Chapter 008: The Master of Brick Throwing

Weiss hurriedly removed his gloves and used his fingers to feel for the pulse in his carotid artery, fearing that the low temperature might affect his tactile sensation. He also tested his own pulse, which was very normal, but Luke's pulse was barely perceptible.

It is you!

Cut it! How can you speak so highly of this "fire stick" while not doing it yourself? Wei Si muttered to himself.

Looking at the tall person's relaxed demeanor, this should be good news, right

"Fool? How dare you call me a fool?" The previously captured man in white was furious, "If it weren't for the baron's orders, I wouldn't play this cat-and-mouse game with you! I am an elite marksman, not an assault infantryman; carrying thirty rounds is more than enough to kill all of you!"

So much nonsense! Weiss muttered disdainfully, then raised his gun, aimed, assessed, adjusted, and shot in one fluid motion. In the western woods, the enemy soldier at the forefront fell to the ground, with red, yellow, and white splattering everywhere from his waist and abdomen.

Despicable Norman dog! Weiss cursed fiercely.

Weiss leaned against the roof, calming himself as he pondered: Initially, killing two ordinary soldiers consecutively under the watchful eye of the "Black Death" was undoubtedly a great disdain and insult to this ace sniper... It was highly likely to provoke the opponent, so when he threw off his coat, the one who would fire the quickest would probably be the "Black Death". Therefore, the shot he aimed at the root of the tree could potentially injure him.

Cursing aside, the current situation is far from optimistic. The only hope lies in countering the enemy's ace sniper, using our sharpshooters to engage the enemy, holding our ground while awaiting reinforcements or looking for an opportunity to break out. The pressing question now is, where exactly is that cunning old fox? How can we lure him out into the open?

Before Weiss could think it through, a bullet whizzed past his arm and struck the roof, splintering wood that grazed his left cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

No bullets were found on him, and there are none in the backpack either!" The young man in black reported to Weiss

Come down quickly

Ah...

As long as one has good marksmanship and a steady mindset, the "Grumman Fire Stick" can still make the enemy cry out in distress!" The tall soldier handed his rifle to Weiss

Are your own tactics no longer effective

Weiss pressed closely against Luke, feeling no fear in his heart. When the "rain" from the rooftop began to weaken, he pushed the "Grumman fire stick" forward from under Luke's arm. As soon as the gun appeared, the "rain" from the west side of the rooftop suddenly intensified, and two bullets struck Luke's body, tearing away large chunks of flesh from his neck and arm.

In such a hurried aim and shoot, Weiss still managed to hit the target, which was not the "Black Death God," but an ordinary enemy soldier

West wind, wind speed five knots, shooting towards the east, hitting the stationary enemy behind, and the moving enemy in front... Wei Si quietly repeated the shooting techniques that Luke had taught him. Aim, consider, adjust, fire, one shot, one hit

Just as Weiss felt at a loss, he suddenly saw a flash of light in the forest across from him

Now that the enemy troops have abandoned their previous tactical coordination and are recklessly launching an attack, it is the perfect opportunity to teach them a lesson with this "fire stick"

What is going on? Is the old fox playing tricks? Or is another sniper lying in wait for revenge

"Luke has sacrificed himself for the country! Anneg, unfortunately, has just been shot by the enemy and fell from the roof." Weiss lowered his head, quickly took out the last two bullets from the ammunition belt, loaded them into the magazine of the sniper rifle, and then called out towards Zdoctor's degree, "Hey, can someone help me search that idiot's pockets and backpack to see if there are any bullets left!"

The soldier who climbed up through the hole in the roof clearly had not yet realized the remarkable feat that this unassuming individual had just accomplished. Perhaps in his mind, a person who could be driven to desperation by a pack of wild beasts while wielding a shotgun was not someone to be relied upon. He eagerly crawled over to Luke's side, ready to reach out and shake Luke's shoulder, but his hand halted in mid-air, and this burly man unexpectedly burst into tears.

Once again, I felt his carotid pulse, at this moment, there was no sign of life left.

As soon as Luke uttered a syllable, he stared blankly as the soldier was struck in the right chest by a bullet coming straight at him; that robust chest bloomed like a cherry blossom, bursting into a brilliant display at the slightest touch.

