Chapter 4: War Does Not Need Humanity

  In the dead of night, on the clock tower near the train station. "Zanlang, do you know what war is?" Daozi asked the observer beside him who was still shorter than his gun while putting a condom ("man's companion") on the muzzle.

  "War? We're not the People's Liberation Army, let's not tarnish the word 'war'. Call it a battle if you must... damn it, I'm only 14 years old! Think about what we've been through, don't even mention those damned Vietnamese monkeys, do you remember seven years ago? Our company of over 80 people, how many died at the hands of our own kind? If not for... never mind. Found a US patrol unit! Bearing 10 o'clock, 1200 meters, heavy Hummer, speed 50KM/h, lead time 2.5."

  The child who was crying uncontrollably just a moment before suddenly became expressionless like a machine the instant he sensed danger, leaving Knife to silently lament that not taking the Oscar statuette would be a real shame.

  The knife took a deep look at the child lying beside him, turned his head to adjust the position. 1200 meters, for a 12.7mm caliber Barrett, it's not too far away. In the fluorescent aiming mirror, the T-shaped gap slowly locked onto the engine of the reloaded Hummer, and the knife's right middle finger slowly increased the force.

  A dull, muffled sound burst out of the gun barrel, stirring up a small amount of dust on the clock tower. This was despite the fact that there was a thick layer of canvas laid down under the gun, otherwise it would have been like a sandstorm in Beijing. 1.5 seconds later, the Hummer, which had been hit by an NM173APS armor-piercing bullet in its engine, came to an abrupt stop as if it had been struck by an elephant. The driver got out of the car, clutching his head and inspecting the damage, looking like he had been badly hurt.

  Snipers using anti-materiel rifles primarily target enemy armored targets, so snipers usually load their magazines with an alternating pattern of high-explosive and armor-piercing rounds.

  A horrific thing happened in the crosshairs of the knife, a high-explosive shell shattered the driver's chest cavity, and the scattered fragments of the high-explosive shell were like a giant shotgun that brutally shot the other three soldiers who followed into sieves.

  Staring blankly at the scene in the scope, although the fluorescent-colored screen made everything a bit distorted, but Lang still felt nauseous. This nausea was completely different from the kind he experienced during training when he stood in the septic tank for three days and nights with his hands covered in filth eating energy bars. This was the nausea of facing fear as one of the same kind.

  Unable to withstand the urge to vomit any longer, Langzi strongly endured and fired a shot at the oil tank. After seeing that the Hummer, as well as the "meat filling" around it, was completely engulfed in flames, the two of them let out a loud "whoa" and threw up. After all, they were still just kids, and even the most brutal training couldn't erase the innate kindness that people are born with.

  The two brothers quickly gathered their gear and left the bell tower, Central Station was too close to the US military's forward base. Although the M82A1's muzzle noise had been reduced to a minimum, the possibility of being discovered in the silent dead of night was still great.

  Carrying the heavy M82A1, the two quickly moved westward. Half an hour later, Daozi and Canlang arrived at Sumner Street on the west bank of Hill River, where they set up a sentry line on the top floor of a hotel that had been bombed into a dangerous building.

  The biggest taboo in urban sniper warfare is to continuously fire more than three shots at the same location, which is no different from seeking death. Through the scope, the two looked at the Hummer wreckage surrounded by a group of soldiers and smiled disdainfully. If it weren't for the Predator drones circling overhead, probably not even these few American soldiers would have escaped...

  Two men took turns keeping watch, and soon they made it to dawn. The lone wolf gently woke up the knife, "Those Iraqi guerrillas were busy all night, shouldn't we help them?"

  The knife followed the guidance of the residual wolf and easily found the corpse of the dead dog on the 600-meter street, under the morning sunlight, a metal head flashed with a faint reflection, holding the SSG69 known as "the precise guided knife soldier loaded in the cow cart", slowly searching.

  In the sniper scope, watching the first patrol car slowly approaching in the morning, Daozi maliciously stared at Canlang, "Last night I took down four soldiers with one bullet, now it's your turn, I'll be the spotter for you ~ hehe..."

  Can't stand the look on Knife's face, like he's eaten peacock shit, Residual Wolf turns his head and changes to SSG69 with a silencer, slowly poking the gun out of the reserved shooting hole. Originally, SSG69 couldn't be equipped with a silencer, this was a special request from Residual Wolf. Half an hour later, the patrol soldier finally discovered the roadside bomb.

  Since the US military occupied Baghdad, roadside bombs have been emerging one after another. No matter how poor these rich young men's awareness of war is, they have also been blown up many times. In addition, there are rewards for reporting suspicious objects, so it's not difficult to find this bomb. Before long, a Hummer drove over and a lieutenant-ranked explosive ordnance disposal soldier wearing a bomb suit walked into the minefield.

