The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 167 - The Psychological Barrier Smashes to Pieces, the Collapse of the Line of Battle

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

The smaller the distance the bullets required to turn a single revolution within the rifling of the gun barrel, the greater the rotational speed of the bullet. Naturally, this increased the firing range and stability of the bullet quite largely.

Such a loadout made Qin Fen become the avatar of the Grim Reaper on this battlefield.

When the terrorists heard the order to take out the sniper, they focused their bullets over to Qin Fen's location in an instant. Bullets screamed all around his body without end.

Another row of guns fired their shots, and the bullets clashed with bulletproof vests, letting out a sound. Big Rock, Mute, and a few other recruits all covered Qin Fen's front. They only left a space for the gun barrel and the sniper scope as the bullets smashed upon their bodies. Their Dragon Skins groaned as they were struck by bullets from AK-47s, the power not small at all.

The gunshot of the Barret M82A1 sniper rifle rang forth once more. The terrorist commander, who still hid within the building, stood unmoving in place for a bit too long. His body above his waist had completely disappeared. The top half of his body fell to the ground his eyes fixed as they looked at his own lower body. He muttered from his lips. “He isn't human. He isn't human at all. He is a demon. He is God's enemy.…”

His words, filled with emotions of terror, transmitted out to the earpiece near his mouth. The remaining terrorists' desire to do battle somewhat collapsed in an instant.

One terrorist, who was locked down, felt a sense of danger by instinct. With a Lively Monkey Flings Through the Forest, his body transformed into a dark shadow that scuttled to the side. Even if someone were to spray at close range with an AK-47, it would be hard for the bullets to catch up to him with that sort of speed. It would be even harder to land a hit on him with the sniper rifle.

The Barret M82A1 sniper rifle rang forth once again. The terrorist who moved through the air like a likely monkey continued to move. It was just that his movement had turned into that of inertia. He had already become a headless monkey.

This gunshot had completely destroyed the terrorists' mental defenses. The information they received was that the Federation had arranged a group of baby recruits without much combat experience to come and engage in combat.

However, this marksmanship, which was even more terrifying than the Grim Reaper, could not possibly come from a recruit, right? There was not a single person among them who had ever seen a recruit wield the heavy and large Barret M82A1 sniper rifle in a half squat position with one hand, while possessing the ability to send a terrorist to hell without fail with every single gunshot.

Even experienced snipers needed to set up a support, frame, or mount onto the ground to increase his accuracy with his shots, let alone a recruit. In addition, even in this situation, such a sniper wouldn't dare ensure an accuracy of a hundred percent without fail.

The moment the terrorists lost their confidence, the sound of gunshots from their side grew fewer and fewer. Even the aura with which they fired lacked the ferociousness it possessed in the very beginning.

Du Zhanpeng could keenly feel the change in the aura and air. He grabbed his P308, and his Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Cleaving Calvary exploded forth once again. His entire person was akin to a general of the ancient battlefield charging in and assault. The mud beneath his feet splattered to a height of nearly three meters.

Charge!

The terrorists were truly shocked this time. How in the world was this a recruit? None of them have ever seen a group of recruits take the initiative to launch such a fierce charge without any seasoned soldiers leading them.

Du Zhanpeng moved, and so Xing Wuyi beside him naturally moved as well. The entire left path of recruits all began to move together.

Lin Ling assaulted with the same quick speed. It was just that her assault didn't let out any aura whatsoever. She moved akin to a young female ghost of the night. The P308 in her hands quickly shifted down to burst fire, blowing the brains of a terrorist all the same.

This charge of Du Zhanpeng's caused Du Peng, who was on the right path, to be incapable of restraining himself any longer. He chose to charge as well. And so, all the recruits on the right path unleashed a charging assault.

Nearly one hundred recruits battered across the wide ground. Their entire forces were spaced apart. Their firepower was fiercer by an entire multiple of two and even more when compared to before. If a terrorist wasn't struck dead, they were suppressed in a way such that they couldn't even raise their heads.

The terrorists who could raise their heads were even more screwed. Their locations were spotted by Qin Fen before they could even take cover. Even if there was a wall between them, the Barret M82A1 heavy sniper rifle in Qin Fen's hands would able to cleanly eliminate the person hiding behind the wall; every bullet that was fired would rotate at high velocities, allowing it to pierce through stone.

The fighting had happened erupt slowly, and it ended just as quickly. The entire battle didn't even last a full minute before the fifty-two terrorists were all completely eliminated.

The recruits split into three men teams that swept the battlefield, searching to see if there were any terrorists that they hadn't killed yet.

Snake Head quickly moved to the center of their forces. There had been two comrades who were extremely misfortunate during this battle. Bullets had pierced their skulls. There were also a few people who had some good luck. The bullets had merely struck their arms or their legs.

Mute had received heavy damage to his bulletproof vest. He had simply taken the bulletproof vest off of a fallen comrade. His original one had taken at least sixteen gunshots from when he helped defend Qin Fen. As for how many defensive capabilities it still had left, only God knew the answer.

In the thing known as war, sweeping, resting, reorganizing, and preparing always took much longer than the actual battle itself.

The recruits had directly and efficiently ended this battle. They immediately rested, treated the injured, adjusted their weapons, and discussed tactics and coordination among their comrades.

