Chapter 544: Sniper

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The fat man raised his gun, bent over and ran all the way in the traffic trench leading to the front of the position.
The gun is a Chuckner military MT-2060II light sniper rifle. It is silent and has an effective range of three kilometers. It can be fired continuously with a mixed bomb. The rate of fire is six rounds per second.
The original owner of the gun was seriously injured. When Nash took the fat man to the position and found the gun, he was lying quietly beside a skinny Sergeant Chakner. The sergeant was lying in the combined medical cabin. Even though the entire abdomen was blown up by shrapnel, he grabbed his gun.
The fat man spoke to him when Nash picked up the gun and saw the thin sniper's eyes. It's hard to describe what the deep and clear eyes mean. Looking forward, or asking, or reluctant and scrutinizing. It wasn't until the fat man nodded vigorously that he attached something to his ear, and the sergeant grabbed the gun's hand, and then slowly released it.
The gun was tuned very well, and the fat man knew right away that it was a good sniper weapon. Careful maintenance and debugging make every part of the gun run so well, so sturdy and reassuring.
In the sky, there was another series of trains entering the tunnel.
The fat man rolled into the corner of the traffic trench. A deafening explosion sounded not far away. A piece of mecha wreck was blown high into the air, rolling down and hitting the ground, making a dull impact and raising a dust. The violent shock caused the fat man's ears to buzz, and the chest on the ground was shocked.
The earth and sand raised in midair fell like drizzle, hitting the ground with a series of fine and dense sounds. The fat man rolled up and shook his head, shook his head off, and continued to run towards the front of the position.
The explosion-proof shed on the traffic trench has been blown to pieces. The sunlight penetrated into the trench, and a mottle filled with smoke spread out.
When the fat man passed through the shattered sunlight, crawling with his hands and feet to the trench junction at the front of the position, the violent gunshots had covered the explosion.
The fat man poked his head. In the trenches, more than 20 Chakner fighters were lying on the ground slopes of the more than 100 meters long position and desperately opened fire. The rearranged firepower points and shooting positions are organized into an interwoven firepower net. The pour-like energy could not stop the sweeping line of Jie Peng scattered on the gentle in front of the position.
Poo poo poo. Several energy bombs drilled into the mound not far from the fat man's head. A row of round holes suddenly appeared in the dark brown soil, and a few wisps of fine dust splashed out, and was immediately blown away by the wind.
"Damn it!" The fat man's face was blue and white, and his neck was shrunk, his teeth gritted into the trench.
"Just come?" Lieutenant Chakner who crouched in the pit and grabbed the energy box turned his head to look at the fat man, and then looked at the fat man behind him, with a scornful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Just one of you?"
"Well," the fat man licked his lips and nodded.
Markwich and four other bandit fighters who can fight as reserve teams are in another traffic trench. Of the more than 30 bandits, he is the only one who truly stands at the front of the position. There was a little fart boy behind, but the guy was collecting weapons everywhere and didn't know what he wanted to do.
"Finally there is a man." The second lieutenant smiled. Patted the trembling fat man's shoulder with approval: "Don't be afraid! The more you fear the faster you die!"
Listening to the sound of bullets plopping into the soil, the fat man turned white.
The second lieutenant looked at the sniper rifle in the fat man's hand and smiled: "Aren't you a mechanic, will you play this?"
The fat man nodded.
"How is the mech repaired?" The ensign obviously asked casually. When the fat man nodded, he turned his head away, looked at his companion who was desperately firing at the shooting position, and thrown a question at random.
"Fixed." The fat man followed the second lieutenant's eyes and looked at the Chakner soldier with his on the top of his head.
Suddenly, the two absent-minded guys changed their faces at the same time and fell to their feet.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded on the fat man and the second lieutenant. The Chakna warrior in the shooting position was slammed up by the shock wave of shock, flew to the other side after the war, twisted and fell into the trench.
"Medical soldier!" The second lieutenant screamed, quickly picked up the companion, took out the hemostatic device to pierce the wound, and wrapped it tightly with gauze. Soon, the medical soldiers roaming in the trenches stooped and rolled over and rushed over to take over the wounded in his hand.
The second lieutenant grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall of the pit and climbed up to the shooting position along the protrusion of the metal bulletproof wall.
As he climbed, he quickly glanced around and found that the fat man was not far away, sneaking on the probe, firing, then shifting like a mouse, and then probe and shoot.
Ammunition waste!
The second lieutenant glanced at it and determined that the fat man was a rookie.
Every time the fat man's probe fires, the time does not exceed one second. The frequency of its actions is as fast as the highest level of the video game "Crazy Mouse". This kind of childlike shooting is also a sniper?
I'm afraid when this fat man shoots, let alone a valuable target preferred by a sniper, he doesn't even see the enemy!
Quickly throwing the fat white man who claimed to be a sniper rifle behind him, the lieutenant climbed into the sniper position.
On the gentle in front of him, the soldiers of Jie Peng surged like tide.
At the forefront of the tide, a [Toyama] mech is slowly advancing. The energy cannon on the left arm side of the mech and the two energy machine guns lined up and down on the right arm pulled out three light chains with different rhythms and ravaged the position wildly. The fire net intertwined on the position hit him, but it was a dense ripple of waves for its energy shield.