  In the sniper scope, 600 meters away, the explosive ordnance disposal soldier quickly dismantled the detonator from the bomb using pliers. Since the bomb was buried in a densely populated residential area, it couldn't be detonated on site. The EOD soldier could only carry the bomb into the Hummer and transport it to the outskirts for demolition, otherwise there would likely be civilian casualties among Iraqi civilians, which might lead to another public opinion war.

  The bomb disposal soldier hugged the disarmed explosive device and slowly walked back, the surrounding patrolling soldiers visibly breathed a sigh of relief, having basically reached safety. In the last ten meters, Lang decisively pulled the bolt, loading a 7.62mm armor-piercing incendiary bullet into the chamber. In the last two meters, the surrounding warning soldiers had already gathered together.

  Finally, when the explosive ordnance disposal soldier handed the grenade to another soldier, a bullet whizzed through the gap between the two soldiers and hit the detonator on the tail of the grenade. "Boom, boom", two loud explosions, the grenade exploded and ignited the fuel tank, in an instant six American soldiers were buried with the Hummer.

  "Simple and efficient, I killed more enemies with less metal and explosives, kid, you lost." The lone wolf sneered at Knife with an icy tone.

  "YOU!" The dagger's eyes widened in shock, pointing at the remaining wolf who was packing up and preparing to leave. After a long while, he finally weakly lowered his hand, "You're a combination of China's shamelessness and depravity, I won't bother with you."

  Suddenly! Just as Knife was about to get up, he unintentionally felt that his eyes were dazzled by the reflective object in front of him.

  "Sniper!" Daozi almost subconsciously shouted, while pulling down the remaining wolf beside him. A crisp "ding" sound was heard, and a small white pit was shot out of the concrete wall behind them. The two looked at the bullet hole and couldn't help but feel a chill.

  He swallowed his saliva, and the residual wolf touched the Kevlar helmet to ask the knife, "Sniper, are you sure you can take out the opponent? The opponent should be in the 12 o'clock direction, probably using an M24. If we don't take him down, we'll have to wait for death."

  "No way, our position is too low, we're almost being suppressed to death. It's too hard to fight a sniper war from a lower position. Let's call the captain." Daozi also felt a bit helpless, no matter what, he was still too young and lacked experience compared to the opponent.

  Before the wolf pressed the communication button, the wolf head's signal came over. "Good kid, was that commotion just now caused by you guys? Not bad not bad, being suppressed by a sniper is it? Haha!"

  "How did you know?!" they asked in unison.

  "It must be that sniper who stole Little Bush's sister, otherwise his luck couldn't be so bad. That kid was actually hiding on the balcony of the building next to us and was eliminated by my brother with a handgun." The chicken-eyed fart's explanation left people speechless, this is probably the most embarrassing death for a sniper in history...

  "Alright, you two quickly gather your gear. I'll send you the coordinates. We're meeting in Salam and need to transfer, or else we'll be blocked by SAS and that's trouble. This is the territory of those British gentlemen after all." After finishing speaking, Wolf Head sent over the coordinates.

  After receiving the coordinates from Lang Tou, the two of them each carried two sniper rifles on their backs and held AK74Us in their hands as they began to infiltrate the Iraqi alley. From Sumarl Street to Salam, they had to cross at least three main streets, and their obviously Asian skin tone easily drew attention. Finally, at a corner of a small alley, the two encountered a US military patrol searching for terrorists. With no time to detour, Lang Hu pulled out a grenade from his waist, held the launcher with both hands, aimed the muzzle at the patrol, and bit open the safety pin with his teeth.

  "What the...! You're crazy!" The second half of Daozi's sentence was completely drowned out by the massive explosion. In an instant, hundreds of shrapnel burst forth like a deadly fan, and not one patrol soldier survived. Daozi wiped the sweat from his brow. How did he dare to be in the same unit as this little grandfather? This guy was too good at playing...Damn it, war really is an inhumane stage!

  Shaking off the dizziness, the two picked up the US military's M4 and found a few usable magazines. Without stopping, they began to infiltrate Salam. As for the AK74U, its rate of fire was too fast, so forget it. Only that terrifying uncle liked to carry one with him. If it were an Uzi, it would be somewhat better...

  After a bumpy ride, an hour later, the two finally crossed the Hill River and arrived at a shabby little tavern in Salam. The four of them gathered together again, looking at each other's smoky faces, bursting into laughter. This damn thing is what brings peace and wealth - war!

  Lang Tou'er led them to a cellar under the guidance of a linear man, no way, the US military's predator drone is too powerful, almost the nemesis of snipers, can only hide here.

  Taking advantage of the rare break, an adult and three and a half big kids disassembled the firearms, but not completely. The sandstorm in Iraq is much worse than the dust storm in Beijing. Even with a cover on the muzzle, mud and sand can still be blown into the chamber through the ejection port. At critical moments, being unable to fire a bullet can be fatal. Didn't that hero from Lin Hai Snow Original die like that back then?