Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 468: Attack and Defense Transition
We must not let them drag us down like this!
Allen took out two bullets of very peculiar shapes - the bullet heads of these two bullets were flat, and the surface of the bullet body was covered with etched lines. Near the tail of the bullet, there was a smallest chip socket.
This is a kind of "sniper shotgun" that can set the detonation time of the charge through a CNC chip, allowing the bullet to explode after flying to the designated position, and kill enemies hiding behind cover through prefabricated fragments.
Allen connected the bullet and the ballistic calculator with a data cable, set the fuse parameters according to the distance, and then pushed it into the barrel.
The power of the prefabricated fragments of the "sniper shotgun" is actually not very strong, and is even weaker than a small offensive grenade, but its advantages are long range and high accuracy, which can easily kill lightly protected targets within one thousand meters.
Allen didn't need to kill them directly. As long as he could destroy their protective suits, there would be no way these people would be able to walk out of the Molten Mine Area alive.
After taking a quick glance at the images previously captured by the combat recorder, Allen chose a bunker with the most people, pointed the muzzle of the gun about half a meter above the boulder, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
This special bullet instantly passed through the space of more than 100 meters, and exploded in mid-air just as it passed over the boulder!
The flying prefabricated fragments and hot metal jets instantly covered the people hiding behind the boulders.
Except for the leader who was wearing a carbon fiber lightweight armor, the protective clothing of everyone else was pierced. The metal fragments even penetrated into their flesh, causing them to roll on the ground in pain.
These can only be considered minor injuries, but the oxygen that continues to leak out from the holes in the protective suits is fatal.
Looking at the group of "subordinates" around him who were wailing and screaming, the leader was filled with fear. He reached out his hand with a trembling hand and touched the scratches on the helmet visor with lingering fear - it was almost that the metal cracks would penetrate the protective visor with three layers of metal coating.
There were only nine members of the cult who could still move, including himself, and they still didn't know who ambushed their team, where they were, and how many guns they had...
However, the leader's breathing gradually calmed down.
He knew very well what kind of punishment he would receive if he failed to complete the task assigned by the prophet on time...
The leader couldn't help but clench his fists.
Compared to the punishment that was so horrifying just to think about, death was simply a relief.
Since you're going to die anyway, you might as well give it a try. If you can kill the ambusher, you might even get a special reward.
He once had a friend who was rewarded with a priestess because of similar merits - those priestesses were all beauties from the upper class of the Ark. To use a somewhat clichéd phrase, their skin was so tender that you could pinch water out of it.
They were simply not comparable to the women among the exiles who had been living in the wilderness for years and whose skin was as rough as sandpaper.
He didn't know whether the priestesses ' skin could be pinched to produce water, because those priestesses were wrapped in thick black robes when they went out. Except for occasionally revealing a section of their smooth and shiny calves when they took a step, they would never show their bodies in front of others - they were all the prophet's private property, and only those who had made contributions to the sect had the opportunity to touch them with the prophet's permission.
Thinking of this, the leader's Adam's apple couldn't help but slide up and down, and he swallowed his saliva. Somehow, the panic and tension in his heart actually dissipated a lot at this moment.
"First, we need to find out the position of the ambushers..." The leader thought for a moment and grabbed a dying cultist at his feet - this guy was unlucky. A piece of metal fragment cut into his collar and severed the carotid artery in his neck. The gushing blood poured directly into the protective suit. He could only breathe out but not in, and his pupils began to dilate.
The leader took off his helmet directly, dipped his hand in a handful of blood plasma, and spread it evenly on the inside of the helmet mask.
He raised the helmet to his eyes and saw that the smooth surface of the mask had a mirror-like texture. He nodded with satisfaction.
Then he kicked the body of the believer who had just died out of the shelter.
Seeing someone coming out from behind the cover, Allen immediately put the target in his sights.
However, he soon discovered that this was a dead man, and even his helmet had rolled to the side - the other party pushed the body out, obviously to trick him into shooting.
"There are still three enemies hiding behind the bunkers, but there is only one sniper shotgun shell left. Even if I fire this one, it will be hard to break the stalemate..." Allen thought to himself, "How about quitting while we're ahead? While the enemy is hiding behind the bunkers and dares not show their heads, should I quietly leave?"
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the leader pointed at the cultist closest to his hiding place and ordered, "You, rush out and pick up the machine gun!"
"But, but... there is a sniper on the opposite side!" The believer had a sad face and shook his head reluctantly.
"Go ahead if I tell you to. I'll have the others provide cover fire for you. As long as you run fast enough, he may not be able to hit you... If you can retrieve the machine gun, you will definitely get a reward when you return."
"I... I don't want to go, please, boss... I don't want to die..." The believer breathed rapidly and begged continuously, almost kneeling down to kowtow to him.
"Are you going to go against the will of the 'Great God' and the Prophet?" The leader's tone suddenly became cold and hard. "The Prophet has given us the power to command you. My orders are an extension of the Prophet's will... If you dare not obey, it will be an act of apostasy. You don't want to experience the taste of the Gu Pool yourself, do you?"
After hearing the leader say the word "Gu Chi", the believer's body immediately began to tremble violently. He crawled to the edge of the shelter with a look of despair and looked up at the leader.
"Okay... okay, boss... I'll rush out after I count to three... Fire support... I'll leave the support to you." His voice was trembling along with his body, which made people wonder if his ankles would suddenly go weak and he would fall headfirst to the ground the moment he rushed out.
