Chapter 190: Left and Right Battlefield, Strategic‑Level Sniper

How did it become like this?

It was just a small probe; how did we lose so many people, and all the dead were sappers!

The minefield wasn't cleared; any tank or infantry fighting vehicle that gets close gets blown up! How exactly did you arrange the tactics? Fifteen went out and only three came back!

In the command post, the Third Battalion Commander erupted in fury, having thought the Mine Clearance process would go smoothly.

As long as we pinpoint the approximate location of the enemy's minefield, we can combine mortar fire to blow up the remaining mines.

But now, so many of the sappers we sent out have died; if we run another two rounds, when all the sappers are dead, a battle that was originally easy to fight becomes hard.

A soldier who escaped back, dirty‑faced, reported: "Sir, they have a sniper; before the illumination flare went off overhead, I saw someone get hit."

Right, I can confirm that guy's aim was spot‑on; our Squad Leader was zig‑zagging, almost ran into the woods, and still got taken out with a single shot!

Lu Yang!

Gao Feng snapped to it: "It must be him! That kid's eyes are abnormal, they reduce the effects of darkness and complex outdoor conditions, almost like having a built‑in low‑light night‑vision device; he must have fired the shot!"

The Third Battalion Commander was absolutely livid!

He had long heard that the Second Battalion had a sharpshooter.

At first he didn't think much of it, but didn't expect such a huge loss.

Had we known, we would have probed from another direction and reduced the number of troops.

If the loss were ordinary soldiers it would be tolerable, but sappers are a technical troop type.

Before an armored formation attacks, it needs sappers to sweep mines; otherwise every step is nerve‑wracking.

Anti‑tank mines require a certain weight to trigger; unless sappers dismantle them or mortars are used to pre‑detonate, there's virtually no way.

The Third Battalion Commander waved his hand: "Having a precise shooter is a real headache; if the outer defenses aren't breached, armored charges are impossible. I've decided to scrap the current tactics and prepare to activate the second plan."

He rolled up his sleeve and glanced at his wrist: "It's 2:37 now; no action before 4 o'clock. Let the enemy lower their guard and be unable to read our moves."

Gao Feng.

Present.

I'll have you, Acting Platoon Leader Guo Yongwen, with the elite of the Ninth Company's reconnaissance platoon, find a way to infiltrate the outer defenses and harass the enemy's second and third lines. Once the interior is in chaos, the outer perimeter will naturally lose its footing!

Before dawn, we must break the Second Battalion's outer defenses and ram the tank barrel into Xiao Yuan's face!

Yes!

Orders between soldiers are always simple and straightforward.

Gao Feng quickly left the battalion command, rushed to an armored vehicle, and called Guo Yongwen out.

Company Commander, what's the order?

It's your turn to go up!

Already this early?

Guo Yongwen, as a backbone of the Seventh Company, is always tasked with charging and killing the enemy.

The exercise has just begun; it's mostly small‑scale probing, so letting the recruits take the lead is fine.

Gao Feng, with a cold expression, explained: "The first wave of probing attacks was shattered; about ten sappers died, almost all taken out by the sniper."

Lu Yang did it?

Besides him, who could hit so accurately at night!

Uh, that's true.

Damn it, I shouldn't have sent him to the training detachment while he was still in the New Recruit Company, raising a big demon; I've only made my own life miserable!

Guo Yongwen gave a wry smile; losing about ten sappers was indeed a blow and instantly disrupted the early‑stage plan.

The kid's current skill is no longer that of an ordinary sniper; calling him a strategic‑level sniper isn't an overstatement.

After all, a single person forcibly interfered with the Third Battalion's attack method, disrupting the battle's progress.

Specifically, what do you need me to do?

The original flanking plan is no longer usable; the Battalion Commander has activated the second scheme.

You go to the Ninth Company, pick a few good hands from the reconnaissance platoon, find a way to infiltrate, and sabotage from within.

The Battalion Commander's order: before dawn we must seize the outer positions and ram the tanks and armored vehicles into their faces. If you pull it off, you'll be the biggest hero!

Guo Yongwen nodded firmly, indicating he understood.

He grabbed his rifle, strapped on the low‑light night‑vision device, and left swiftly.

Looking at the ace in his hand, he was forced out by Lu Yang so abruptly.

Who the hell just throws a bomb like tossing the big and little jokers? Isn't it supposed to be like playing the three of diamonds, a pair of fours?

Lu Yang's excellence made Gao Feng feel a vague ache in his chest again.

The troops he had painstakingly trained, not even taken away by the lower company, now run to the enemy camp and repeatedly earn battle merits.

