Chapter 329 Sniper

"CMDR! CMDR! Team B was ambushed in the southwest! Repeat, Team B was ambushed in the southwest!"

"CMDR! Enemy traces were found on both the left and right sides. We are being flanked! We are being flanked!"

"The reconnaissance team is back! This is Team H. We successfully rescued the reconnaissance team. The enemy's main force is hidden in the second half of Muspelheim Forest! Apply for a large force to go deep into the raid! Apply for a large force to go deep into the raid!"

Countless roars and screams echoed in the radio channel, which was enough to show that the Crimson Team was in an unfavorable situation on this battlefield. If the map of Cassel College was spread out on the table, the church and the large library were marked. Two important strongholds, the advance of the military line is shown in red and black, so it can almost be seen that the crimson side has fallen into an overwhelming disadvantage at this time.

Under the command of Black's commander, the entire crimson team's battle line was continuously pressed together. His troops were divided into two groups to attack in the north and south directions at the same time, completely destroying the original plan of a 'sword offensive'. The red team that broke into the black team's stronghold was clamped down hard.

Black's troops at this moment are like the sharp pincers of a giant crab, tightly tightening the red's throat, forcing the red's commander to continuously extend the front line, but this will inevitably lead to the effective force in the first half being destroyed by two streams of firepower. It would only be a matter of time before they were surrounded and eliminated. Then Black, who had the advantage in strength, could continue to use the same tactics and attack again, slowly eating away at the red-haired remaining troops until they broke into the defensive area of ​​the church.

"Retreat, the frontline reconnaissance team and H team are retreating. Don't worry, we haven't lost yet, gather our defenses." On the pager, the red commander's voice was very calm, without the slightest panic, as if he was being hit head-on by the black team. The attack was something he had expected.

High up in the church, the commander of the red side stood by the stone wall and looked down at the campus with a tactical telescope. His sight was fixed on the local battlefield in the artificial lake area. He could see that the elites of the black side were overwhelmingly suppressing the red side. , fearless of death and above-average shooting accuracy, and even physical strength, mobility, and agility are almost a level higher than those of the Red Army soldiers.

This is not surprising. If the elite of the Lionheart Club could not do this, then this old fraternity should have been eliminated long ago, instead of suppressing the student union to dominate for decades.

There is a gap between the elites of the Student Union and the Elites of the Lionheart Club. Caesar did not find this difficult to understand. He always laughed at him. If they were aristocrats in the bathhouses of ancient Rome, then the Lionheart Club would be the people walking around barefoot in the temple. Ascetic monks let hardship and pain temper their bodies and wills every day.

The soldiers under such Lionheart Society may not be the best, but on the battlefield they are definitely the best among the best, the best among the best. Each person's will is almost as strong as steel and rocks, and they can almost complete the commander's task 100%. mission until the last person is destroyed.

"But it takes this kind of difficulty to make the game interesting."

Caesar put down his telescope, and he probably knew what the man with the iron tower in the great library far away in Odin Square was thinking.

"Are you going to use a pincer offensive to force me to extend the front line and then wait for an opportunity to use the 'elite squad' that I promised before the war to carry out a back-and-forth cutoff attack? He really is a man of his word." Caesar turned around and walked towards the people in the room. In the busy combat conference room, I picked up the pager placed on the desktop map.

"They want to conduct a blitzkrieg and shrink the defense line. Team A and Team B on both sides slowly disperse! The other teams move back towards the church!"

"The reconnaissance team reported that they encountered the opponent's 'elite team' in Muspelheim Forest. If the AB team does not move back to defend, we are likely to be directly penetrated into the hinterland by the opponent. By then, the strength of the stronghold will be reduced. It seems dangerous." Someone in the war conference room hesitated and objected.

"No, let's let the other teams retreat first, just to give the opponent the illusion that we are forming a tactical defense in depth, just like the battle of Kursk in the textbook. The opponent's commander knows very well that once the defense in depth is formed , the situation will turn from one-sided to an offensive and defensive battle. The opponent will definitely not want to see that scene, so there is a high probability that an elite team will be sent to break in. At that time, the role of the AB team will be reflected." Caesar Lengran was on the map A U shape was drawn, and two arrows were drawn on the AB teams on both sides.

"Counter encirclement operation, reverse pincer tactics!" Someone reacted suddenly.

"I know it's risky, but it's worth a try." Caesar nodded, "Once the reverse pincer tactics are established, the mortars in front of the stronghold can play a big role. If they want to break into our home, we might as well Just make full use of the home court advantage to beat them."

As if they saw hope in Caesar's command, the noise in the combat conference room instantly doubled several times. The students in charge of liaison blushed and yelled at the pager to prevent the explosion of shock bombs and gunfire from covering it up. their voices.

"Who can deal with the sniper on the other side! No less than fifteen of our people have died in his hands! If this continues, the enemy will pierce us before we can shrink the defense line!" Suddenly a man in the combat conference room raised his head and shouted. Roar.

