Chapter 7: Being Chased to Death

  Who would have thought that the enemy's attitude was so tough, even mobilizing a large army? This is going to be a fight! Zhang San cursed, "Damn it, you really look down on me, I'll kill your whole family? Or should I just take out your boss? What a big show of force."

  "Not good, helicopter." Fengzi suddenly shouted in surprise.

  Everyone poked their heads out, only to see that the helicopter above the canyon had already dropped all its ammunition and was preparing to return. However, the route of its return flight happened to be right where everyone was located, which meant they would definitely be discovered by enemy planes.

  Out of the tiger's mouth, into the wolf's den. Everyone couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

  The helicopter flew over everyone's heads, not a single bullet was fired, but no one dared to be lucky, the possibility of exposure was very high, the top of the mountain was bare and there was nowhere to hide.

  Time waits for no one, everyone retreats immediately. Zhao Wuji leads the way again, running quickly in a certain direction. The scene of the armed helicopter bombing earlier was a blood-red rolling momentum that made Zhao Wuji feel very bad. Under large-scale lethal weapons, personal abilities seem so insignificant, and he can't help but feel a sense of fear afterwards.

  While Zhao Wuji was sprinting, he observed the terrain. The others didn't even bother to ask questions and closely followed behind him. Everyone had completely trusted Zhao Wuji and naturally entrusted their lives to him as well. Whether they could escape or not, no one knew, but for now, Zhao Wuji was everyone's best choice.

  Half an hour later, a stretch of undulating forest appeared in front, with clouds and mist swirling above, and mountain mists dancing. The forest inside was even more quiet and cold, yet exuding endless chilliness. That seemingly peaceful forest was absolutely a gigantic beast that could swallow everything.

  However, everyone saw Zhao Wuji rush in and followed him without hesitation, quickly disappearing into the dense forest.

  The dense forest has one advantage, which is that you don't have to worry about the threat of helicopters in the air, nor do you have to worry about someone discovering everyone's whereabouts from above. The only concern is the unknown dangers ahead.

  After entering the forest, Zhao Wuji slowed down and said to everyone: "This is my backyard, just follow in my footsteps."

  Watching Zhao Wuji stroll leisurely, it indeed has a flavor of taking a walk in his own backyard. Everyone is amazed at the same time, and they are all convinced and relieved, with their inner worries completely put to rest. With familiar people leading the way and having bold weapons in hand, there's no need to worry about the pursuing soldiers behind them.

  Just after walking for a while, I heard the shouting sound coming from behind, obviously the enemy had caught up. Judging by the sound, there were many people coming. Although they were ordinary armed personnel and several levels lower than special forces, a good man can't withstand a crowd, and a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. Underestimating the enemy is always fatal.

  Being chased by a large group of enemies from behind is not a good thing, it's easy to expose everyone's position and combat intentions. Zhang Peng furrowed his brow, looking at Zhao Wuji running ahead, with bare feet, not afraid of the stones on the ground hurting him. He suppressed his curiosity and asked: "Wuji brother, do you have any way to shake them off?"

  Zhao Wujie stopped and looked at Zhang Peng, saying: "There is a way, but it will take some time."

  "Tell me about it." Zhang Peng asked hastily.

  "In the forest, no matter how many people there are, they can't defeat the beasts. The best way to attract beasts is with blood." Zhao Wuji said.

  "Are you suggesting we start a fight? Let the enemy bleed a bit, then summon beasts to aid us," Zhang Peng asked for confirmation: "But wild beasts won't distinguish between friend and foe, they'll bring trouble to us too."

  "Don't worry, I've said it before, this is my backyard." Zhao Wuji said: "If you agree, the front is a good ambush point."

  "Alright, I've had enough! If you dare to chase me, I'll knock out your teeth!" Zhang Peng said fiercely. It was clear that being chased for these past few days had built up a bellyful of resentment in him.

  Everyone was excited and cheered loudly when they heard that there would be a fight, as they had been holding back for so many days and urgently needed to vent.

  The location was quickly selected, everyone being military personnel, knew how to utilize the terrain, and how to protect themselves while striking at the enemy. Brin, an expert in explosives, went to set up a few things, such as laying down some tripwires and burying landmines. Zhang Peng pulled him back, saying that this operation was only intended to injure a few people, there was no need to make such a big fuss, and with limited weapons, it was better to save them for later use.

  Everyone thinks it's just a small disturbance at first, but soon gets excited again. After all, it's better than not fighting at all, right?

  After several rounds of plunder, everyone's gains were not small. Each person carried a sniper rifle and an AK-47 for assault, as well as plenty of hand grenades and bullets, making them well-equipped.

  The war broke out, and several people opened the safety of their sniper rifles, lying on the ground like wood, motionless, staring forward, focused, powerful, worthy of being the elite in the army, instantly entering a state of combat.

  Among the few people, Zhao Wujie was actually the most idle. Except for a large bow, he only had a mountain-opening knife on his body. The military dagger had already been returned to Fengzi, with Fengzi's name on it. Even if Zhao Wujie liked it very much, he understood the principle of not taking what belongs to others.

  Zhang Peng's eyes scanned the surroundings, his ears listening to every direction. He saw Zhao Wuji lying on the ground, looking very bored, with a blade of grass in his mouth and an air of relaxation about him. From time to time, he would sneak glances at everyone's sniper rifles, and a hint of envy and curiosity would flash across his eyes. Unable to help but chuckle, he said: "Brother Wuji, come here."