Just out of the novice village, and I have to challenge such a difficult monster, it is truly frustrating

The novice Weiss attempted to deduce the shooting position of the "Black Death God" based on the battlefield situation, the location of the bait, and even the circumstances when Luke was hit, but found that various clues and logic had become a tangled mess in his mind

Seeing Weiss holding a sniper rifle, and no one else coming down from the roof, the tall man couldn't help but ask: "Where are Luke and Anielo?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Weiss quickly removed the ammunition belt from Luke and pressed four rounds into the magazine of the "Falcon"

Luke did not look back, nor did he make a sound. This resolute man, who had consecutively shot down more than ten enemies and nearly turned the tide of the situation single-handedly, simply fell backward without any reaction

Luke took out a small mirror from his pocket, and Weiss quickly assessed the enemy situation: there were approximately twenty to thirty enemy soldiers attacking from the west. Most of them were still in the woods shooting at the wooden cabin, while a few had left the woods and entered the open area between the forest and the cabin. They were sometimes crawling forward and sometimes crouching to run. All the enemy soldiers were wearing white cloaks, making it difficult to determine which one was the sniper just from their attire and actions.

Crap, the bullets are coming from the east! Weiss jolted, scrambling to the position by the chimney. Leaning against the chimney, he had not yet had the chance to assess the situation when he was startled into a cold sweat by the whizzing bullets that flew past.

Weisling suddenly thought: Is it possible to use the "friend-or-foe identification system" to identify the enemy's ace sniper

Weisben intended to offer some words of comfort, but he saw the soldier raise his "Grumman fire stick," shooting towards the western woods while roaring: "Norman dogs, if you have the guts, don't run away; let me send you to meet the deity!"

Weiss suddenly grabbed his arm, disregarding whether a miracle would occur in this world. If Luke were to fall from the rooftop like this, the possibility of survival would be virtually zero.

The voice of the tall individual came from beneath the hole in the roof

The furious warrior quickly exhausted the ammunition in the magazine, yet still felt unsatisfied, so he knelt beside Luke to reload the bullets

"The Norman dogs are going to fight us to the death!" shouted the tall man, "You must have hit their 'Black Death', forcing them into a corner!"

Is it the reflection of the sniper scope

In the blink of an eye, a "downpour" struck, relentless and unyielding. The number of penetrated spots on the roof increased, making it increasingly unsafe to remain here. Weiss quickly shifted sideways, and with no outerwear available, he simply removed his inner clothing as well, proceeding to conduct another reconnaissance of the firepower in a similar manner.

Just as Weiss withdrew his head below the level of the roof ridge, he once again felt the sensation of his hair being strongly stirred by a hot current, followed immediately by the crisp sound of a bullet striking the roof ridge, the impact point seemingly right beside his ear

Weiss pushed the bolt forward with a "pop," closed the chamber, and was just about to charge into battle with fervor against the enemy when he suddenly calmed down: a seasoned sniper who had killed countless foes must be adept at concealing himself and seizing opportunities in combat. A novice like him, no matter how gifted or full of potential, would have no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Only by defying common sense and taking an unconventional approach could he hope to secure a slim chance of survival

Weis fell silent for a moment, steeling herself, gritting her teeth, and pushed Luke's remains upward, allowing the part above his shoulders to emerge from the roof ridge

The rainstorm struck again, pattering continuously for quite a while. Luke's remains were hit twice more, the roof was "gnawed" with several gashes, and several areas of the roof were penetrated by bullets

In an instant, bullets shot from the opposite side struck the west side of the roof in quick succession, making a sound like heavy rain. Although they were powerful and had strong penetrating ability, the timber used to construct the roof was sturdy enough, and for the time being, only a few bullets were able to penetrate through the roof on both sides.

Shell ejection, chambering, aiming, estimating, adjusting, shooting, all executed in one fluid motion, all hitting the target in one shot...! The gun is indeed a fine weapon, its potential unleashed from the brink of life and death, making Weiss appear as if possessed by Luke, exuding an imposing presence and wreaking havoc in all directions

Just as Weiss was contemplating how to confirm his conjecture, he heard someone shout from the direction of the chimney, "The enemy has retreated"

He quickly raised the mirror and squinted to observe, yet the image reflected in the lens never revealed the square. It seems that the mirror cannot reflect brain waves then

If you still have breath, you will surely lend me a helping hand

This time, he did not wait for the "rain" to completely subside, but instead moved laterally along the roof to a few meters away, raised his head, leaned forward, aimed his gun, took a shot, and quickly left. The target he shot was still an ordinary enemy soldier

The tall man noticed Weiss's hesitation and sighed, saying, "I have been injured in my left eye, and my vision is less than half of that of an ordinary person. This time, I have unfortunately lost the use of my right eye as well. If I can complete this mission, I should be able to retire with honor"

Weis quickly raised a small mirror to glance towards the west side of the wooden house. The enemy troops were indeed retreating deeper into the woods, and he immediately felt a great weight lift from his heart, as if all his strength had been drained away, leaving him utterly exhausted.

