Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Striking "Alpha" with a Truncheon

The localized heating equipment activated every fifteen minutes for one minute, ensuring the wearer would not freeze in this icy world. The moisture-collecting device at the spots on the body that sweat easily would condense and remove the sweat vapor. If they were in the desert, the humidity wrapped in sweat could be filtered into drinking water.

“Stop moving! Stay alert!”

“Stop moving! Stay alert!”

After just crossing a hill, the reconnaissance personnel in front reported a warning, seeming to have discovered something.

“Old Chen, what have your men found?”

Squadron leader Major Zhang Zhenyu scanned the surroundings warily, chambering his automatic rifle at the first moment.

“Something’s up! Formation three!”

Squadron leader Major Chen Renkai immediately replied, and everyone quickly sought a large tree for cover. The soldiers from both squadrons reacted very quickly, immediately spreading out to set up a defensive circle aimed outward. Their eyes scanned the area continuously, carefully inspecting every patch of snow, every withered branch, and every rock.

Lin Mo edged to a large tree, his sharp, eagle-like gaze sweeping the area alongside the others, as if ready for gunfire to erupt at any moment.

“It seems someone is following us! The ‘Peach Blossom Fan’ in front detected something unusual but didn’t see anything, just a hunch.”

Seeing the questioning look from Squadron leader Zhang Zhenyu, Squadron leader Chen Renkai, sheltering by a large tree, pressed his helmet’s earpiece, listening to reports from the reconnaissance soldiers ahead and on both flanks.

The code name “Peach Blossom Fan” belonged to the reconnaissance personnel in Squadron Three, often the most elite and tricky warriors. Squadron Three and Squadron Four worked together, and to avoid multiple leaders, the squadron leaders divided their tasks internally.

Zhang Zhenyu signaled with his eyes, “Could it be a trap?”

“Unsure, but probably not. Even if it is a trap, unless it is filled with bombs or heavy firepower covering us, they can’t wipe us out,” Squadron leader Chen Renkai said, tapping his “Dragon Guard” tactical armor. Small-caliber rifles couldn’t breach their defenses, giving them more confidence.

Surrounded by comrades, Lin Mo couldn’t activate the Light Mirror Technique; he had to rely on his own eyesight to search. After a moment, his pupils slightly contracted.

To the south-west of the two squadrons, there seemed to be a sniper position. A sniper rifle lay quietly there, its barrel buried under dead branches and leaves, revealing only a dark gun muzzle.

“Major Chen, Major Zhang, I’ve spotted a sniper.”

Lin Mo spoke softly through the public channel while quietly gripping his SVD, ready to fire, the enemy perfectly within the effective range of his special SVD.

The “Night” base had supplied Lin Mo with 7N4 standard sniper rounds and 57-BZ-323 armor-piercing incendiary rounds. He filled his personal magazine with the mixed mode, alternating the two types of bullets.

“What? Where?”

“What? Where?”

Both squadron leaders asked simultaneously.

“Southwest, 830 meters away, by three fir trees, next to a triangular patch of snow.”

“‘Charles,’ take that guy out! Southwest, 830 meters away, by three fir trees, next to a triangular patch of snow, there’s a sniper.”

The squad leader of Squadron Four instructed one of his subordinates, and the defensive circle nearly simultaneously shifted, concealing the bodies that had been exposed to the southwest.

This was the battlefield; there was no time to hesitate. The Chinese soldiers launched their deadly attack without mercy.

The two squadron leaders felt grateful they had brought the "Dragon Knights" along; the ace pilot’s eyesight truly was extraordinary, able to spot the enemy’s sniper with just his bare eyes.

A sniper from Squadron Four immediately aimed his AMR-2 12.7mm sniper rifle, working without the need for an observer. The enhanced sniper function module on the “Dragon Guard” helmet was equipped with a surveillance camera, quickly scanning for the shadow of the person at that position.

This scanning mode has high precision but consumes a lot of energy, allowing only small area scans and not capable of long-range scanning over extended periods.

“Lock on the target!” The blond, blue-eyed warrior known as “Charles,” of Chinese Russian descent, quickly found the target and placed his finger on the trigger.

This new domestic sniper rifle’s combat performance rivaled that of the Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, capable of delivering 12.7mm high-precision long-range ammunition or explosive incendiary multi-functional rounds, capable of separating flesh from bone.

