Chapter 9 I'm Not a Sniper

  "Huff...huff..." Zhao Ziyang hid behind a rock, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the Pashtuns rushing towards him from the middle of the mountain, feeling powerless.

  The mountains here lack trees that can effectively block people, and it is impossible to carry out any form of guerrilla warfare for individual soldiers. It seems that the only way is to borrow Angel's words, use sniper rifles to occupy the high ground and defend. There are no other effective ways to escape, this is simply a dead end.

  The Pashtuns are most adept at mountain warfare in this terrain, and it was by means of such forests that the invading British were defeated years ago, not to mention today with all sorts of modernized weapons.

  Zhao Ziyang stretched out his sniper rifle and aimed at a Pashtun man in the front, his right index finger lightly pulled the trigger.

  "Bang!" The bullet pierced through the air resistance and hit the hard rock.

  "There! There!" The Pashtuns at the foot of the mountain shouted loudly, and they all aimed their guns at the rocks where Zhao Zi Yang was hiding.

  "Bang bang bang......" "Boom boom boom......"

  A fierce burst of gunfire erupted, with bullets pouring down like raindrops, completely enveloping the rock. The hard rock was instantly riddled with holes, emitting a pained groan, sparks flying everywhere, and debris scattered all over, as a layer was sheared off in an instant.

  Hiding behind the rocks, Zhao Zi** couldn't show his head and could only shrink behind the rocks to avoid the hail of bullets. He touched the AK rifle on his back, then patted himself again, and cursed in his heart: No rifle bullets!

  The blood that runs in the veins of Pashtuns is a savage and ferocious one, enemy fire will not scare them off but only ignite their savage blood.

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  "Clang, clang, clang......" A burst of gunfire echoed through the rocks, and a shower of debris pelted Zhao Ziyang's face, sending him reeling in pain.

  He can't hold on for much longer, under the barrage of over a hundred guns, this rock won't be able to withstand it for long, sooner or later it will be worn down layer by layer by the bullets, and eventually collapse under the immense penetrating force of the bullets, at that time Zhao Ziyang will be shot into a hornet's nest, dead beyond recognition.

  It's absolutely impossible to retreat a single step now, the violently jumping bullets completely enveloped the surrounding rocks, and the sound of bullet heads colliding with mountain rocks kept coming from all directions, front, back, left, and right, trapping this place entirely.

  "Bang bang bang......" "Bang bang bang......"

  Zhao Ziyang's body was curled up behind the rock, desperately thinking of a way to escape, quickly scanning the surrounding terrain: here except for rocks were rocks, the only way was to use the rocks as cover and retreat to the top of the mountain.

  But it's not as easy as imagined, the approaching Pashtuns will instantly smash the rocks leading to the mountain. But here can't stay for long, staying any longer will definitely be surrounded by Pashtuns. Can only try desperately, using the rocks that can barely serve as cover on the way to the top of the mountain to make tactical movements and shake off the pursuers at the foot of the mountain.

  In the morning, looking up, the rocks were scattered irregularly in blocks. Zhao Ziyang tried his best to find an S-shaped shelter connection among them. His brain instantly entered a high-speed running state, calculating the distance between each rock and the time needed for movement.

  At this moment, the gunfire from the mountain disappeared, causing Zhao Ziyang's heart to shake, and he immediately lay down, using the rocks as cover to observe downwards.

  A row of five Pashtuns stood in the front row, about fifty meters away from his position, with a single-barreled rocket launcher on each person's shoulder, aiming at the rock where he was.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Four rocket-propelled grenades fired, shooting towards Zhao Ziyang's hiding rock with dazzling white light.

  "Damn it!" Zhao Ziyang, who was forced to a dead end, let out a helpless angry shout.

  He recklessly rushed up the mountain, leaving behind this piece of rock that was already trembling with fear.

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  Rumble! Rumble!......

  The deafening roar of the four-voiced rocket bomb explosion rang out, and the entire rock was enveloped in a fierce flame that suddenly rose. The bombed rock finally cracked under the unbearable weight, and the splashing stones shot out from the center of the explosion, instantly shooting out in all directions.

  "Ahhhhh!!!" A loud cry escaped from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and under the thrust of the air energy generated by the rocket explosion, he was pushed upwards like a kite with a broken string, instantly injuring his lungs, and heavily fell on the mountain slope.

  "Ugh......" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Ziyang felt that all the bones in his body were about to scatter. His entire back was hit by countless stones, causing him to suffer severe injuries in an instant.

  Lifting the cheek that had been smashed into the mountain slope, covered in blood, Zhao Ziyang immediately looked back and saw the thick black smoke produced by the explosion. The black smoke completely blocked his view from the Pashtuns below the mountain slope, this was a rare opportunity to escape.

  He couldn't care about his own injuries, Zhao Ziyang's hands suddenly pushed against the ground, trying to get himself up. But with the force of his hands, his entire upper body felt like it was being pricked by needles, hurting all over, the pain reaching deep into his bones. As this wave of pain washed over him, his body heavily fell back onto the ground, his face smashing against the scattered rocks, cutting open a bloody gash on his cheek.

  Pashtuns shouted "Allahu Akbar" after the rocket successfully destroyed the boulder, firing their guns wildly through the black smoke produced by the explosion.

  "Dada...""Gugugu..."