Two men in black, each holding a weapon, the older one brandishing a "Grumman fire stick," approached the window, eyes fixed outside, seemingly already engaged in battle. The younger one remained by the side of Zdoctor's degree and his family, holding a large revolver with a built-in feature. After a moment of hesitation, he walked towards the captured man in white.

Upon examination of the wound, a faint visibility of white cerebral matter can be observed

Fool! Weiss continued to be disdainful, infuriating that guy to the point of nearly bursting a blood vessel

The bullet that followed closely behind was merely half a second away from blowing his head off

Despite the increasing difficulty, Weiss remained confident at this moment. He quickly returned to Luke's side, turned sideways, leaned against his body, holding a small mirror in one hand and the coat he had previously taken off in the other, and suddenly tossed it aside. In the reflection of the mirror, the first sight to appear was the position of the gun's muzzle flash, located at the base of a large tree, where the shooter was concealed by a white cloak, almost blending in with the snowy ground.

However, this time, the enemy's reaction speed and shooting accuracy were quite ordinary, which means that the enemy snipers did not open fire

Pull back the bolt, there is still a bullet inside, it should be the last one. Not enough? Enough!

Damn you, bastard

Indeed, there are two snipers on this side; one of them is undoubtedly a master, while the other, though slightly less skilled, is also a formidable character not to be underestimated

Weiss leaned tightly against Luke's body, supporting himself with his left foot, exerting force with his right foot, and swung his gun up, firing a shot at the root of the tree where he had just spotted the target

Luke

Weiss switched to the "Grumman Fire Stick". This weapon feels heavy, has significant recoil, and the bolt is difficult to pull back. When compared to the "Falcon", the difference is akin to that between dull, heavy infantry and the resplendent knights of nobility. However, everything has its duality. As a novice user, Weiss finds it to be powerful, sturdy, and reliable for medium to close-range shooting, exuding an intimidating presence when drawn.

The man in white coldly snorted, "I only carry thirty rounds of ammunition when I carry out a mission"

Did the Norman dogs retreat

Weiss nodded, and fired the third shot in the same position and posture. When he pulled back the bolt again, the magazine was completely empty.

Weiss let out a desperate wail. Before this, he had never experienced such heart-wrenching sorrow; not even at the moment of bidding farewell to his first love had he felt emotions so overwhelming.

Weiss was completely focused, his attention fixed on the sounds coming from the rooftop. After a short while, as the "rain" diminished for the second time, he took a deep breath, held it, pressed himself against Luke's body, raised his head, leaned forward, aimed his gun, and fired, then quickly withdrew behind the ridge, his movements swift and fluid.

The enemies in the forest to the east, those who are alive either lie still or have obediently withdrawn beyond the range of gunfire

With a pull from Weiss, Luke fell forward onto the roof, showing no response whatsoever, regardless of how Weiss shouted or pushed him.

Weiss pulled the sniper rifle from under Luke, turned around, and leaned back against the roof, quickly examining its structure and exploring its performance. Through the scope, he spotted several sneaky figures moving in the eastern woods, just in time to practice his shooting on them.

Turning his head to take a look, a soldier from our side poked his head out from a hole in the roof. He had originally been full of joy, but upon seeing Luke's remains, his facial expression instantly froze.

Do not bother him! The tall man carried the "Grumman fire stick" and arrived below Weiss. The biggest weakness of the 'Falcon' is that the chamber pressure is too high during shooting, which causes the rifling to wear out quickly. After firing thirty to forty rounds, the shooting accuracy will decline, and the barrel must be replaced to maintain high precision.

Weiss did not think much and swiftly darted inside, his feet landing on the beams of the house. Steadying himself, he looked to the east and saw more than ten individuals in white clothing rushing towards the wooden cabin.

After much contemplation, his gaze finally settled on Luke, who was standing nearby

With a swift motion, he pulled back the bolt, ejecting a shell that still radiated residual heat. He focused intently on the forest to the east, clicked the bolt back into place, raised the rifle, aimed, contemplated, adjusted, and fired, hitting the target with two shots!

Weiss was about to erupt in anger when he accidentally brushed against Luke's arm. Remembering that Luke had clearly fired first, only to be taken out by an enemy sniper, he suddenly had a flash of insight: that was not the true "Black Death", but rather a deadly decoy he had thrown out. That guy was also employing a fishing tactic!

It is now your turn, Baron Klos, the 'Black Death'! Weiss let out a low growl from his throat, like a wounded beast.