"Don't worry, once you rush out, we will all shoot at the same time." The leader's tone slowed down a little, "Come on, run faster, if you run faster you won't die!"
"I know...I know..."
The believer nodded mechanically, then took off the gun hanging on his body and took several deep breaths.
"one two three--"
When he counted to three, he suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the machine gun that fell to the ground twenty meters away.
However, there was no sound of fire support - no one dared to stick their bodies or weapons out of the bunker, and no one fired a shot at all.
But before this member of the church realized the problem, he felt as if someone had hit the side of his head with a heavy punch. He clearly heard the "crack" sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking. The vision of his eyes first turned white, followed by a brief blur, and then endless darkness.
The sniper bullet entered from the right ear, and the cavity effect produced instantly crushed almost two-thirds of the brain , and completely tore the left half of the face apart. Blood mixed with bone and flesh fragments slapped on the inside of the helmet.
The huge kinetic energy of the bullet threw his body heavily to the ground. An eyeball popped out from the hole in the mask and rolled on the hot ground... but it didn't roll far before it exploded due to the high temperature.
"I saw him! I saw the ambusher! I saw the flash of fire when he fired!" The leader stared at the reflective helmet mask, "He is just across the rift, behind the two huge rocks side by side!"
He took a deep breath and shouted to the others excitedly: "And—it seems like he's alone!"
“One person?” The other believers looked at each other in bewilderment. There was only one person on the other side... Could it be that the one ambushing them was not a whole sniper team?
A team of more than 30 people was suppressed by a sniper and dared not even show their heads...
Among the remaining followers, the fierce ones couldn't help but tighten their grip on their guns. Without the leader's words, they knew what kind of reward they would get if they could kill the sniper...
Their boss was not the only one who was eyeing the beautiful figure of the priestess under the black robe. These people had also been coveting it for a long time...
Many members of the church had talked about these charming women in private, and many felt that as long as they had sex with them once, it would be worth it even if they died immediately the next day - and now, there was such an opportunity in front of them.
This sniper is so powerful that he is most likely an important figure among the enemies. Even if he is not, he has killed more than a dozen believers. If anyone can avenge these believers, he will surely be appreciated by the Prophet.
The distance was less than two hundred meters, and as long as they were lucky enough, a stray bullet might kill the opponent. When they thought of this, their breathing began to become heavy.
"He's only one man! Even if he can hit the target without missing a single shot, he can only aim at one target at a time, and each shot can only kill one person!" The leader continued to shout to his men, "Let's rush out together later, and try to spread out the formation. As long as we can withstand the first few shots, we can suppress him with our advantage of more people and more guns. By then, the initiative will be in our hands!"
"He has killed sixteen of us. This is a valuable head. Just imagine how much reward you will get if you can bring this guy's head back!"
Within the heretical sects, there is a very special reward and punishment mechanism called the "Tooth and Eyes Reward". The name is taken from an old saying "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" - the basis for judging the merit of the "Tooth and Eyes Reward" has nothing to do with the identity and status of the target, but is related to the number of heretics killed by the target. The more heretics a person kills, the higher the value of his head. This point is somewhat similar to the "revenge order" in ancient times.
By chance, the leader's friend killed a machine gunner from the field force and brought the gunner's body back to the camp. The machine gunner had killed more than one hundred heretic followers in the previous mopping-up operations, including a messenger of the prophet.
After confirming the machine gunner's identity and "battle record", the prophet immediately awarded a priestess to that man and also gave him the management rights of three large settlements.
Anyone who hears about this kind of thing will inevitably be jealous... As long as you are lucky, even an inconspicuous low-level believer can have a chance to soar to the sky.
"No one can snatch this from me, this guy is mine!" a member of the church suddenly growled, "His head is mine!"
"Humph, then it will all depend on your own abilities!" Another member of the church snorted coldly, "If you want to get ahead of us, you can just rush out now. I promise not to compete with you."
Although they were fighting for the chance, these people still didn't dare to rush out of the bunker alone - they were not completely dazzled by the tempting reward. Everyone knew that if they rushed out alone at this time, they would definitely be killed by the sniper.
If we are going to charge, let’s all charge together.
They subconsciously focused their attention on the leader.
"I'll count to three, everyone charge together—" The leader raised three fingers, "One, two, three—charge!!"
The moment the leader shouted "three", the followers rushed out of the shelter with strange cries.
"Bang!"
The sound of sniper rifle fire rang out again, and a member of the church fell down, but the others did not stop. They rushed forward, holding up the simple weapons in their hands and shooting wildly at Allen's position.
No one noticed that the leader did not rush forward, and he did not even stick his head out to observe the situation outside.
"Bang!"
Another shot was fired, and the believer who had just said "No one can snatch it from me" fell to the ground. A big hole appeared on his helmet from front to back.
But after firing this shot, Allen had to retreat behind the cover.
Although the weapons in the hands of these heretical sects are extremely crude, the bullets they use are real 10mm caliber full-power bullets. A few hits on areas with thickened armor such as shoulders, chests or arms may be fine, but if the mask is hit head-on, he will definitely die.
The bullets fired by this group of people fell on the two huge rocks like raindrops. Although their shooting skills were inaccurate, with more than a dozen guns firing at the same time, there would always be a few "lucky" bullets.
Just as the leader said, they have more people and more guns... At the beginning, Allen can take advantage of the information gap and terrain to catch them off guard, but once his position is exposed, his initiative will no longer exist.