Jie Peng soldiers staggered forward, part of the covert shooting, fire suppression. The other part advanced quickly and resolutely.
The hillside was covered with dense gray figures. In just five minutes, they had advanced nearly two hundred meters from the forward position at the foot of the hill to the hillside. If the hillside where the position is not is a pyramid-shaped terrain, the wings are narrower as you go up. I am afraid that with the current firepower of the position, it is impossible to stop these invincible Jeppeng soldiers.
Lieutenant Sampson's rifle was added to the position.
A series of precise shots quickly suppressed the dozen or so Jeppeng soldiers in front of the shooting position. The soldiers were forced to stop the charge and crawl down, looking for small mounds and big trees to hide.
Sampson pressed the stock on his shoulder and shot quickly.
In front of the position, there are some sparse woods. The raised small slopes and mossy rocks provide a good hiding place for Jeppen soldiers.
The sight of the M26 rifle moved quickly.
A slightly slower Jeppen soldier was hit in the chest. He stood crumbling on the slope, the gun in his hand had fallen to the ground weakly, the blood on his chest was like a spider web, soaking in the gray military uniform. .
Jeppeng Mech discovered this suppressed area. The mecha energy cannon turned to Sampson's shooting position. A burst of white light and two fine energy light chains swept quickly from the left side of the position, bringing up a splash of debris.
Although a Captain Jeppen officer appeared in the sight, this was a good target, but Sampson still had to rush to give up the target before being smashed into fragments by the opponent's mech, and shrunk to the metal bullet of the shooting position. Behind the wall.
"Bitchfuck." He scolded regretfully and glanced to the left.
In the mud splashed by the firepower of the mech, the fat man, like a ground mouse, shot the probe quickly.

"how about it?"
In the trench below the mountain, Corleone, the commander of the 1st Battalion of the 2031 Brigade of the 203th Infantry Division of the 203th Infantry Division, stood behind the concealed fortification and observed the position on the top of the mountain with a bracket-type electronic telescope.
Behind him, the deputy battalion commander Bernassera was grabbing the communicator, using his big voice to desperately urge the two companies involved in the attack.
In Bernacela's roar, the staff reported to Corleone: "Master Battalion, the battlefield records so far show that the enemy positions have not put in any anti-mechanical weapons including energy guns and portable missiles. The battle The weapons used are all light weapons. Consistent with our inferences. "
Corleone nodded and moved his eyes away from the electronic telescope.
"Fuck!" Bernasella, the deputy battalion commander behind him, suddenly dropped the communicator and yanked the already wide open neckline with a blushing neck and said roughly to Corleone: "A guarded company At the position, we rushed 20 times in a row with three consecutive battalions. We did n’t fight for eight hours! This face was really lost. Now, the main force has broken through the first-line position across the board and is attacking the second-line position. Gangsters ... "
Bernassera's bloodshot eyes swept across the soldiers with their heads down in the trench, and said cruelly: "When the battle is over, see how I exercise them!"
"This place is easy to defend and difficult to attack." Corleone said with a sullen face. "Their positions are strong and there are no loopholes in the defensive deployment of firepower distribution. We can't beat it. It's our underestimation. For drills, let's talk down, I think ... you still think about taking the position, how to clean up those Chakner captives! "
Bernardsela smiled with a grin: "As long as there is one alive, I can make him worse than life!"
The staff on the side looked at the wolf-like eyes of the low-ranking nobles around Jie Peng, and they shivered involuntarily. He still remembers that in the chasing battle a few days ago, the last limbs of the Chakner captives who fell in Bernassera's hands were incomplete.
The Jeppeng empire believed in the strong. Even nobles have long lived in battles. The bloodthirsty noble officers are mostly present in Jeppen's army. And Bernassera is definitely one of the most perverted.
"Commander, how long will it take you to take down the position?" Bernassela's teeth bite loudly: "The in the division just asked us if we would like to call a fighter team to support us. ........ It ’s so deceiving! "
"It won't take long!" Corleone's face was irony: "The last attack, they no longer have anti-mecha weapons. This time, as long as our mechas burst into it, the position is ours!"
With that said, Corleone walked to the temporary marching table, waved his hands, swept down the other messy things piled on the table, opened the electronic topographic map, and frowned: "Is the identity of the crashed spaceship clear? "
The staff beside him generally packed up the things on the ground, and replied tremblingly: "Not yet, Commander-in-chief. The news we sent back was to be transferred to the fleet through the division, and the fleet has not yet written back."
"Humph!" Corleone snorted coldly: "Thirteen of my people were killed silently. This debt, I want them to double back to me!"
With that said, Corleone swept the staff beside him sharply: "Order the second and third companies to speed up the offensive rhythm. This attack can only succeed and fail. Within half an hour, I will stand on the ground!"
"Yes!" The staff turned and picked up the communicator.
Corleone picked up a pot of water and just delivered it to his mouth. He heard the staff yell: "What?"
Corleone spit out a spit of water, smashing the kettle on the ground angrily, staring at the pale staff.
