Chapter 50: Guns to the Front Line

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became; this System Small World was simply a perfect laboratory where all modern breeding techniques could be tested without any constraints.

"If I could introduce a few dairy cows, it would be even more perfect," Li Mingyuan muttered to himself.

He spent most of the night busy in the System Small World, creating health records for every animal, planning breeding routes, and even manually building several larger chicken coops and pig pens to prepare for the upcoming population expansion.

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Meanwhile, on the distant southern front, a Special Forces unit was receiving a batch of special weapons.

"Comrades, these are new-style weapons specially approved by our superiors; I hear they were produced by our own country!" the commander said with a solemn expression.

"There are five hundred in total, all equipped with new aiming baselines."

Several soldiers carefully opened the wooden crates and took out the Rifles inside.

These Rifles looked no different from ordinary Rifles on the outside, but the feeling in their hands was completely different—lighter, better balanced, and more refined.

"Battalion Commander Li, would you like to test their power?" an adjutant suggested.

Li Yingzhang nodded, took a Rifle, skillfully loaded it, and aimed at a small tree on a distant hillside.

"Bang!"

After the crisp gunshot, the adjutant looked through binoculars and was surprised to find that the trunk of the small tree had been hit precisely, with the bullet hole almost in the exact spot they had aimed at.

"Again!" Li Yingzhang said excitedly, firing three more shots in succession.

Shockingly, the three Bullets hit almost the same point, the holes overlapping to form a slightly larger opening.

"Holy cow!" Li Yingzhang couldn't help but exclaim, "This accuracy... I've been using guns for so many years, and I've never seen such a stable Rifle!"

The adjutant also looked incredulous: "I heard this batch of guns was produced by a factory in Jingcheng, using some special process; the barrel precision is more than ten times better than before."

"No matter where they were produced, we must cherish this batch of guns," Li Yingzhang said solemnly, "With these weapons, our combat effectiveness will at least double!"

He held the Rifle in his hand, his heart filled with gratitude and respect.

He didn't know which genius engineer had designed such fine weapons, but with this batch, they would be more confident when facing the enemy.

"Pass on my order: organize special training immediately; all soldiers must master the characteristics of this new-style weapon. In three days, we will execute that special mission."

All the soldiers replied in unison: "Yes!"

……

In the mountainous region of the southeast, in the darkness before dawn, a small team moved silently through the dense forest.

Li Yingzhang raised his hand to signal the team to stop, took out a map and compass from his pocket, and confirmed their position by the faint starlight.

The mountain wind blew through the treetops, bringing the scent of firewood from the enemy camp in the distance.

"We are two kilometers from the target," Li Yingzhang said in a low voice to the Communication Soldier beside him.

"Order all squads to get into position as planned; we must reach our designated spots before daybreak."

The Communication Soldier nodded and quickly relayed the order backward.

This elite team of fifty men was shouldering a special mission—to destroy the enemy's forward command post and supply base before their main force could assemble.

According to intelligence, the enemy had stationed a reinforced company in this hidden valley, about one hundred and fifty men, with Heavy Machine Gun and Mortar support.

In the past, such missions of fighting a larger force with a smaller one were almost suicidal, but this time, Li Yingzhang had absolute confidence.

Because they were equipped with that batch of magical new-style weapons—precision Rifles and Submachine Gun produced by the Beijing Rolling Mill.

The soldiers marched cautiously, each carrying a brand-new Rifle on their back.

These Rifles looked ordinary on the outside, but only those who had used them knew how different they were—the gun body was lighter, the recoil smaller, the range longer, and the accuracy astonishing.

Even more magically, by pressing a special mechanism on the stock, the barrel could quickly retract, turning it into a short and punchy Submachine Gun, equally lethal in close combat.

"Dongfang, take the third squad and approach from the left; pay attention to controlling the rhythm of fire," Li Yingzhang whispered to his deputy, "Remember, the trajectory of this batch of weapons is extremely stable; they can guarantee hits within eight hundred meters, so don't waste Bullets."

The deputy nodded and led the ten-man squad as they quietly vanished into the darkness.

Thirty minutes later, all soldiers were hidden on the high ground around the enemy camp as planned.

The first rays of sunlight rose in the east, and the enemy camp began to stir; soldiers got up sporadically to light fires and cook, completely unaware that death had quietly arrived.

Li Yingzhang raised his binoculars and carefully observed the target.

In the command post in the center of the enemy camp, several officers were huddled over a map discussing something, with several radios and communication devices behind them.

Further back were three rows of makeshift sheds, piled high with military supplies and ammunition crates.

"Perfect," Li Yingzhang whispered to himself, putting down the binoculars and raising the new-style Rifle.

With the help of the precision optical sight, he could even see the badges on the enemy officers' shoulders.

The Communication Soldier returned; all squads were ready.

Li Yingzhang took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger.

"Bang—"

The crisp gunshot pierced the Silence of the dawn.

Almost at the same moment, dense and rhythmic gunfire echoed throughout the valley.

In the first round of fire, the five officers in the enemy command post fell simultaneously, as precisely as if they had been pierced by the same Bullet.

Immediately after, the machine gunners, radio operators, and duty officers in the enemy camp were hit one after another, their bodies slumping softly to the ground without even having time to react.

"What... what is going on?" the enemy soldiers looked around helplessly, completely unable to determine where the shooting was coming from.

Even more terrifying was that they couldn't understand why their comrades had suddenly fallen—there was no traditional machine-gun strafing, no dense rain of Bullets, only precise single-shot fire, with every shot taking a life.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" an enemy officer finally reacted and desperately blew the alarm whistle.

But it was too late.

In just two minutes, the enemy's command system was completely paralyzed, communication equipment was destroyed, and the remaining soldiers were in chaos like headless flies.

They tried to organize a counterattack, but whenever someone raised a gun to aim at the hillside, they were immediately shot dead by unseen snipers in the distance.

"Behind! They are on the mountain behind us!" an enemy soldier shouted, pointing at the hillside behind them.

A dozen soldiers immediately turned around and fired toward the back of the mountain, only to be struck down by precise fire from the flank.

Li Yingzhang seized the moment and issued orders to the flag-bearers: "Dongfeng Team, suppress with fire; Thunder Team, advance from the left flank; Lightning Team, follow me to cut off the enemy's retreat."

As soon as the words fell, the ten Rifles of Dongfeng Team opened fire simultaneously, forming a dense net of fire that pinned the enemy troops in the center of the camp, unable to move.

At the same time, the soldiers of Thunder Team and Lightning Team pressed a special mechanism, and their Rifles instantly shortened and transformed into Tuji Buxiang mode.

Like Ghosts, they charged into the enemy camp from different directions, firing at close range at those enemy troops attempting to resist.