Such foreign warriors were quite common in the fourth squad, even making up a significant portion of it.

The Chinese Russian ethnicity traces back to the early 18th century Tsarist Russia, living in northern Xinjiang, various parts of Northeast China, and inner Mongolia, retaining the Chinese language, Russian language, and Russian cultural customs.

Just as “Charles” was about to pull the trigger, a light suddenly illuminated the sniper’s position.

Light?

The sniper’s position suddenly lit up, exposing him entirely!

It must have been an LED flashlight, blinking away.

“Hey, what are they doing?” “Charles” wondered. As a fellow sniper, he couldn’t comprehend what this sniper was doing. Was he trying to commit suicide? This wasn’t a child’s game!

“It’s Morse code!” came Major Zhang Zhenyu’s voice from the headset, who added after a moment, “It’s Alpha!”

“Uh! How did Alpha get involved? Didn’t they say it had nothing to do with them?”

Major Chen Renkai’s voice from Squadron Three interrupted on the radio channel.

“They said they came to observe the military exercises.”

“Damn it! These guys are meddling in affairs that don’t concern them. Tell them bullets don’t discriminate between Alpha and Signal Flags; they should scram!”

“Yes!” Another soldier’s voice echoed, likely someone who understood Morse code as well.

“Charles” maintained his focus, still holding his position. The battlefield data collected by the “Dragon Guard” continuously shared wind direction and other details with his personal digital system, constantly updating the shooting parameters, while he slightly adjusted his AMR-2 sniper rifle to maintain optimal shooting data.

China’s position also flickered with flashlight beams.

“They told us to scram! Пиздец (damn it)!” Nyarl Grodovyevich, code-named “The Emperor,” huffed in frustration as he yanked off his camouflage netting. He and his assistant had spent four whole hours gathering moss and dead branches to create their cover and had even lain in wait long enough for their scent to dissipate, believing they had blended perfectly with the environment. Little did they know they had somehow revealed themselves.

“We should leave quickly, ‘The Emperor’!”

His assistant immediately judged that the Chinese had discovered them and used binoculars to see the Chinese sniper locking onto their position. At that moment, his heart raced, and in a moment of quick thinking, he took out a flashlight to signal.

They were ordered to observe the Chinese movements and handle any stragglers, all while harboring thoughts of competing with the Chinese.

Suddenly, they were discovered.

How could they so easily allow the Chinese special operations team to slip in? The Russian high command was known for their keen insights; if this became public, it would cause a huge uproar.

But both military sides had many excuses regarding the "exercise."

Just a little further, and they would have met their fate without understanding the circumstances.

Lowering his weapon, “The Emperor” Nyarl Grodovyevich stood up from his sniper position, glanced at the unfazed Chinese soldiers, and patted his assistant. “Vagim (Bully), let’s go! Hmph, Chinese, we shall see!”

“The Emperor” was not one to back down easily.

“Uh…” his assistant made no reply, only a muted grunt.

“Who’s there?” Alarm bells rang in “The Emperor’s” mind. He barely had time to lift his rifle when he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, causing his sniper rifle to be violently snatched away.

“My SV-99…”

This was the last thought before “The Emperor” slipped into unconsciousness.

“Ah! How did the ‘Dragon Knight’ end up here?”

“When did he come over? What’s happening?”

Squadron leader Major Chen Renkai and Squadron leader Major Zhang Zhenyu exchanged incredulous looks, hardly believing their eyes. They turned to look at Lin Mo’s original position, which was empty and devoid of life.

The squad sniper “Charles” seemed stunned, pulling his eyes away from the scope.

Just moments ago, he had seen a sniper team from one of Russia’s elite special forces, “Alpha,” rising from the ground and preparing to leave when they were unexpectedly knocked down by a figure that appeared behind them.

This sudden change left both squad leaders unprepared.

“Hey, is that you, ‘Dragon Knight’?” Squadron leader Chen Renkai asked through his helmet’s Mike.

“It’s me! Squadron leader Three!”

Lin Mo’s voice came through the radio.

“When did you get over there? I didn’t see you.”

As for the two Alpha soldiers being knocked out, that was not what Squadron leader Chen Renkai was concerned about. He was more intrigued about how this pilot had mysteriously appeared 800 meters away without anyone noticing.