The First Order

The sniper bullets that appeared suddenly on the battlefield dashed the expeditionary army’s hopes of breaching the defensive position. Not only were the barbarians about to close in on the defensive line quickly killed, but some of their elites hidden among the troops were also spotted by Yang Xiaojin.

This way, the snipers exerted an even greater psychological toll on the expeditionary army. They could not understand how the snipers were able to identify the elite barbarians from so many soldiers, as they did not even put on any heavy armor in order to conceal themselves and avoid being fired upon by the Central Plains troops.

Ren Xiaosu was not capable of something like this. When he looked through the sniper scope, his observation ability would be weakened. Like any other person, his ability to observe things through a pair of binoculars or a surveillance camera would be weakened.

But Yang Xiaojin was different. She was used to looking at the world through a scope. Some elite barbarians hidden among the troops were looking for an opportunity to strike and did not charge forward fearlessly like the other barbarians, but she still managed to identify them at a glance.

Actually, Yang Xiaojin did not know the barbarians were the elites who were lying low.. But through her scope, she noticed they were moving stealthily and did not charge forward with the others, so she thought there must be something fishy about them.

Since there was something wrong with them, she would just take them out.

At first, when the two snipers joined the battlefield, the expeditionary army did not pay special attention to them. This was because they also knew about snipers from the Central Plains. Therefore, the commander felt the two snipers could not influence the situation on the battlefield.

If there were only two standard snipers here, they would not have much of an impact on the entire front. It would take a long time for them to reload, and they might also not have much ammo to kill enough of them. They would also require armor-piercing bullets to deal effective damage to their heavily armored warriors.

But Yang Xiaojin’s and Ren Xiaosu’s black sniper rifles were different from normal ones. First of all, they did not need to be loaded and had unlimited firepower. The fact that they could switch between whatever types of ammo they liked was enough for them to rule over the battlefield. It was like having two howitzers defending the position.

Back when Ren Xiaosu gave one of his black sniper rifles to Yang Xiaojin, she was so happy as she knew how powerful it was.

Therefore, P5092 no longer regarded these two as normal snipers on the main battlefield.

Throughout the course of the suppressive fire, the expeditionary army’s commander continued keeping up their attacks for a long time. He thought the snipers would eventually run out of ammo. How many shots could the two snipers fire? 50? A 100?

Even if they could fire 4 or 500 shots, their expeditionary army still had tens of thousands of warriors. There would definitely be a time when the snipers ran out of bullets, right?

The expeditionary army’s strategy today was to trade their lives for the defensive position, so they did not care about a few hundred of their comrades dying.

However, the expeditionary army’s commander slowly realized the sniper shots seemed unending. After a rough count and several hundred shots later, they still did not hear the end of it.

He ordered his adjutant to record the frequency and number of shots fired by the enemy. In the end, he realized the two snipers lying on the opposite mountain were firing at a much more terrifying rate than the Central Plains snipers they knew. Furthermore, the number of shots fired gradually climbed to a 1,000, but there were still no signs of it stopping.

The gunshots of the anti-materiel sniper rifles were so loud they could be heard despite the continuous firing from the heavy machine guns. Gradually, the barbarians developed a fear of the sound of the gunshots. It was like someone was holding a remote control on the opposite side, and one of their comrades would die whenever it was pressed.

This feeling of having their fate decided by others was way too unbearable.

The expeditionary army’s commander remained unmoved and did not order the barbarians to tone down their attacks. He still intended to sacrifice more lives to forge a path ahead.

Actually, this strategy was correct. After all, who would give up attacking just because of two snipers? If that were the case, they might as well retreat right back to the Far North.

Moreover, Yang Xiaojin’s mental strength was almost depleted. Every time she fired a shot from her sniper rifle, it would exhaust her mental strength.

She started feeling dizzy and nauseous. This was a sign she had overexerted her superpower.

Other than Ren Xiaosu, all superhumans had a limit to their mental strength, and Yang Xiaojin was no exception either.

The ability to kill over a 1,000 people on the battlefield before her mental strength was exhausted was terrifying enough, but it was still no match for the expeditionary army’s numbers.

But Yang Xiaojin suddenly thought of something and put away her black sniper rifle. After that, she took Ren Xiaosu’s sniper rifle from him. “Get down there and help them guard the defensive line. I’ll use your black sniper rifle instead.”

Ren Xiaosu was stunned. However, he discovered she could really use his black sniper rifle. Moreover, Yang Xiaojin was shooting even faster than before.

Every supernatural being would deliberately control the rate at which their mental strength was depleted when using their superpowers. As Ren Xiaosu had always had unlimited mental strength, he did not have such a concept. However, other supernatural beings had a “meter” for their mental strength, so they would naturally pay attention to it. Furthermore, superhumans had developed a habit of being meticulous and would use their mental strength sparingly.

Therefore, Yang Xiaojin did not use her mental strength recklessly when she was shooting previously.

But it was different now. By using Ren Xiaosu’s black sniper rifle, it was tantamount to consuming his mental strength instead. In this way, the final shackle that restricted Yang Xiaojin’s Perfect Firearms Proficiency was lifted.

Ren Xiaosu did not know whether to laugh or cry when he saw this. He had thought the gap between Yang Xiaojin and him was closing up since he was a Master Firearms Proficiency user.

But now, he finally understood what a Perfect Firearms Proficiency user was.

When Wang Yun heard the subtle difference in the frequency of the gunshots, he turned around and looked at the mountain behind him. But to his surprise, he saw Ren Xiaosu climbing down the mountain while Yang Xiaojin was the only one left at the sniper’s nest.

The rate of fire of this single sniper was only a little slower than when two snipers’ were shooting. Wang Yun could not understand how that was possible.

The defensive line that was originally on the verge of collapse stabilized again, and the barbarians’ reckless attacks started to ease up as well. Only at this moment did P5092 finally heave a sigh of relief.

He turned around and had a look at Yang Xiaojin, who was still shooting at the enemy from the sniper’s nest. “This terrain, coupled with such a powerful sniper, was totally beyond what I planned for. When we first got here, I thought it was not a bad idea to perish together here with the barbarians. Then when Future Commander robbed their supply convoys, I started thinking that we might stand a chance of winning. But for some reason now, I suddenly have this inexplicable confidence that we might even be able to fight this battle very beautifully.”

But then P5092 was stunned. He picked up a pair of military binoculars next to him and looked at the mountain. Then he shouted, “It’s an enemy ambush! There’s gray creatures moving quickly above the sniper’s nest!”

But as soon as P5092 said that, a figure in a white mask suddenly climbed up towards those gray creatures under the shadowy cover of the mountain folds.

Although the mountain was at a 75-degree inclination, White Mask climbed it effortlessly like it was running on flat ground.