Section 3, Spirits

Almost simultaneously with the sound of gunfire, Wei Wen instinctively made a evasive move, crouching down and darting into the grass, sprinting in the direction where his companions were retreating

Naturally, it is impossible for humans to exist

This is a warning of energy depletion

The superior sergeant took the cigarette from his mouth, sniffed forcefully, and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "You are a visual evolver. You should see things more clearly than I do"

The shooting position has clearly shifted to the northwest. It is evident that the rescue team is not comprised of a single individual. It is highly likely that a well-equipped special forces team is involved— the deviation in the shooting positions between the first and second shots exceeds six hundred meters, which certainly cannot be altered by human effort alone in just a few seconds

I have always thought that it was an illusion

The joint patrol team of the United Forces did not catch up. The attack aircraft that swept overhead also failed to detect the presence of Wei Wen and others, who were concealed under dense vegetation. Half an hour later, the reconnaissance team, which was barely maintaining short-range jumps while sharing their load, had already exited the control zone of the New Alliance and entered the fire alert range of the Earth Federation

Suppressing the deep-seated fear within, the superior sergeant glanced around at his surroundings, gritted his teeth, and spoke in a tone that even he was not entirely sure of: "Do you all... believe?"

Wei Wen sat still, seemingly bored as he smoked. After nearly five minutes, he took a deep drag from the cigarette that had burned down to the end, threw it on the ground, squinted his eyes towards the northern S12 mine location, and spoke with a tremor in his voice, saying: "Of course... it is not."

No one spoke; only the howling wind whistled past the people, bringing with it a slight sting as sand struck their faces

This is by no means an opportunity to regain vitality and distance oneself from the battlefield. Rather, it signifies a tragic future spent in the dark, lightless depths of a mine.

In the distance, a muffled gunshot faintly echoed. It resembled the long-accumulated sound of thunder, booming with a rapidity akin to lightning. Even with Wei Wenyuan's extraordinary vision, he could only vaguely discern a straight line with a blazing tail, piercing into the side of a joint army soldier's skull, exploding with a terrifying crack and splattering a sky full of blood and gore.

In the western battle and library area near S12, the term "ghost" does not represent mythology or superstition. Rather, it refers to real existing stories

The remaining squad soldiers followed closely behind. In a situation of equal firepower, the only advantage of the lightly equipped reconnaissance personnel is their speed. They disregard armor, and even the most basic combat suits are merely equipped with energy packs and thrusters. Once hit, the detonated energy envelops the entire body in an instant, leaving no chance of survival

Wei Wen wiped the sweat that had seeped from his forehead, his fingers, which held the cigarette, involuntarily twitching as he said, "Do not attribute this to me; even those specialized snipers who invest two to three points in long-range shooting will not have a hit rate higher than eighty percent at this distance. It is important to understand that seeing and actually hitting are two entirely different concepts. The flight of a bullet is affected by wind speed. At a range exceeding two thousand five hundred meters, the deflection of the bullet... It is important to understand that seeing and actually hitting are two entirely different concepts. The flight of a bullet is affected by wind speed. At a range exceeding two thousand five hundred meters, the deflection of the bullet... will increase the margin of error to over thirty percent."

This is his last reserve of energy. If it were not for the excessive consumption during the previous mobile warfare, coupled with the restrictions imposed by the special terrain, the new alliance patrol team would not have been able to complete the blockade relying solely on a few machine guns

All firearms in the world possess "controllable range" and "effective range". The former refers to the precise distance that can be controlled by the shooter. The latter is a relative figure obtained after considering factors such as kinetic energy and inertia. For instance, the controllable range of commonly used assault rifles, which are widely deployed, is generally three hundred meters. However, the actual lethal distance of the projectile, disregarding accuracy, can reach as far as one thousand two hundred meters.

The soldier with freckles and the wounded soldier exchanged a glance, turned around simultaneously, and hesitantly nodded.

So, tell me, who exactly saved us

Wei Wen's breathing was equally heavy. He took out a water bottle from his backpack, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several large mouthfuls, filled with the thrill of danger and the joy of escaping from the prison of death. After a few seconds of silence, he said: "They might be allied forces on a special mission. It's too far away to see their identification markers clearly"

The last to speak was a senior sergeant in his thirties, who also held the position of the second-in-command in the reconnaissance team. He first leaned forward with his hands on his knees, bowing his head in silent prayer for a while. Straightening up again, he asked with a puzzled expression: "That is the S12 mining area. Not to mention humans, even the most resilient moles cannot casually enter and leave alive."

