Chapter 11 I'm Not a Sniper
"Huff, huff..." Zhao Ziyang, hiding behind a rock, was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the Pashtuns rushing towards him halfway up the mountain, feeling powerless.
The mountains here lack trees that can effectively block people, and it is impossible to launch any form of individual guerrilla warfare. It seems that the only way is to occupy the highest point and defend it with the help of sniper rifles as Angel said. There is no other effective way to escape, this is basically a dead end.
The Pashtuns are best at mountain warfare in this type of terrain. It was with the help of such mountains and forests that they defeated the invading British army, not to mention that they now have all kinds of modern weapons.
Zhao Ziyang stretched out his sniper rifle, aimed at a Pashtun in the front, and gently pulled the trigger with his right index finger.
"Bang!" The bullet broke through the air barrier and hit the hard rock.
"There! There!" The Pashtuns at the foot of the mountain shouted loudly and shot at the rock where Zhao Ziyang was hiding.
“Da da da…” “Bang bang bang…”
A fierce gunfire sounded, and bullets rained down on the rock. The hard rock was instantly riddled with holes, groaning in pain, sparks flying, stone chips flying, and a layer of it was shaved off in an instant.
Zhao Ziyang, who was hiding behind the rocks , had no way to show his head, and could only huddle behind the rocks to avoid the rain of bullets. He touched the AK rifle behind him, and then touched his body, and complained in his heart: There is no rifle bullet!
The blood of the Pashtuns is barbaric and fierce. The enemy's shooting will not scare them away, but will only ignite their barbaric blood!
"Kang, kang, kang..." The sound of bullets hitting rocks was heard, and the flying stone chips hit Zhao Ziyang's face hard, making him feel painful.
He couldn't hold on for too long. Under the collective fire of hundreds of guns, this rock wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Sooner or later, it would be thinned out layer by layer by the bullets, and eventually it would break into two pieces because it couldn't withstand the huge penetrating force of the bullets. At that time, Zhao Ziyang would be ridiculed like a hornet's nest and would be dead beyond death.
But now it is impossible to retreat any further. These violent bullets completely cover the area around the rocks. The sound of bullets colliding with rocks can be heard from all directions, trapping the entire place.
“Da da da…” “Da da da…”
Zhao Ziyang, curled up behind a rock, was desperately thinking of ways to escape. His eyes quickly scanned the surrounding terrain one by one: there were only rocks here, and the only way to fight was to retreat to the top of the mountain with the help of rocks as cover.
But this is not as easy as imagined. The approaching Pashtuns will instantly smash the rocks leading to the mountain. But you can't stay here for long. If you stay any longer, you will definitely be surrounded by Pashtuns. You can only try your best to use the rocks leading to the top of the mountain that can barely serve as cover to carry out tactical movements and get rid of the pursuers below the mountain.
Looking up, Zhao Ziyang saw rocks scattered irregularly. He tried his best to find an S-shaped shelter among them. His brain instantly went into high-speed operation, calculating the distance between each rock and the time required for movement.
At this moment, the gunshots from the bottom of the mountain disappeared, which shocked Zhao Ziyang. He immediately lay down and used the cover of the rocks to observe the situation below.
A row of five Pashtuns stood in the front row, about fifty meters away from him. Each of them carried a single-person rocket launcher on his shoulder, aiming at the rock where he was.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sounds of four rocket launches were heard, and the rockets with dazzling white light shot straight towards the rock where Zhao Ziyang was hiding.
"Bastard!" Zhao Ziyang, who was forced into a corner with no other options, cursed helplessly.
He ran up the mountain desperately to escape from the trembling rock.
"Boom! Boom!..."
Four rocket explosions were heard, and the entire rock was enveloped in a ball of flames. The bombarded rock finally broke apart under the heavy load, and the rubble shot out in all directions with the explosion point as the center.
"Ah!..." A loud scream came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth. Driven by the air energy generated by the explosion of the rocket, his whole body was pushed upwards like a kite with a broken string. His lungs were instantly injured and he fell heavily on the hillside.
"Puff..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Ziyang felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. His entire back was hit by countless stones, causing him to be seriously injured in an instant.
Lifting his bloody cheek that had hit the hillside, 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 hillside. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape.
Without caring about his own injuries, Zhao Ziyang pushed his hands against the ground, trying to stand up. But as he exerted force with his hands, his entire upper body felt like it was being pricked by needles, and it hurt everywhere, even to the bones. As the pain came, his body fell heavily to the ground, and his face hit the gravel, leaving a bloody wound on his cheek.
After the rockets successfully destroyed the boulder, the Pashtuns shouted and pointed upwards, firing inaccurate blanket shots with their guns through the black smoke produced by the explosion.
“Da da da…” “Puff puff puff…”
The right side was swept by a row of bullets, and the splashed earth and stone debris turned up clearly in Zhao Ziyang 's eyes , forming a row of small craters. Watching the scythe of the god of death slashing past him, Zhao Ziyang knew that he had to stand up and escape, otherwise he would definitely be killed by stray bullets.
