firing powerful new bullets. It was the first time Zheng Yifan had tested these rounds.
There were only 1,000 rounds available, and each bullet cost over 100 Zombie Crystal s. The price was exorbitant.
Yet Zheng Yifan anticipated the impact of the battle.
The bullet sliced through the air and struck those Jeeps.
The first to be hit was a Hummer—a military Hummer, no less. Expensive and boasting formidable performance and shock resistance, yet suddenly, its driver seemed completely frozen. His body shook involuntarily.
Onlookers stared at him in disbelief.
Inside the vehicle were members of a gang-like Fellowship.
Feeling the inexplicable sway of the vehicle, the driver's hands lost all strength.
Then they felt the force of an explosion, as if struck by a Shell.
The distant sniper nearly forgot to continue shooting; he couldn't shoot anymore because there were no targets left.
Before them, those Jeeps and off-road vehicles shuddered almost simultaneously. They first witnessed an explosion in the driver's cabin as if it had been hit by a cannonball, followed by a second explosion.
This one was even more chaotic; the bullet had penetrated the vehicle's exterior and entered the Fuel Tank.
The sniper himself hadn't expected such lethal precision—one shot hitting its mark. Before they could react, the bullet detonated.
The overwhelming destructive power instilled fear in them.
Was it just a missile that exploded? Otherwise, how could there be such formidable lethality? Strangely, all the snipers tightened their grip on their bullets, fearing that if they detonated, they would blow themselves up.
Regardless of their thoughts, the battle had already begun; this was merely the prelude to the fight. The real devastation came from the machine guns. Even if a suicide bomber approached, it could not match the damage inflicted by a machine gun.
A suicide bomber could not ensure that everyone would die, but a machine gun could. More importantly, while a suicide bomber's explosion was momentary, a machine gun could keep firing until every zombie was dead.
Using bombs against a million zombies was simply not cost-effective because only those at the center of the explosion would die. The zombies on the periphery would survive the blast and continue attacking.
However, machine guns were different. The moment they fired, the soldiers felt their blood boil, as if all their bloodthirsty instincts were trembling with excitement.
They witnessed their bullets flying out, carrying waves of death that completely obliterated the heads of zombies in front of them. Only the child zombies managed to escape unscathed. But that was fine; after the first wave of zombies was mowed down, the bullets retained their momentum. This was just the beginning; what followed would be even more terrifying. The bullets tore through the first zombie and struck the second one. The force wasn't as intense as at first; it didn't penetrate instantly but advanced in a spiraling motion, ripping apart the zombie's body before exploding on the last one.
It wasn't an extremely powerful explosion, but it was enough to unleash all its remaining force.
One bullet took down three zombies. With hundreds of machine guns firing simultaneously, they felt an exhilarating rush of slaughter as the front line of zombies rapidly diminished. (To be continued.)
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