The vast zone before the building became the recruits' temporary base for a time. Six soldiers guarded the front, where there were only two paths that could lead to the stone building.

Du Zhanpeng greeted a few injured soldiers. As someone who grew up in the military family, learning how to communicate with injured soldiers was something that he had to learn. His skills in this aspect were displayed vividly and thoroughly. The few soldiers who were injured looked at him with gazes that contained faint admiration and a hint of worship.

Du Zhanpeng walked to Du Peng's side. He glanced at his “brother” with a lofty and arrogant expression, who stared right back at Du Zhanpeng.

Not a single word was exchanged between them. Not even an ice-cold smile of disdain was expressed. Du Zhanpeng had already walked past Du Peng's side.

Not a single word was said, and neither were there any expressions. Du Peng read and understood the words that were expressed in Du Zhanpeng's eyes extremely clearly.

“There is no need for you to learn about how to buy the hearts of others. This is because you absolutely do not possess the qualifications!”

Again with that not enough qualifications! Du Peng clenched his hands into fists in hate. This time they met, Du Zhanpeng had grown far too prominently. Not only had the man's martial strength grown prominently, even his ability in reading the shape of the battlefield had grown incomparably prominently. The teachings of the military family really were special.

“Young Master Du, that kid is still looking at you, sir.” Xing Wuyi's words carried a provocative tone as he spoke from behind Du Zhanpeng.

“Then let him look.” Du Zhanpeng shrugged his shoulders very indifferently. “Though he doesn't possess the qualifications to look at me, he doesn't have the qualifications for me to beat him up. Since he isn't qualified for either one of these things, then choose the thing that requires fewer qualifications.”

“Young Master Du's heart is really magnanimous.” Xing Wuyi's words carried endless flattery.

Du Zhanpeng really didn't think much about it as he chuckled. “He still doesn't have enough qualifications to provoke a response from me.”

“Doesn't have the qualifications. Doesn't have the qualifications. Yet again with not having enough qualifications.” Scenes from his childhood appeared in Du Peng's mind over and over.

When he was a child, his favorite toy pistol had been seized away by Du Zhanpeng at the time. Du Zhanpeng had said the following words when he took away the toy gun. “You don't have enough qualifications to possess this toy.”

When he was younger and played baseball with the other kids, Du Zhanpeng said, the first thing when he joined, “You don't have enough qualifications to play with me. You are now kicked out of this game.”

When he was about to confess himself to his first crush, Du Zhanpeng appeared again. The first thing he said were the same words. “This girl is now my girlfriend. You don't have enough qualifications to have a girlfriend.”

“Qin Fen, your sniping skills are truly quite good.” Du Zhanpeng's voice interrupted Du Peng's memories. “We coordinated well on the battlefield. Are you interested in being my friend? I am convinced that you will certainly be very pleased to be my friend in the future.”

Du Peng stared at Du Zhanpeng smile, dazed. That smile was oh so similar to the smile Du Zhanpeng always had when seizing Du Peng's most beloved people or objects back in the day.

Qin Fen stared at Du Zhanpeng. He shook his head once again. “I have said it many times already. My friend doesn't like you.”

A few weeks wasn't a particularly long period of time. Du Zhanpeng had asked Qin Fen to be his friend a total of thirty or so times. This sort of mental dedication caused Qin Fen to think of Lin Liqiang chasing girls. Their appearances were very similar.

An expression of disappointment appeared once again on Du Zhanpeng's face. He patted on Qin Fen's shoulder like he had always done when rejected. “Kid, he really doesn't have enough qualifications to be your friend. I will say the same thing as before. I am waiting for you at all times.”

“Young Master Du. You don't need to be this dedicated, right?” Xing Wuyi was right next to Du Zhanpeng. His tone carried a bit of complaint. “During the three kingdoms era, Liu Huang Shu didn't ask Zhuge Liang more than three times. You, sir, have already asked Qin Fen…”

“Hehe…” Du Zhanpeng waved his hand. “You don't understand. I just feel like that bastard really doesn't possess the power or authority to be qualified to have a friend.”

Du Zhanpeng's voice wasn't loud in volume, but he had raised his voice loud enough to be clearly heard by Du Peng.

Qin Fen grabbed onto Du Peng's shoulder with force. He was able to feel that this reticent comrade of his had already reached a near berserk state. Du Peng could do something unreasonable at any time due to fury rushing to his head and making him act irrationally.

There weren't any recruits by Lin Ling side, but quite a few eyes of recruits were staring at her. She was the sole female soldier within their forces. Not only was her combat power extremely startling, even her recovery ability was extremely shocking as well. Bullets had scraped her shoulders and thighs.

After some simple bandaging of her wounds, not a hint of blood seeped through the gauze. It looked like she had already completely stopped the blood from flowing.

Many people, Qin Fen included, were all speculating over just what in the world was the martial art that Lin Ling cultivated in. She was actually able to control all her true energy beneath her skin as she engaged in all-out combat with not a hint of energy currents or fluctuations seeping out. This was no longer something as simple as engaging in precise control over power. It already surpassed this, reaching another realm.

Qin Fen recalibrated his Barret M82A1 sniper rifle. Though he didn't have any extra components or tools to help him add some modifications, he was able to calibrate the weapon, at the very least. He engaged in a fixed adjustment in the aspect of firing speed and interval with the weapon, while also doing his best not to affect the power of the bullet.

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