The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

Zeng Linglong left behind five team members.

"you--"

He pointed at them.

"Hide behind a tree, or in a newly dug makeshift trench."

"All the weapons tied to the trees—"

"It's up to you, to control it with steel wire."

The five team members nodded, their eyes resolute.

Zeng Linglong's gaze swept over everyone.

"Action Order—"

His voice suddenly turned cold.

"First."

"After I and all the snipers have found a favorable position—"

He pointed to the five team members controlling the steel wire.

"You, pull the steel wire quickly."

"Open fire on area 11."

"remember--"

"Fire intermittently."

"Simulate the rhythm of a real firefight."

"Don't use up all your bullets at once."

The five team members nodded vigorously.

"second."

Zeng Linglong continued.

"Wait for me and the sniper to locate their sentry posts and sniper positions—"

"The rest of the team members, immediately spread out and surround the enemy."

"Conduct all-around firing."

His gaze sharpened.

"remember--"

"Instructor Number Two can blind-fire."

"His individual tactics would be even more terrifying in the mountains and forests, or in torrential rain."

"Your time—"

"Only 30 seconds."

"30 seconds later—"

"No matter what the situation, cover each other and take cover immediately."

"Wait until I have a free hand—"

He paused.

"Did you understand?"

"clear--!"

All team members responded in hushed tones.

His eyes burned with fighting spirit.

"Walk."

Zeng Linglong waved his hand.

Led by three snipers, they infiltrated deep into the rain like ghosts.

Soon, they disappeared into the dense forest.

Zeng Linglong, leading three snipers, has already found four excellent sniping positions.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

The field of vision covers most of area 11.

The heavy rain obstructed visibility.

But it also obscured their location.

A faint static sound came through the headset.

Then came Zeng Linglong's calm voice:

"Fire."

The moment the command was given—

"Da da da da—!!!"

"Bang bang bang—!!!"

The roar of the heavy machine gun!

Assault rifle burst fire!

Suddenly, an explosion occurred at the 9 o'clock position in area 11!

The muzzle flashes in the rain!

Bullets swept across area 11 like a deluge!

The deafening gunshots shattered the clamor of the torrential rain!

Deep within Area 11.

Ye Feng knelt behind a rock.

The instant the gunshot rang out—

His ears twitched slightly.

Immediately lock your eyes on the 9 o'clock position.

But the next second—

His brows furrowed.

wrong.

The gunshot...

It's a mess.

It's very mixed.

The bullets were hitting the target too frequently.

That's not like the boss's style.

When the leader deploys firepower, it must be in a cross-directional, dispersed, and comprehensive manner.

We will never concentrate all our firepower in a small area.

"Attention all—"

Ye Feng immediately roared into the communicator.

"Find cover!"

"Observe first!"

"Anyone—"

"Don't shoot!"

His orders were swift and urgent.

but--

It was still too late.

Ye Feng's team consisted of five observation posts and two snipers—

Based on the gunshots and the fleeting "figures," the "firing position" has been located.

They saw the "soldiers" crouching behind their bunkers in the pouring rain.

See the "gun muzzle" spitting fire on the tree branch.

Lack of experience.

This led them to make the wrong judgment.

"Enemy detected!"

An observation post urgently called out over the communications channel.

"At the 9 o'clock position!"

"Three firing positions!"

"There are about ten people!"

Ye Feng hadn't even had time to give the order—

"Da da da da—!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The observation post and snipers have opened fire!

Bullets rained down on the "clothes" and "helmets"!

Puff puff--

The bullet pierced the soaked fabric.

The helmet was knocked off.

but……

There were no screams.

No one fell.

Something's not right!

A sniper suddenly whispered.

"Those people... didn't move!"

"The clothes... are empty!"

His voice was filled with astonishment.

but--

It's too late.