Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 506 - 241: Cold Gun, Cold Cannon

In these short two days, someone in line for food was shot in the neck, someone using binoculars to spot the enemy had their lens shattered by a bullet, and another was shot in the head while using the bathroom.

Each corpse was dealt with swiftly and efficiently.

Bullets were concentrated on the head, neck, and other critical areas of the upper torso.

Yet, no enemy could be found anywhere.

Even soldiers patrolling late at night faced attacks.

As soon as a gunshot rang out.

No one dared to continue sleeping.

Qu Guang’s side was also being tormented, and by the second day, he had grabbed a sniper rifle, ready to retaliate.

But it was of no use.

No one could be found.

The soldiers on the United States side had searched the surrounding mountains, even the farther peaks, seven or eight times.

This was already beyond the effective range of the Mosinka-Nagant Rifle.

Still, that Volunteer Army sniper could not be found.

In fact, during the search, four United States soldiers were eliminated.

The troops on the United States side could not tolerate such harassment either and searched almost day and night.

On the fourth day.

Qu Guang, holding a sniper rifle, searched along with the other United States soldiers.

Because it was winter.

Snow would fall periodically, and it had been snowing for half the day already, but the snow did not deter the United States soldiers from venturing out to find that Volunteer Army sniper.

Suddenly.

An instinctive alertness startled Qu Guang, making him turn abruptly and raise his sniper rifle, aiming in a direction.

Since it was an instinctive reaction, his movement was swift.

He locked onto the target almost instantly, but a gunshot also resounded.

Originally, Qu Guang was a bit slow.

But when his finger squeezed the trigger, even if he couldn’t reverse-kill that Volunteer Army sniper, he could at least counter-attack, except..... the moment he locked onto the target.

Qu Guang froze completely.

Because through the scope, the scene he saw made him catch his breath.

He saw a slight disturbance in the snow drift on the opposite mountain slope; there, a small section of a gun barrel was slightly raised, and behind that barrel was an incredibly young face.

But this was not what shocked Qu Guang.

What truly stunned him was that on that sniper rifle, there was no scope.

No scope?

The distance from here to that mountainside was several hundred meters.

Using the naked eye to aim?

What a joke?!

So these past days of ultra-long-range sniping were all achieved by that Volunteer Army soldier using naked eye aiming and shooting?

In the flash of a moment.

Numerous questions flashed through Qu Guang’s mind, but the core of his doubts was still the sense of impossibility.

Shooting by sight at a distance of several hundred meters?

This....

Bam—!

The scene plunged into darkness.

Qu Guang’s body fell to the ground with a thud.

Although he locked onto the target, due to his shock and disbelief, he did not pull the trigger and almost the next second lost his life.

Inside the training pod.

Qu Guang opened his eyes, still not fully registering.

Replaying the scene in his mind, confirming he was not mistaken.

If this was truly achievable.

Then that Volunteer Army sniper was incredibly formidable.

After all, even the Mosinka-Nagant Rifle of the [White Reaper] was equipped with a scope, yet this Volunteer Army sniper could perform ultra-long-range shots without one.

Hiss—

Imagine how terrifying they would be with a scope.

Should have a scope....

Losing himself in thought, Qu Guang’s mouth twitched.

A sniper of this caliber would be an asset anywhere.

How could they not have a scope?

Based on the in-game situation, it’s likely the rifles seized by the Volunteer Army had no such scopes.

That makes sense now.

But thinking about it.

Qu Guang felt a toothache, it was indeed absurd.

Could this really be a bug in Polestar’s design?

But thinking again, it seemed impossible.

All data within Polestar’s narrative are reasonably extrapolated, with many contributing factors enabling that Volunteer Army soldier to achieve such feats.

Thus, they.... still need to train.

After pondering.

He glanced at the time.

Qu Guang stood up from the training pod; after such a prolonged session, he was a bit hungry and intended to grab some food.

Meanwhile, Shen Yan.

The training pod had not yet opened, clearly still in training.

Qu Guang instructed the sentry outside the training room, then went for a meal.

...

At this moment.

Within Shen Yan’s storyline.