Meanwhile, a weary figure covered in dirt and blood appeared on the right side of the armored vehicle, which was only six meters away.

The soldier, whose head had just undergone a simple procedure and whose injured cheek was wrapped in bandages, struggled to lean against a rock and hoarsely added: "They saved us"

His vision far exceeds that of ordinary people—his gaze is fixed in a direction where he can see a blurred figure slowly approaching. Under the illumination of the sun's halo, it resembles the Holy Spirit as recorded in the Gospel

That is not necessarily the case

Wei Wen let out a loud roar, suddenly leaping up from behind the rock. With his right hand, he quickly pulled the trigger to fire all the bullets into the air, while simultaneously drawing a spare magazine from his lower back with his left hand, completing a series of swift exchanges at an incredible speed. His vision, far superior to that of an average person, proved effective at this critical moment, allowing him to swiftly assess the most suitable positions for attack while minimizing the risk of reciprocal damage.

Earth's civilization has evolved to an unimaginable height for previous generations. However, in certain areas, excavation still requires the most primitive human labor

That is different

Boss, how about you

Hurry! Speed up and rush out

The face of the freckled soldier was already pale, yet the words that came out of his mouth remained quite firm

No one can question the facts seen by the eyes—every remaining member of the reconnaissance team, including the astonished soldiers of the Pan-Union patrol, clearly saw that the two bullets, which completely changed the dynamics of the battle and whose accuracy can only be described as "terrifying," originated from the direction of the S12 abandoned mine.

A profound silence

On the map of the Earth Federation and the Pan-Union Army, S12 is a death coordinate that can never be approached

What he refers to are those who saved their lives from the muzzle of a gun

The joint military patrol, which had lost its suppressive effect, concealed itself behind the armored vehicle. The sudden counterattack completely disrupted the stable and orderly rhythm of the offensive. This situation could not last long—amid the continuous gunfire, the surviving members of the reconnaissance team could clearly see that the enemy, under the cover of the temporarily incapacitated armored vehicle, was nervously adjusting electronic frequencies to request air support. At most, within three minutes, the attack aircraft in a loitering state would be able to reach the combat area overhead. This situation could not last long—amid the continuous gunfire, the surviving members of the reconnaissance team could clearly see that the enemy, under the cover of the temporarily incapacitated armored vehicle, was nervously adjusting electronic frequencies to request air support. At most, within three minutes, the attack aircraft in a loitering state would be able to reach the combat area overhead

4,500 to 4,700 meters. Alternatively, even further.

Without energy, the bullets of the MFP pistol had also been completely expended. Wei Wen felt a slight tremor throughout his body; he forced a bitter smile, discarded the now useless weapon, and slowly raised his hands above his head

There, apart from the mottled remnants of walls and broken structures, there are only rust-stained, discarded steel bars. The exposed surfaces reveal door and window frames, dilapidated and skeletal, swaying in the fierce wind, along with plastic and tarpaulin flapping about, and stagnant water pooling in the depressions of the ground, its surface marred by a greasy, putrid green. Besides the resilient insects and fungi, no animals more advanced than rats have been discovered.

Silence was restored once again. Everyone, including the squad commander Wei Wen, felt a deep chill and tremor rising from within.

Wei Wen suddenly realized that his palms were covered in sweat. His damp fingers felt uncomfortably sticky. He rubbed them vigorously on his military uniform, then reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking out four that scattered around. Finally, he lit one for himself. He took a deep drag and, in a voice that sounded strange even to him, asked the superior officer sitting next to him, "Have you noticed their sniping distance? What is it?"

He paused for a moment and added, "Perhaps it is the souls of those who perished in the great war"

But why did they appear from the north

The scattered bullets struck the surface of the armored vehicle, leaving behind dense white marks. The sparks flying in all directions made it impossible for the soldiers of the Pan-Union forces, who were concealed behind the vehicle, to lift their heads. A few minutes ago, no one could have anticipated that the tide of battle would turn so suddenly. Following closely behind, two reconnaissance soldiers helped their severely injured comrade, who was wounded in the head, leap out of the valley entrance, propelled by the powerful thrust of the launcher, rushing towards the west.

