Chapter 347

"Go take a look..."

Songchai nodded, about to give an order.

The next moment, a bullet flew over, hitting Songchai between the eyebrows; the huge kinetic energy carried instantly shattered Songchai's skull.

Songchai also, like Bali, had his headless corpse sway and slowly fall down.

Leaving only the adjutant and driver, who were splashed with fresh blood, looking at each other.

"Quick! Quick, notify other generals, there's a sniper!"

The adjutant came to his senses and shouted hurriedly.

But it was already too late; one after another, gunshots rang out, and each gunshot represented the death of a Siamese general.

The generals who usually held great power and controlled the life and death of countless people were now like cattle and horses waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, being slaughtered at will.

General Yupa pushed open the car door in a sorry state, completely disregarding his image, and hid behind the wheel, wanting to use this to avoid the sniper's shooting.

But this little obstacle couldn't stop Wesley at all, let alone his special bullets.

A few seconds later, General Yupa's head was blown into a flower.

Not far away, General Moduo saw this scene, and his scalp went numb; he scrambled and crawled into a military truck, attempting to use soldiers to protect himself.

However, it was a pity; in front of Wesley, this sniper who surpassed human limits, any tricks were useless.

Soon, a bullet flew from ten kilometers away, penetrating the bodies of several soldiers, and finally blew General Moduo's head off with one shot.

The special bullet had huge power; even after flying ten kilometers and penetrating several people's bodies, the trajectory didn't change in the slightest, and it could still easily blow Moduo's head off.

The Siamese soldiers in the truck looked at the headless corpse in front of them; everyone was frozen in place; they had never thought that a big figure like a general would die so miserably.

From Wesley firing to the death of the last general, the whole process was less than three minutes; all generals were blown in the head with one shot, dead as dead could be.

After the generals died, the army composed of 15,000 Siamese soldiers was like a body that had lost its brain, unable to receive any instructions.

But fortunately, there was still a batch of field officers; these people were basically the generals' adjutants, and temporarily commanding the army was doable.

"Sniper! Find the sniper!"

An adjutant hid beside the off-road vehicle and roared hoarsely; he hadn't experienced battle, but he had never seen a sniper as powerful as Wesley, simply reaping lives like the Grim Reaper.

"Quick! Find that damn sniper!"

The adjutant shouted, fearing that the next one would be his turn.

"Yes!"

Several junior officers stood out, then took the snipers in the army and quickly searched in the direction from which the gunshots came.

However, they were destined to be in vain and could not find any traces at all.

After all, in everyone's common sense, the sniping range was about one kilometer, and basically would not exceed this distance.

If it exceeded one kilometer, although it was still within the range of the sniper rifle, long-distance sniping required considering too many factors; even a breeze could make the bullet deviate from the predetermined trajectory.

No one could imagine that this sniping would come from ten kilometers away; this had already surpassed human limits.

Therefore, very quickly, several junior officers returned to the team and reported to the adjutant: "Sir, we searched the most likely sniping locations and didn't find any traces.

The person who killed the generals is definitely a world-class sniper."

Hearing this, the adjutant glanced at several headless corpses, trembled uncontrollably, and then without any hesitation, issued an order to retreat.

One was that the generals were all killed in action, and it was impossible for the adjutant to command this army for a long time alone.

The second was that the adjutant was also afraid that the mysterious sniper would shoot a bullet at him at some point.

"Return to Siam!"

The adjutant ordered.

Along with this order, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief; they didn't have the idea of avenging the generals, only thinking of leaving this damn ghost place as soon as possible.

But just as the army turned around and hadn't taken a step toward Siam, they heard bursts of roaring coming from afar.

"What sound?"

The adjutant climbed onto the roof of an off-road vehicle and looked into the distant jungle.

The next moment, he saw a large area of armed helicopters appearing in the sky, approaching the army quickly in combat formation.

"Forty... forty Hinds!"

The adjutant was dumbfounded; from entering the army until now, this was the first time he had seen such a grand scene, but it was a pity that the armed helicopters belonged to the enemy side.

Immediately after, from the jungle in the direction of Siam, one tank after another drove out, surprisingly a steel torrent composed of nearly sixty T72 tanks.