  A row of bullets swept past the right side, and the splashing earth and stone debris clearly rolled up in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, forming a row of small bullet holes. Seeing the Grim Reaper's scythe chopping from his own side, Zhao Ziyang knew he had to get up and escape, otherwise he would definitely be killed by stray bullets.

  His blood-soaked cheeks revealed a ferocious expression as he swung his fist without hesitation and heavily pounded it on his own chest.

  "Ugh......" A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body seemed to be less painful after spitting out this mouthful of fresh blood, but it was not enough.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" "Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..."

  Zhao Ziyang, who had just sprayed three mouthfuls of fresh blood, crawled up from the ground with a distorted face and rushed towards the mountain like lightning. Following his previously planned S-shaped route, he used the rocks to cover himself and madly charged towards the top of the mountain.

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  "There! There!..." The Pashtuns' cries echoed from below, they discovered his presence the moment Zhao Ziyang jumped up and rushed towards the mountain.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The intense gunfire once again poured down on Zhao Ziyang's body like a torrential rain, instantly enveloping him in a deadly hail of bullets.

  The power of hundreds of rifles firing simultaneously is more ferocious than that of a Gatling gun, tearing everything in front to shreds.

  "Roar!......" A loud roar burst out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and his body suddenly changed direction to dash towards the front right while charging towards the mountain top.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." A burst of gunfire echoed through the mountains, instantly turning Zhao Ziyang's previous location into a mess. The flying debris and rocks created a grayish scene in this area. Then, this grayness was rolled up, enveloping Zhao Ziyang's figure, making him appear and disappear.

  The shot missed and the Pashtun immediately turned his gun at Zhao Zi-yang who was running to the right.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." As the gunfire burst forth, all the bullets missed again. The Pashtuns found that the man on the mountain had moved from the right to the left, his whole body tracing a smooth S-shaped tactical curve as he moved.

  Without any hesitation, the Pashtuns immediately turned their guns to the left and fired at the Pu River again, but this round of shooting also fell short, all hitting the mountain.

  At this time, Zhao Ziyang had exhausted all the potential in his body, and with the speed of a cheetah's instantaneous explosion, he rushed upwards, maintaining this instantaneous explosive speed during the rush, narrowly avoiding fatal attacks again and again.

  His nostrils and mouth corners kept flowing with fresh blood, a pair of wide eyes filled with crimson color. Human life is fragile, but when life is threatened, the fragile life will burst out infinite potential, creating miracles that are difficult to stand immediately.

  The Pashtuns below felt a wave of weakness, with hundreds of guns firing at the person on the mountain at the same time, but they couldn't hit him. The opponent's speed was too fast, even faster than the bullets they fired.

  No, his speed was absolutely not faster than the bullet, but he was flying with the bullet, completely leading the shooting of these people, and his body speed exceeded his reaction speed!

  "It is an S-type tactical maneuver, covering fire"

  "Covering fire!!" A seasoned old Pashtun yelled out a warning.

  They finally reacted, abandoning the subconscious aiming and shooting at Zhao Ziyang who was about to run to the top of the mountain, covering him with suppressive fire no matter where he went, left or right.

  Zhao Ziyang, who heard the voice from below the mountain, was bitter in his mouth. With a distance of nearly thirty meters to the top of the mountain, the Pashtuns, who had already changed their shooting method, would definitely turn themselves into a sieve!

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The sound of gunfire filled the air, and just as Zhao Ziyang was about to move forward to the right, he saw that his intended landing spot on the right side had been swept over by a hail of bullets, sending fresh mud flying high into the air.

  He abruptly stopped his rapidly moving body, changed direction from an S-shaped route and charged straight towards the mountain top.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." The bullet hit the rocks on the ground, and the splashed gravel pierced Zhao Ziyang's calf, tearing his camouflage uniform and piercing into his flesh. The oozing blood stained his calf red, a blurry mess of blood and flesh.

  At this time, he was still nearly twenty meters away from the top of the mountain, but he knew that he might not be able to reach the top before being killed by the Pashtuns below. The hundreds of guns that had awakened and were firing at him were not something he could dodge.

  "Boom!"

  The rocket launcher's sound echoed, and in a distant mountain village, a rocket shell that had been fired flew over a beautiful arc and landed almost ten meters away from Zhao Ziyang.

  A deafening "boom" shook the air as the rocket burst into a fierce explosion, sending black and red flames soaring into the sky. The compressed air expanded in a storm-like manner, sweeping fiercely in all directions.

  Zhao Ziyang, who had not yet had time to take evasive action after hearing the explosion behind him, suddenly found his body propelled upwards by the violent air blast and was pushed all the way up to the top of the mountain. As his body was blown up the mountain by the rocket's shockwave, he finally escaped the gunfire from the Pashtun fighters halfway up the mountain.

  "Bang!" Zhao Ziyang was heavily flipped over on the mountain top, and just as he was about to open his mouth, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. His whole body instantly went limp, lying there panting heavily, with a stream of bloody foam constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, his body suffering an unprecedented severe injury.

  "Uhh..." A pained groan escaped Zhao Ziyang's lips as he struggled to crawl behind a protruding rock, where he set up his sniper rifle aimed at the Pashtuns below.

  He must drive these Pashtuns back, otherwise he will hardly escape with his life.