[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

"Sniper, where's their medic? Find their medic and take them out first!"

Taliss's voice came through the headphones.

Upon hearing this, you immediately used your scope to search.

Unlike other military units, medics have white strips of cloth on their arms as a form of identification, allowing their teammates to quickly find them during chaotic battles.

However, this also became a weakness exposed to the enemy.

Although medics are protected by international law and cannot be killed in wartime for humanitarian reasons, there are still instances of medics being killed in order to weaken enemy support and personnel.

In this exercise, the medics were equipped with firearms, which meant they were capable of carrying out executions and killings.

You search carefully, but cold sweat breaks out on your forehead from the pain.

finally…

“Enemy medic spotted 155 meters from the border, between the two o’clock and three o’clock positions to the east.”

You reported the location you found, but your voice had become somewhat weak.

"YN, what's wrong?"

It was another sniper's greeting.

You gritted your teeth and endured another wave of pain before finally managing to answer.

"I am fine."

"The medic is behind cover and needs to wait for an opportunity. YN, you keep an eye on him. I'll go snipe the enemy captain."

The other party didn't ask any further questions, and after leaving that sentence, they didn't say anything more.

"I...received it."

You originally wanted to say something, but in the end you just replied "Received".

You stare through the scope, waiting for the medic to be exposed.

However, the other party seemed to know that they had been discovered and refused to come out of their cover.

And you, while waiting, are tormented by pain, and your spirit, which has not been well rested recently, is also weakened and disintegrated under the stimulation of pain.

The long wait made you a little drowsy, and you finally closed your eyes...

ch.18: Did something wrong

"Protect the medic!"

......

"Sniper, where's the sniper!"

"yn, what are you doing? Reply!"

In the ebb and flow of consciousness, you can vaguely hear some sounds.

......

“yn!”

You don't know whose voice it is, but it's filled with urgency and dissatisfaction. It pierces through the fog of consciousness and jols you awake!

What comes into view is a small world, with only the sky and trees reflected in the frame.

Are you... in a pit?

In the pit!

Your thoughts snapped back to reality, and you realized that you had actually fallen asleep during the exercise!

You try to inquire about the current battle situation through your walkie-talkie, but you hear faint voices coming from nearby.

Who?! Teammate or enemy?

You hold your breath and listen attentively.

But when you listen carefully, there's no sound anymore, as if it was just your imagination. All you hear is the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, and...

The soft rustling sound of grass.

No, there's someone!

Be alert, and move carefully and slowly to avoid giving yourself away.

But when you turn over and try to get up to observe, several fully armed men suddenly appear at the entrance of the pit, holding several guns at their sides, all pointed at you.

One of them reported over the walkie-talkie: "Report, the last enemy has been captured."

Last place!?

You only now realize that the exercise ended in defeat for your team.

When you were pulled down, you already had four paintball marks on your body.

When you saw the looks your teammates were giving you, you lowered your head guiltily.

As the losing side, you will inevitably be reprimanded.

The ghost, through your combat performance, points out the poor performance of each of you.

He was even more disappointed in you.

"Especially you! A sniper falling asleep during combat! That's a fatal mistake!"

Knowing you were in the wrong, you lowered your head and dared not utter a sound.

No matter the reason, a mistake is a mistake, and you can't make excuses for it.

Little did you know, your attitude only made the ghost even angrier.

He pointed at you, then pointed around at the rest of your team.

"You, you all..."

"All Duanfu!"

The crowd immediately began to wail in pain.

You felt even more desperate. Given your current condition, undergoing abdominal surgery would likely cost you half your life.

"Lifting the abdomen" refers to lying on the ground with the head and shoulders off the ground, then raising both legs together and keeping the toes pointed and still.

This posture is a great test of core strength; it would be quite impressive for an average person to be able to hold it for even a minute.

But you are now being punished with abdominal disembowelment, and the time will definitely not be short.

You looked at the ghost with a troubled expression, wondering if you should discuss it with him.

The ghost seemed to sense your gaze and looked over.

"What, do you have something to say?"

His tone revealed no emotion, but it still drew attention from others.

You suddenly found yourself speechless and could only shake your head.

"No."

Your mistake is the most serious. If you try to find an excuse to escape punishment at this time, not only will you be ridiculed by crickets, but even the prestige of the ghost will be affected.

You can only lie down with the others, looking miserable, and then lift your legs up.

Your stomach was already hurting, and this position will only double your pain.

Fortunately, the ghost spoke with an angelic voice.

"Ten minutes, countdown begins."

Ten minutes is good, at least there's something to look forward to.

Even so, what used to be a short ten minutes now felt like an eternity.

In just about two minutes, you start to feel your abdomen cramping and your legs begin to tremble.

The wails around them gradually increased in number and volume.

As time went by, some of the male soldiers were screaming as if they were on the verge of collapse.

"Fuck! I'll never complain that ten minutes is too short again!"

The shouts around you rose and fell, but you remained silent.

It's not that you don't want to call, it's that you really don't have the energy.

The voices asking for the time kept ringing out, but the ghosts started to escalate the situation.

“Someone bent their knee, add ten seconds.”

Upon hearing this, the person with bent legs cried out and immediately straightened their legs.

"Hands under your butt, cheating? Ten more seconds."

"Head touches the ground, add five seconds."

The ghost was now as if possessed by a demon, and screams of pain echoed wherever it went.

You could no longer hear their voices; you only felt a constant buzzing in your ears, your vision gradually blurred, and after a flash of white light, you completely lost consciousness...

"Reporting, Lieutenant! Someone has fainted!"

The person lying next to you immediately shouted after seeing that your limbs were limp.

The ghost strode over to your side, knelt down to check your condition, and then shouted loudly:

"Quickly, get her to the medical room!"

Everyone immediately turned to look.

The blizzard, which was already standing not far away, immediately rushed out in a hurry.

But a figure was faster than her, a tall body rushing directly to your side, picking you up in one scoop, and then running off.

Blizzard wanted to follow suit, but Ghost left a comment.

"Everyone, continue."