His bloody cheeks revealed a ferocious look, and without hesitation he swung his fist and hit his chest hard.
"Puff..." A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body seemed to be less painful after spurting out the blood, but this was not enough.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!” “Puff puff puff…”
Zhao Ziyang vomited blood three times again, climbed up from the ground with a distorted face, and rushed up the mountain like lightning. Following the S-shaped route he had drawn up earlier, he used the cover of rocks to rush madly towards the top of the mountain.
"There! There!..." The Pashtuns' voices were heard at the foot of the mountain. They discovered Zhao Ziyang's presence the moment he jumped up and rushed up the mountain.
"Da da da..." The blazing bullets once again shot towards Zhao Ziyang's body like a downpour, instantly covering him in the deadly rain of bullets.
The power of hundreds of rifles firing at the same time is more ferocious than that of several indestructible Gatling guns. It is ready to destroy and defeat all life forms in front of it and tear them into pieces.
"Roar!..." A violent roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. At the moment his body was sprinting towards the top of the mountain, it suddenly changed direction and rushed to his right front.
"Puff, puff, puff..." The sound of bullets hitting the mountain was heard, instantly making the place where Zhao Ziyang was just standing mottled. The upturned soil and rocks made the area appear gray. Then the gray was sealed up, covering Zhao Ziyang's figure, making it looming.
The shot missed, and the Pashtun immediately turned the gun around and shot at Zhao Ziyang who was running to the right.
"Da da da..." As the gunshots exploded, all the bullets missed the target again. The Pashtuns found that the man on the mountain had moved from the right to the left, and his whole body moved in a smooth S-shaped tactical curve.
Without any hesitation, the Pashtuns immediately turned their guns around and shot at Zuo Puyang on the left, but this round of shooting missed again, and all hit the mountain.
At this moment, Zhao Ziyang squeezed all the potential in his body and sprinted upwards at the speed of a cheetah. He maintained this instantaneous explosive speed during the sprint, and narrowly avoided fatal attacks again and again.
Blood was constantly flowing down his nostrils and mouth, and his eyes were wide open and blood red. Human life is fragile, but when life is threatened, fragile life will burst out with infinite potential and create miracles that are difficult for people to see immediately.
The Pashtuns below felt powerless. They fired hundreds of guns at the man on the mountain at the same time, but they couldn't hit him at all. The man was too fast, even faster than the bullets they fired.
No, his speed was definitely not as fast as the bullet. Instead, he was flying with the bullet, completely leading the shooting of his people, and his body speed was faster than his reaction speed!
"It's an S-shaped tactical movement, covering fire! Covering fire!" An experienced Pashtun shouted a warning.
They finally reacted and gave up subconsciously aiming at the target, and began to carry out covering shooting at Zhao Ziyang who was about to reach the top of the mountain, covering his second landing point whether to the left or right.
Zhao Ziyang's mouth was full of bitterness when he heard the sound from the bottom of the mountain. He was still nearly thirty meters away from the top of the mountain. The Pashtuns who had changed their shooting style would definitely shoot him into a sieve!
"Da da da..." There was a loud sound of gunfire. Zhao Ziyang, who was about to move to the front right, saw the landing point on the right side being swept by a volley of bullets, and fresh soil was rolled up high.
He abruptly stopped his high-speed moving body, changed the S-shaped route, and rushed straight to the top of the mountain.
"Puff, puff, puff..." The bullet hit the rocks under his feet, and the splashed gravel pierced Zhao Ziyang's calf fiercely, tearing his camouflage uniform and piercing into his muscles. The oozing blood dyed his calf red, a bloody mess.
At this time, he was still nearly 20 meters away from the top of the mountain, but he knew that he might not reach the top of the mountain at all and would be killed by the Pashtuns below. There was no way he could dodge the shooting of hundreds of guns.
"boom!"
The sound of a rocket launcher firing was heard, and in a village far away at the foot of the mountain, a rocket flew out of the barrel, drew a graceful arc, and landed nearly ten meters below Zhao Ziyang .
With a loud "boom", the rocket exploded violently, black and red flames shot up into the sky, and the compressed and expanded air rolled around like a storm.
Zhao Ziyang, who had not yet had time to evade the explosion, suddenly opened his body while running upwards and was pushed to the top of the mountain by the violent air. As his body was pushed to the top of the mountain by the shock wave of the rocket, he finally got rid of the shooting of the Pashtuns halfway up the mountain.
"Bang!" Zhao Ziyang was thrown heavily to the top of the mountain, and just as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The whole person instantly collapsed, lying there gasping for breath, a stream of blood foam continuously flowing out from the corners of his mouth, his body suffered unprecedented damage.
"Ugh..." A painful groan came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He climbed hard to the back of a protruding rock and set up a sniper rifle towards the Pashtuns at the foot of the mountain.
He had to fight off these Pashtuns or he would die.
