Turning sideways, turning around, half-squatting, and shifting to the right, a clear, mechanical, and even somewhat cold voice was transmitted into Xu Le's brain. When the long-distance sniper bullets flew over from the other end of the forest, these sounds would ring out. Because it was a function of a certain sensory region in his brain, the speed was very fast, and he would meticulously listen to the command, accurately and quickly completing these very basic movements to avoid fatal danger.
Most of the time, Xu Le just stood there, holding his H14 horizontally as he switched to sniping in all directions. He calmly pulled the trigger, standing between the green grass and yellow leaves, standing in the increasingly strong autumn wind, moving the muzzle left and right at high speed. Occasionally, he would turn around and look at the shadows behind him, firing rapidly at an unimaginable speed. Along with the crisp and continuous sound of the rifle being fired, the sound of people falling to the ground could be heard from time to time. In the fortifications behind the trees, the high-speed shrapnel would occasionally cause blood to splatter everywhere.
The troops trained by Du Shaoqing were strong and professional, far more difficult to deal with than the Empire team in the Golden Foundation Building and on Base 3320. The soldiers around seemed to know that Xu Le had a terrifying remote positioning ability, so they immediately reacted very effectively and began to move quickly between the fortifications and the dense forest.
Xu Le was not moved. He still stood silently among the fallen leaves, calmly and accurately shooting in all directions. Smoke and dust rose from dozens of clear bullet points, as if they were all hit at the same time.
Grass and soil splashed, blood and muffled groans mixed together, and bullets flew mercilessly. In the area between the military court and Rabi Avenue, the soldiers tried to make a heroic and accurate counterattack, but they were always disintegrated under the terrifying shooting of the H14.
The H14 seemed to have some kind of magic in his hands, and the bullets did not stop for a moment. In addition to the ability given by The Glory Of The Charter, a large part of the reason was that the speed at which he pulled the trigger and reloaded exceeded the maximum limit in the tactical manual.
The high-speed rotating bullet seemed to have its own cold vision, cutting through the air in a straight line and accurately hitting all the targets. Xu Le actually used the gun in his hand to suppress more than 20 soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division nearby!
Standing at the edge of the forest, he only needed to avoid the sniper from afar. As for the sniper on top of the court building, he had already misfired from his first round of terrifying continuous shots.
Dozens of meters away, a Second Lieutenant of the Iron Seventh Division bravely dashed out from behind the wall. Ignoring Xu Le's strange and terrifying shooting, he pulled the trigger as fast as he could. Then, a burst of blood burst out from his left shoulder as the bullet pierced through and knocked him to the ground.
With a muffled sound, Xu Le's left chest was hit by a bullet. His body trembled, and his face turned pale for a moment before returning to normal.
He did not lower his head to look at the shrapnel that was deeply embedded in the hard ceramic bulletproof vest, nor did he pay attention to the pain caused by his cracked ribs. Instead, he followed the powerful impact of the bullet and took a step back.
Step by step, he retreated into the dense forest behind him. His shooting posture did not change at all. Xu Le silently and calmly pulled the trigger around him, and the crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
The birds in the autumn forest were stunned by the dense gunfire. It was only when they heard the footsteps of the man below becoming more and more hurried and gentle that they came back to their senses. They fluttered their wings and flew into the sunset.
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When the Iron Seventh Division's T Company, who were responsible for security, finally succeeded in closing the defense line and gathering at the edge of the dense forest, there was no trace of Xu Le. There were only broken branches hanging in the air, and broken leaves and grass fluttering weakly in the autumn wind.
The battle outside the court-martial lasted less than two minutes. Xu Le had used up all the magazines he had on him. In the end, even the specially made gun barrel could not withstand the wear and tear and began to become unstable. The Iron Seventh Division's side, in the post-battle summary, was very angry to find that their ammunition yield was pitifully low.
It wasn't that the soldiers weren't brave enough and didn't dare to fight back because they were suppressed by the enemy's violent gunfire. It was just that the 30 or so Iron Seven Division soldiers in this area didn't have a better way to deal with the terrifying gunfire that would cause blood to splatter everywhere.
After careful calculations, the powerful command center of the government made overall arrangements. This reinforced company, which had made outstanding military achievements on the front line, was mainly defending the periphery of the court-martial. No one had expected Xu Le to be hiding under the passage of the court-martial. With a targeted defense arrangement, they were naturally caught off guard by the violent surprise attack from the inner circle.
In fact, if it was not the Iron Seventh Division's T Company who was responsible for the defense of the court-martial today, but any other Federal forces, they would not have done a better job. It was very likely that when Xu Le broke into the dense forest with a gun, the other troops would not even have time to fire a shot.
Several bulletproof black government service vehicles sped up from the other end of the court-martial. With the sharp sound of brakes, two deep footprints appeared on the lawn that had just calmed down a little. A high-ranking officer with a solemn expression and an angry man walked out. They were the members of the Small Eyes Unit who were originally supposed to be responsible for picking up Colonel Riker.