He never imagined that he would become a prisoner of war

Wei Wen reacted swiftly, issuing commands as he tightened his grip on the assault rifle. Like a cheetah long bound and eager to break free, he agilely leaped behind the pre-selected rock, opening fire on the new alliance soldiers who had already descended into chaos

Subconsciously letting out a sigh of relief, Wei Wen also slightly turned his body to the west, pressing down hard on the button of the electronic controller with his left hand, but he did not feel the powerful thrust coming from his back. Instead, at the surface of the polyester gel layer of the standard helmet, corresponding to the position of his pupils, a sudden, glaring red light emerged, causing him to feel a chill throughout his body and a rapid flickering.

That was a patrol soldier of the Pan-Union Army

It also signifies that the shoulder-mounted jetpack has become nothing more than useless scrap metal

The senior sergeant suddenly felt a surge of cold sweat on his back. He swallowed hard and said with difficulty: "S12... that area belongs to a high-risk radiation zone. It is impossible for anyone to be there, nor for any living beings to exist."

At this point, Wei Wen felt his throat dry. He picked up the water bottle and took a sip, holding it in his mouth before slowly swallowing. In a voice that trembled noticeably, he said: "You did not see the last shot. That soldier from the Pan-United Army nearly died right in front of me. That bullet did not travel in a perfectly straight line; it clearly exceeded the normal controllable range and had a certain degree of arc. Moreover... moreover... it was a standard 9mm bullet, without any stabilizing tail fins." That bullet did not travel in a perfectly straight line; it clearly exceeded the normal controllable range and had a certain degree of arc. Moreover... moreover... it was a standard 9mm bullet, without any stabilizing tail fins.

Sometimes, it is a tank from the Pan-Union army chasing down the remnants of the enemy that suddenly explodes. Or, as in today's case, a few soldiers trapped in a tight encirclement unexpectedly escape. There are nearly a hundred such stories in the Western Theater, with various versions of the legends. However, one thing is certain—the rescued soldiers have never seen the appearance of their savior, and the attack positions mostly originate from the S12 direction. Moreover, the methods of attack are as astonishing as those witnessed today. Over time, the mysterious figure spoken of in hushed tones naturally transformed into a 'ghost.' Yet, one thing remains certain—the rescued soldiers have never seen the appearance of their savior, and the attack positions mostly originate from the S12 direction. Moreover, the methods of attack are as astonishing as those witnessed today. Over time, the mysterious figure spoken of in hushed tones naturally transformed into a 'ghost.'

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The expression on the sergeant's face stiffened, and the cigarette pinched between his fingers slipped uncontrollably, falling to the ground. He was about to open his mouth to respond when the wounded soldier leaning against the rock parted his lips and said in a weak voice: "S12, there is no one... then... it can only be a ghost"

The sergeant turned his gaze to Wei Wen and asked, "Do you think this could be true?"

Silently nodding, Wei Wen felt that the tense nerves within him had gradually begun to relax

But no matter what, it was they who saved me

Since the end of that nuclear explosion, soldiers in the Western Theater have frequently been rescued inexplicably

I do not know

The young private, whose face was covered in freckles, spoke with a mix of admiration and jealousy: "Boss, the large-caliber special ammunition for the 'Shadow Kill' sniper rifle doesn't require consideration of these factors at all. I have seen them shoot in the armored infantry battalion, and even in simulated storm conditions, the hit rate can still reach ninety-eight percent"

Concentrate fire and charge out

The blue airflow shot straight out of the valley, without the slightest hesitation. Wei Wen discarded the assault rifle that had already been emptied for the second time, and drew the MFP pistol from his side at the waist, his finger tightly gripping the trigger for continuous fire. This close-quarters combat weapon, using nine-millimeter rounds, has an extremely fast firing rate, capable of emptying an entire magazine in an instant. However, its drawbacks are equally apparent—its recoil is excessively strong, making it virtually inaccurate at even slightly longer distances, serving purely as a suppression tool.

His combat uniform was covered in dust, and the right side of his scalp appeared to have been grazed by a bullet, with a thick, bright red liquid seeping out. His complexion was somewhat pale, yet he held an assault rifle firmly in his hand. The raised muzzle was aimed directly at Wei Wen's forehead

A private with freckles on his face slumped to the ground, gasping for nearly five minutes before he forcefully pulled off his helmet and asked curiously and wearily

Machines are ultimately not the most万能 of things

No one would continue to conserve energy at such a time. Although it was unclear why the rescue team appeared from the north, Wei Wen still adjusted the backpack jetpack to its maximum setting, and the dual circular nozzles emitted a powerful light blue airflow, propelling him forward at a speed exceeding eighty kilometers per hour.