Such a gap—something you could have had but missed—who can bear it?

Gao Feng took a deep breath, turned to step onto the fighting vehicle, and heard a clamor from behind.

He frowned and walked over, discovering several soldiers pinning a suspicious‑looking guy to the ground.

Kid, you've got some nerve, actually scouting into our rear!

If it weren't for my fire‑eye vision, I'd have actually let you little rascal slip into our ranks!

The man being held down on the ground kept struggling and pleading: "Let me go, I'm one of us, I'm from the Seventh Company!"

Bullshit, I know everyone in the Seventh Company; why haven't I seen you?

I'm from Squad Ten, Squad Ten!

Heh, you don't even pretend; the Seventh Company only has nine squads, you say you're from Squad Ten—are you a monkey sent by the enemy to be a clown?

Just then, Gao Feng walked over; the veteran quickly looked up to claim credit: "Company Commander of the Seventh, we've captured an enemy spy; shall we interrogate him to see if we can extract the enemy's battle deployment?"

Gao Feng pulled out a flashlight, shone it on the man's face, and immediately frowned: "Ding Tengfei?"

"Company Commander, Company Commander!"

"People relaxed."

The veteran was a bit dazed.

This really is friendly forces?

How come the friendly forces are acting so sneaky?

The Seventh Company only has nine platoons, where did a tenth platoon come from?

Gao Feng stared coldly: "Who let you come?"

Ding Tengfei hurriedly got up: "I, it's me myself, I want to go to the front lines to fight."

"Fight?" Gao Feng sneered: "What makes you think you can go to the battlefield? What makes you think I'll let you? Now, get lost from wherever you came, don't hover in front of me!"

Ding Tengfei still wanted to explain himself, but Gao Feng didn't give him a chance.

Coincidentally, Instructor Zhao of the Seventh Company was also nearby; hearing the news, he rushed over to ask what happened.

Upon learning that this soldier had actually followed the convoy alone, wanting to sneak into the ranks and fight alongside them, he instead showed quite an interested expression.

Especially, this soldier was from the Tenth Platoon, which is a completely marginalized, good-for-nothing platoon.

Instructor Zhao voluntarily spoke up to plead for him: "The battle plan has changed, the first wave of attack still messed up, now we're short-handed, why not just keep him?"

Gao Feng refused: "No, keeping this brat in the unit will only cause trouble! I absolutely cannot allow a single mouse dropping to ruin the whole pot of soup!"

Instructor Zhao stepped forward, patted the dust off Ding Tengfei: "I didn't see any mouse droppings; all I see is a young soldier eager to earn merit, eager to change, wanting to prove himself."

"You're Ding Tengfei, the troublemaker from the New Recruit Company who can cause the most trouble?"

Ding Tengfei's face burned hot, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He wasn't afraid of being scolded by the company commander as "mud that can't support a wall," or being called mouse droppings.

But Instructor Zhao's words left him feeling utterly ashamed, deeply embarrassed.

Instructor Zhao said with a smile: "You follow by my side, responsible for protecting my safety, no problem?"

Ding Tengfei nodded eagerly: "Yes, instructor, I will block bullets for you on the battlefield!"

Instructor Zhao laughed, raised his chin at Gao Feng: "I actually quite like this kid; he's very conscious."

Gao Feng rolled his eyes, couldn't be bothered to look another glance, and just walked away.

He was already unhappy, and now a mouse dropping came to bring bad luck; it would be strange if he had a good expression.

Instructor Zhao looked at Ding Tengfei seriously: "You said you'd block bullets for me; we gotta keep our word. I just don't know whether your reflexes are faster or Lu Yang's marksmanship."

"Lu Yang?"

Ding Tengfei has already lost count of how many times he's heard that name these past two days.

Whether yesterday or now, Lu Yang's performance is the most eye-catching, unavoidable topic of discussion.

Everyone knows the Second Battalion has a sharpshooter, and he's also extremely fast, able to high-speed maneuver; that's very frightening.

You can't even catch him, and you must constantly worry about being flanked, suddenly getting shot in the back by him.

The First Battalion Commander is a living example; who would've thought that even far away, in such chaotic conditions, he could be taken down.

Instructor Zhao gazed toward the rough direction where the Second Battalion was holding position, feeling somewhat wistful: "Your fellow platoon comrade, upon showing up, gave us a big gift, causing the battalion commander to change the original battle plan."

"With his involvement, this battle probably won't be as easy as before."

Ding Tengfei gaped, his jaw slamming to the ground: "Brother Yang, he can actually sway the battle situation?"