Bederman looked at the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division in front of him, waved his arms angrily, and screamed, "You were in charge of the court-martial! I'm here to pick up Riker! Now Riker is dead! Where's Xu Le? You pieces of trash! "
This genius former employee of the Bureau of Proclamation had spent a lot of money to convince his superiors to allow him to leave the building and come to the court-martial because he firmly believed that Xu Le's target was definitely the second bait. To be able to see a Federation hero die in front of him with his own eyes was undoubtedly the most wonderful thing for him.
But he did not expect that Xu Le would not act as the Small Eyes Unit had speculated. Instead, he would use such a violent and direct method to end Colonel Riker's life in the court-martial.
The strong climax he had expected turned into an unprecedented disappointment and humiliation. Bederman was extremely angry.
T Company was a reinforced company of the Iron Seventh Division that was very good at fighting. For this secret security mission, the commander in charge was even a battalion commander. In his hand was the 2126 long sniper rifle that he had snatched from his subordinates. It was obvious that he had also personally participated in the battle.
Hearing this extremely fast cursing, the battalion commander turned around with a sullen face and stared at the guy in front of him who he did not recognize, who was jumping around like a monkey. After a moment of silence, he directly pulled out the pistol at his waist and pointed it between the other's eyebrows.
Bederman's body suddenly trembled, and the swear words in his mouth came to an abrupt stop.
The high-ranking officer who had gotten off the car with him nervously blocked the gun. From the wrist of the battalion commander holding the gun and the indifferent gaze in his eyes, he could clearly tell that if he had moved a little slower, the other party would definitely have dared to shoot.
He was the captain of the Special Forces of the Third Military Region, and now the highest commander of the Small Eyes Unit. Of course, his rank was much higher than that of an ordinary battalion commander, but he did not want to have any conflict with Division Commander Du Shaoqing's subordinates. Also from S3, he knew very well that although the iron-faced division commander valued discipline, he was also very protective of his subordinates.
"I solemnly apologize to you and your unit on his behalf," the commander said in a low voice.
The commander said in a low voice. As a military officer, he could understand the emotions of the other party after experiencing a particularly vexing battle.
The figures of several medical helicopters gradually became clearer in the air. South of Rabi Avenue, the ambulances of the Military Affiliated Hospital were also rapidly approaching. For some reason, these ambulances did not flash or siren.
"Report, 24 seriously injured, no dead."
Hearing the report, the battalion commander's expression was a little surprised, but he finally relaxed a little. Without even looking at the pale Bederman, he walked to the other side of the lawn where the injured soldiers were gathered.
Under the setting sun, the helicopters slowly landed, and the wind blew.
A second lieutenant covered in blood was carried onto a stretcher and was ready to be sent into the cabin door. The battalion commander looked at his most capable company commander and confirmed that he was conscious, so he should not be in danger. He smiled and patted his shoulder.
In the previous battle, the bullets of the snipers of the Iron Seventh Division's T Company had grazed the target's body, but in a close-range shooting, only this person had bravely shot Xu Le's chest.
The second lieutenant on the stretcher took a burning cigarette, the fingers on his left hand trembled because of the severe pain from the bullet wound, the handsome eyebrows on his pale cheeks knitted together. He looked at the battalion commander and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, this battle … is very uncomfortable … I don't accept it."
The battalion commander did not say anything. He waved his hand and asked the medical officer and subordinates to push the stretcher into the cabin door of the helicopter, and then began to treat the other injured subordinates on the lawn.
During this process, his facial expression gradually stiffened, because he found that the gunshot wounds on the soldiers had one thing in common: they were all on the right shoulder.
The only soldier who was seriously injured in the left shoulder by shrapnel was used to holding the gun with his left hand!
The standard bulletproof vests of the Federal forces could cover the entire body, even including the neck, but for the sake of flexibility in combat, there was no protection for the shoulders.
Colonel Xu Le, who had already proven his valiant military qualities on the battlefield, naturally knew this. However, if he could guarantee that every shot he fired would hit the enemy's shoulder, why didn't he choose to shoot the head? Even if he was wearing an infantryman's helmet, the obviously modified H14 sniper rifle in his hand could directly break the neck of the soldiers with terrifying momentum!
Battle was a cold contest of life and death. Even if the enemy only had one breath left, it could still cause fatal injuries. There was never such a thing as mercy on the battlefield. However … the battalion commander of the Iron Seventh Division turned around and looked at the dense forest that had already quieted down, his gaze extremely complicated.
At a remote intersection a few kilometers away from the dense forest, in the blind spot of the surveillance camera, as the last warmth of the setting sun left the cold city, an old metal door valve was slowly closing.
In the underground sewer, Xu Le's right hand held the wet wall as he struggled to walk into the darkness. Blood began to seep out of his left leg, but there was a calm smile on his face.
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