The staff turned around and stammered: "The battalion commander ..... one company commander was sniped, and the second company commander, ...... was killed!"

When Mech's attention finally left the swept shooting position, and Sampson leaned out again, he found that Captain Jay Peng had fallen to a birch pine. Lying on the trunk.
His body was like a gray blanket resting on a tree trunk. His head fell to the ground. On the back of the head, a big red and white funnel-shaped hole tells everyone why he died.
Only the badge of Captain Jeppon, composed of three copper wolf heads on his shoulders, is still intact and full of texture.
Headshot, who killed him?
Sampson pulled the trigger hard, and the M26 in his hand spewed the energy into an arc at a rate of twenty rounds per second. The bullet chain tore the ground 200 meters away, peeling off the brown bark of the tree trunk, and hitting a row of bullet marks flying around the wood chips. Several Jeppen soldiers who were constantly charging alternately behind the bunker were put on the ground. They could only fire a few shots from time to time, slowly looking for opportunities to suppress the firepower.
Finally, a Jeppen soldier seized the opportunity to build an energy machine gun between a two-meter-diameter bluestone and a big tree hugging them. Tuk Tuk Tuk ... A row of energy bombs swept just one meter in front of Sampson, hitting the bulletproof wall buried in the soil with a muffled sound.
"Damn!" Sampson tried to attack the machine gun, but was blocked by cyan rocks. Except for the machine gun, which constantly vented fire to himself, he could only see his opponent's helmet half.
With the fire suppression of the machine gun, several Jiepeng soldiers on the other side also started to move.
These soldiers who have been trained by the Jeppen Empire, known as the harshest army in the entire universe, quickly used the terrain cover to pull left and right.
After defeating a Jeppen soldier, Sampson shrank back.
He gasped violently, pulling out the energy box on the tactical vest with difficulty, and stuffed it into the M26.
The energy bomb on the head, like a rainstorm hitting the eaves, made a continuous puff. From time to time, several very thin and very thin light chains crossed the top of the head, tightening the pit wall behind the trench of the position. Large and small crushed mud splattered into the pit.
It seems ... it can't stand it!
Throughout the trenches, there were only dozens of them. Lying on the muddy ground are the wounded. The lightly wounded still insisted on bandaging themselves, and the severely wounded could make several medical soldiers busy with sweat.
The firepower of the position could not stop the advancing of the enemy. Occasionally it can be suppressed, as long as the Jeppen people lie down and fight back, they will be suppressed immediately. When the probe went out again, the distance was shortened by tens of meters. Coupled with the [Toyama] mech that has been doing its best, it takes less than a few minutes for the Jeppen to rush in and smash the position like tofu.
Sampson carefully hung the two fusion grenades on the tactical vest. Put the trigger point in your hand at the most convenient position. This is his last resort after the enemy burst into position. With a light press, he can bring some unlucky Japon to the road together.
Machine guns overhead fired endlessly.
Sampson didn't know how much the enemies in his area had advanced in such a time. He looked around, maybe it was time for another shooting position. There are still several vacant shooting positions.
"Bang" ......... There was a very slight gunshot behind him.
Sampson, who was leaning sideways, didn't need to look back. The fat man running around with a sniper rifle shot.
Sure enough, without waiting for him to look back, the fat man had ran to him, crawled ten meters away and fired a probe, then turned back again, and the probe fired again. Regardless of whether it hit or not, this guy, like a rabbit, kicked and kicked to the front.
"Fuck." Sampson grinned. "The running position is quite erratic ..."
He was a little envious of this lively fat man. I don't know if I have reached this point of life and death, it is a kind of state.
Suddenly, he turned his head to listen and felt something was wrong.
The sound of the machine gun on the head has disappeared.
Sampson quickly reached out the gun and swept it out, killing two Jeppen soldiers with their buttocks rushing up, and only then discovered that the machine gun hidden between the rock and the tree was dead. The helmet of the machine gunner was gone, and all he could see was the bark flying off the side of the tree and a shocking pool of blood.
Looking at the location of the blood stain, and then seeing where he was, a thought that shocked him suddenly jumped into his mind ... He turned his head suddenly. Twenty meters away from his left, in front of the curved position, the fat man quickly shot the probe. A sergeant Jeppen, who had just urged the soldier beside him to rush up, was shot.
This time, the fat man did not immediately shift his position, but fired three shots on the spot.
One shot. A sergeant, a corporal, and a machine gunner who has just set up a machine gun! Three blood mists bursting at almost the same time, dazzling and dazzling on the sun and the green jungle slopes!
Sampson quickly searched, as far as he could see, and could no longer see an officer of Jeppen ....... Those who yelled, drove the soldiers, or the officers who frantically charged, those Every time you charge, the officer will fill up his entire field of vision, in this sunny and strange world ... completely disappeared!
"God!" Sampson's mind was blank.
He stared blankly at the fat figure with a probe, and at this moment, the whole world seemed to have lost its color and sound.
In this sluggish second or tenth of a second, suddenly, the earth shivered violently. A dark shadow flashed past him.
A weird mech jumped out of position!
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