"The sniper is at least 900 meters away. None of our special forces can go over and deal with him now!"

"Nine hundred meters away? Do you mean that the person opposite is setting up a gun over in Odin Square? Be clear, this is an academy! Not the battlefields of Afghanistan and the Gulf! Where can Lionheart get such a monster?" The man yelled back. Since five minutes ago, many people on their side have been killed by snipers from the opposite side.

"How do I know? I heard that the other party's sniper seems to be a freshman. If you want to yell at the people in the fraternity club, they didn't poach someone to our side!"

"Maybe it's because we have to run naked when we join the club." Someone yelled in the same way.

"The sniper opposite is a woman! Just like ours! Women don't need to run naked! Do you want to be called upon by the Discipline Committee?" Someone shouted back immediately.

The atmosphere became bad again, just because a sniper usually does not play a big role as a unit on the battlefield. Under the suppression of the barrage, it is difficult for a flesh and blood body to determine the outcome. , except for the sniper thing.

This kind of battlefield ghost that ignores distance and steals people's lives is the most frightening and timid thing. It's no wonder that the roaring man is so irritable and excited.

A large part of the reason why the student union's advance "sword offensive" was defeated was because of the mysterious sniper in the Lion Heart Club. The most exaggerated shooting even killed the opponent from a distance of nearly a thousand meters through complex terrain. Dropped a grenadier at the door of their church!

"The only way to deal with snipers is by our snipers." Standing by the door, Caesar spoke up and looked up at the top of the church. Their snipers were also hidden on the dome.

Many people also subconsciously looked up. Although they only saw the ceiling, they all imagined the beautiful girl lying in front of the sniper scope dozens of meters above the ground, with her long dark red hair blowing in the wind.

Every time a gunshot rang out in the church, it meant that one of the enemy's troops had been reduced. The leader of the Lion Heart Club's team that advanced into the defense line would be knocked to the ground by a cold shot. The others could only quickly find bunkers to escape. This is why The reason why the Lionheart Club was unable to quickly press into the church stronghold despite its strong morale.

"Be ourselves and have some confidence in our sniper. After all, she is the strongest sniper on our side." Caesar smiled lightly.

No one had doubts about Caesar's words, because before the start of Freedom Day, when the student union recommended a sniper, only one person had the courage to raise his hand. It turns out that she is not performing well now, just in a defensive form. It's just not as intimidating as the attacking sniper.

Both the Lionheart Club and the Student Union each have a sniper. Coincidentally, the snipers on both sides are freshmen. If their shooting skills are mediocre, but not enough to be discussed on the table, when both of them are When you transform into the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, the situation becomes particularly subtle and interesting. Whoever kills the opponent's sniper first will win the winner of the next battle.

It seems that the snipers on both sides can't do anything to each other. Every time a gun is fired, the people on both sides will change their sniper positions in an instant. Until now, they have never shot each other to test, but at some point later If two people really exchange fire, one of them will inevitably fall.

"CMDR, there's a situation on the front line!" The liaison officer suddenly sat up, and the chair behind him overturned to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Caesar frowned.

"There's a firefight in Muspelheimring! Elite enemy squads have been observed engaging in combat!"

"The frontline should be Team H. Didn't I reject their request to break in and let them return to defense?" Caesar's ice-blue eyes suddenly filled with a hint of suspense. The commander in charge was most afraid of what would happen. This is the case.

Muspelheim Forest is located in the center of the two sides. It is a cross path divided by a sycamore forest. It is connected to the academy gate to the south and the giant artificial lake of Niflheim to the north. It is divided into a large library and a church on the left and right. If they want to enter the large library where the Lion Heart Club is stationed, the student union's troops must pass there. It is also extremely wise for the opponent to ambush their elite troops in the forest that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If the scouts hadn't found out in advance, they would have rashly The student unions that attack are bound to suffer.

Caesar had just considered the number of troops needed to attack the sycamore forest, and he calculated that it would take three troops to launch a blitzkrieg at the same time. But now someone from Team H on the front line actually rushed in with him? Once Team H, the main striker of the Student Union, falls into a tough fight, it will inevitably be turned around by other forces of the Lion Heart Club to attack and annihilate Zan. If they really lose an entire main force, the opponent will most likely change their tactics by then. If he were so aggressive in making a breakthrough, but instead chose to slowly nibble away at them, Caesar's plan to lure the enemy would directly fail, and the entire situation of the student union would most likely collapse!

Before Caesar could issue a remedial order in a cold voice, another accident happened.

"Team H has arrived at the defense location. We have joined Team C!" The gasping voice of the captain of Team H suddenly sounded on the pager in Caesar's hand.

"Not Team H?" Caesar was startled. Not only him, but everyone in the combat conference room was stunned. They looked back at the person who made the initial report. The boy also held up his pager with a blank look on his face to indicate that he did not lie. Military intelligence.

But if it’s not Team H, then who are the elite squads of the Lionheart Club in Muspelheimrin fighting against now?

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