  Zhao Wujie leaped forward and landed beside Zhang Peng, who patted the rifle in his hand and said: "Brother, let me teach you something. This is an AMR-style 15mm sniper rifle. This rifle has a unique design that eliminates the need for a stock, shortening the overall length of the gun. In order to achieve greater kinetic energy, the barrel also eliminated the rifling, with a capacity of 5 rounds, and can also use the currently under development 8-round or 10-round magazine."

  He then pointed to the sight and other functional components, saying: "Optical sight, with a magnification of 10 times, it can penetrate 40mm thick rolled homogeneous armor plate at a distance of 800 meters, and has a good "secondary fragmentation effect". This gun can be used to deal with light armored vehicles, helicopters, aircraft on the apron, fuel tanks, supply depots, radar systems, etc. It is almost like a "cannon" in the hands of infantrymen, a very powerful guy, a man among men.

  To be honest, Zhao Wuji wasn't very interested in firearms. Zhang Peng could tell from his reaction that he was probably more interested in how to shoot, so he explained it in simple terms: "A godly shooter is someone who lies in wait at a distance, shoots the target in the head with one shot, and then immediately leaves after completing their mission."

  As he spoke, he handed the gun to Zhao Wuji and explained how to use it on the spot, explaining what each part was for, how to open the bolt, how to fire, and how to aim. After giving a brief explanation, he continued: "Brother Wuji, your archery skills are very strong, shooting a gun is similar to archery, emphasizing personal unity with the gun, the only difference is that arrows will curve when flying out, bullets can't curve."

  Zhao Wuji listened attentively, taking note of every detail. Soon, he spotted the target's shadow through the sniper scope. Following Zhang Peng's instructions, Zhao Wuji aimed the crosshairs at a man who appeared to be an officer, his brain. His hand trembled slightly with excitement, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down, waiting for the order.

  Hunters go out to hunt together, emphasizing coordination and command. Zhao Wuji naturally knows that this military campaign is like hunting, and he can't just do his own thing, he has to listen to orders. Here, the highest official is Zhang Peng, so of course they have to listen to Zhang Peng.

  After the enemy walked a little further, Zhang Peng patted Zhao Wujie's shoulder and whispered: "Take aim, fire."

  Zhao Wujie's excited emotions came again, happily nodding his head, straightening his body, aiming at the target once more, and firing the rifle. With a loud bang, from the black and white sniper scope, Zhao Wujie saw that the target's head had split open like a watermelon, with red and white flying through the air.

  A massive force sent Zhao Wuji's body trembling, a wave of pain spreading across his entire shoulder. Zhang Peng smiled kindly and looked at Zhao Wuji, asking: "How is it? Enough strength?"

  "Ah!" Zhao Wuji reacted, excitedly nodding his head. At this time, the others saw that Zhao Wuji had opened fire and followed suit, starting to shoot as well. The enemy's reaction was also swift, after losing a few lives, they began to counterattack. In an instant, the forest erupted in a cacophony of gunfire.

  Zhao Wuji once again aimed the sniper rifle's scope at an enemy, this time with mental preparation, circulating his inner energy to his shoulders, controlling his breathing, and treating it as if he were shooting an arrow, another shot exploded a head.

  Watching the enemy's body lean back, he died and couldn't die again. Not a single head was intact. This feeling is terrifying, shocking, and cool. A man should kill his enemies, one step at a time, five steps to shatter their courage, leaving no name for a thousand miles, looking up at the sky and shouting loudly as I go.

  Of course, there are also times when you can't hit the target, after all, the enemy is not a dead target. However, this is not important and has nothing to do with anything. With Zhang Peng and other true strongmen in the army, the enemy will have to pay a heavy price if they want to get close. Zhao Wuji was like a playful child, enthusiastically playing his favorite game.

  Perhaps feeling the strength of their opponents, the enemy's charge stopped, and all the enemies also hid, no longer easily showing their heads. On Zhao Wuji's side, only Fengzi was carrying a sniper rifle, constantly changing positions to harvest lives, as elusive as the wind, worthy of being the team's sniper, better at discovering enemies and creating opportunities than others.

  Gangzi laughed and looked ahead, shouting: "Wuji brothers, let's go! The last shot was quite powerful."

  "Enjoy?" Binzi also joked and said.

  Zhang Peng glanced at Zhao Wuji, his eyes revealing a look of approval, and said: "Potential is not bad, talent is even better. Let Fengzi teach you well later, he is the strongest sniper among us."

  As he spoke, he beckoned to Binzi to come over and let Binzi immediately make arrangements around him to prepare for withdrawal.

  Zhao Wuji saw Binzi casually pick up the hand grenade hanging on his body, constantly placing it in various places, covering it with leaves and other things, and people who didn't know couldn't see it. Some places even had some bullets, and he said: "Brother, brother doesn't have any other skills, do you want to learn? I'll teach you later."

  Zhao Wuji didn't know how powerful these things were, but he could guess that they had a strong lethal power similar to the traps he set when hunting.

  In three minutes, Binzi had set up more than a dozen landmines and many bullets nearby. Zhang Peng waved his hand, Zhao Wujie led the way, and everyone quickly retreated from the battlefield.