This steel torrent was mighty and rushed toward the army.

And behind the tanks were seven thousand assassins.

These assassins were all fully armed, holding HK416 rifles; whether it was equipment or individual quality, it was enough to crush the Siamese army, let alone that one-star assassins were fearless and didn't have the concept of morale at all, and could fight to the last person.

"Machine guns! Anti-aircraft missiles! Shoot these helicopters down for me!"

The adjutant only glanced at the incoming enemies and broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly issuing orders.

This army of 15,000 people, besides a large number of troop transport trucks, the rest were pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns, a small number of tanks, and a batch of anti-aircraft missiles.

After all, forty Hind armed helicopters were hidden in the Golden Triangle jungle; all generals had long known about this and had made some countermeasures.

Two anti-aircraft missile vehicles, as well as a large number of man-portable anti-aircraft missiles, were their trump cards.

In addition, heavy machine guns and tanks could also pose a threat to armed helicopters within a certain angle.

After the adjutant's order was issued, two anti-aircraft missile vehicles immediately aimed at the Hinds in the sky.

But before the missiles could be fired, two bullets hit the warheads of the anti-aircraft missiles almost simultaneously.

This time Wesley changed the bullets, from high-precision armor-piercing bullets used against people to armor-piercing incendiary bullets.

The incendiary bullets made by Wesley instantly detonated the missile warheads.

The exploding missiles also caused other missiles to explode in sympathy.

In the blink of an eye, two huge mushroom clouds rose slowly.

And in the position that was originally the missile vehicle, only a pile of twisted and scorched scrap iron remained.

The explosion also affected the surrounding soldiers; a large number of soldiers were caught off guard and died miserably in the explosion, and more were hit by fragments produced by the explosion, quickly dying from excessive blood loss.

"This is impossible..."

The adjutant saw this scene, his body trembling with fear.

Immediately after, there were several more gunshots.

This time the soldiers holding man-portable anti-aircraft missiles who fell were all blown in the head, with only headless corpses lying on the ground.

The soldiers around these people immediately moved away like crazy; no one dared to pick up the anti-aircraft missiles again, and everyone was scared out of their wits by Wesley's sniping.

Even though common sense told them that one sniper couldn't deal with so many of them, not to mention anything else, just the bullets weren't enough.

But no one wanted to gamble; no one knew if they would be the next target; they also wanted to live and didn't want to die in vain.

"What are you running for! Pick it up for me, otherwise..."

The adjutant came to his senses and saw the soldiers retreating one after another, roaring angrily.

But the next moment, he heard a "splat" sound, and the adjutant's head exploded, juice splashing everywhere.

The headless corpse swayed a few times, then fell to the ground, a large amount of fresh blood gushing from the neck, quickly staining the ground red.

And this was just the beginning; after this adjutant, other generals' adjutants were also named by Wesley one by one.

The bullets Wesley carried were indeed not many, not enough to snipe all the soldiers, but resolving these officers was no problem at all.

After a short moment, all adjutants and field officers fell under Wesley's gun.

After losing these senior officers, the entire army fell into chaos, not knowing what to do like headless flies.

This is the terrifying aspect of a sniper.

Capable of precision strikes on the enemy's command level, possessing the ability to change the situation of the battle with one's own power.

Of course, only a sniper like Wesley who surpasses human limits can possess this terrifying deterrent power.

If it were an ordinary sniper, the sniping range would only be about one kilometer, and after the first shot, regardless of whether the target was achieved, one must transfer positions.

Otherwise, what awaits the sniper will be various range strikes, including but not limited to rockets, heavy machine guns, etc.

Facing these attacks, ordinary snipers have no way at all and can only leave it to fate.

Wesley, however, can shoot targets unscrupulously from ten kilometers away; this is the gap between ordinary people and five-star assassins; the two are no longer on the same level.

On the other side.

Storm Shadow and the others, either driving Hind armed helicopters or holding Gatling machine guns in the cabin, had already brought the Siamese army below into the attack range.

"Free fire."

In the communication channel, Taylor's voice rang out.

The next moment, forty Hind armed helicopters fired simultaneously.