Previously experienced the perspective of the Volunteer Army’s long-distance raids, and followed Hu Xiudao’s perspective of defending the position.

This time.

Transformed into a small commander of the United States Federation, attacking the Volunteer Army’s position.

This time, truly experiencing why the United States Federation’s mechanized units repeatedly failed on the Peninsula Battlefield, unable to capture even a small hill occupied by a few squads.

It’s truly because the Volunteer Army soldiers have a too-strong fighting will.

Never mind the United States soldiers couldn’t win.

Even Shen Yan, being the commander of the special operations brigade, considers himself to have a decent strategy, and even as a small officer in the United States Federation, he could still command these people to fight spectacularly.

As a result, attacking a hill.

In the game, two days passed, and still, it wasn’t taken down.

Now the resistance on the hill has weakened somewhat.

But it has nothing to do with command, Shen Yan knows it’s entirely due to the effect of the United States Federation’s artillery bombardment.

A small hill less than a hundred meters high.

More than 3000 shells have been dropped in two days, even if you randomly hit a few, it would weaken the combat power of the Volunteer Army on the hilltop position, wouldn’t it?

The battle continues.

After just being repelled once.

Shen Yan just regrouped with his men, and all the howitzers in the camp were already in position.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM——

The artillery bombardment began.

The roar of the howitzers shook the ground, explosions of fire blossomed on the hill less than a hundred meters high, dirt and stones were flung into the air.

But all the United States soldiers know.

The bombardment is useless against those Volunteer Army soldiers.

Can only provide some cover for the assault.

Very soon.

The order came, Shen Yan led his men, rushing out from behind cover, dispersing into formation, advancing up the hill.

The initial stage went smoothly.

Knowing there was still a 40-meter distance from the fortifications at the top of the hill.

Rifle shots rang out from all sides, and grenades came flying over.

BOOM! BOOM!

United States soldiers hastily used their submachine guns to return fire, but the result was not ideal.

Even more so due to the shadows left by the past two days of assault failure.

The soldiers of the United States were already starting to retreat, as a result of a chain reaction, the just-organized assault collapsed entirely.

Back at the camp, counting the numbers.

Shen Yan only then discovered more than 30 had died again.

There was no way for the United States either.

The hill wasn’t high, but there were especially many large rocks, making it impossible for armored tanks to go up.

The tactic of artillery suppression combined with assault, for two days it was unclear how many waves had been beaten back.

Another half-day passed.

This time, reinforcements from the United States arrived, except it wasn’t soldiers.

But crates upon crates of artillery shells.

Shen Yan gasped at the sight of the mountainous pile of shells.

This was enough to shave off several meters from the hilltop.

And indeed, that was the case.

This time’s bombardment was fiercer than any other time.

It lasted a whole hour; the entire hill was shrouded in explosive smoke and dust, and as the smoke cleared, the fortifications at the top were completely destroyed.

Until organizing another assault.

Shen Yan followed the United States troops charging up.

Getting closer and closer to the summit.

meters...40 meters...30 meters...

Until rushing into the trenches.

Only to find that the entire smoke-shrouded position was almost devoid of life.

Only a blood-soaked Volunteer Army soldier, unrecognizable, kept muttering something to a device, while tightly clutching a grenade in his hand, watching them.

The surrounding United States soldiers dared not move recklessly, conversing in whispers.

"What’s he saying?"

"Maybe trying to pass information? Probably not capable of resisting now, right?"

"John, go subdue him."

"Are you kidding? He’s got a grenade?!"

"Why don’t you go!"

"I’m the captain, you have to listen to me!"

These United States soldiers were still talking amongst themselves.

And over here, Shen Yan could understand what the Volunteer Army soldier was saying, widening his eyes:

"Oh shit!"

In the sky.

The whistling sound of artillery shells was already incoming.

The surrounding United States soldiers were still puzzled; they hadn’t called for howitzer support.

Only Shen Yan turned and ran, afraid of being a step too slow.

But....

Evidently, it was already too late.

In the confused looks of many United States soldiers, and the terrified gaze of Shen Yan, artillery shells engulfed the entire hilltop position.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM——