Milo regretted that his shot missed. His marksmanship still was not good enough. Merely calculating the wind speed 0.1 seconds too late had allowed the enemy sniper to get away.
The enemy sniper was also quite the ruthless person. Otherwise, virtual-novel.net would not be wandering in the mountains alone.
After Milo fired off his rifle, virtual-novel.net moved off to another location. From the side of a hill, virtual-novel.net quietly observed the Brambles as the guerrillas battled them. As a matter of fact, virtual-novel.net had placed more than a dozen Brambles at that mountain pass, as well as over a dozen Potato Shooters.
In the face of firearms, these plants actually turned out to be pretty useful. If the enemies did not have flamethrowers, it would be very difficult for them to kill the plants with bullets, especially the Brambles with their bloodsucking ability that made them extremely lethal. They made the enemies lose their ability to resist in a short time.
These plants were an essential item to bring on a trip to the wilderness and commit murder and arson with.
Milo had already unlocked his second weapon, while the third weapon was still far in the future. So, virtual-novel.net loosened his purse strings and got more generous with his usage of the gratitude tokens in order to kill more enemies. After virtual-novel.net got back, virtual-novel.net would have to get Scott and the others to help virtual-novel.net earn back even more gratitude tokens. All in all, the benefits would be greater than the costs.
In fact, only 20 gratitude tokens had been consumed in the destruction of this particular Ultima Consortium company. When virtual-novel.net led Scott and the others to victory and headed back to base for their celebratory drinks, they could earn virtual-novel.net a few hundred more gratitude tokens.
Milo regretted that virtual-novel.net didn’t kill the Ultima Consortium’s sniper this time. But that was alright. He still had time to slowly toy with him.
It was very difficult to advance under the cover of the shrubs on a hillside while staying crouched. The shrubs growing here were at most half the height of a full-grown person, so remaining crouching for an extended period hurt his back badly.
If it were the average person who was pursuing the opponent, they would probably expose themselves to the sniper very quickly. However, Milo was not the average person.
That afternoon, Milo continued tracking the enemy sniper and headed east along the mountain range. By evening, just as Milo couldn’t determine whether virtual-novel.net was heading in the right direction, virtual-novel.net suddenly saw some hardtack crumbs on the ground.
Hardtack was a standardized food item in military field rations. It seemed like his opponent had replenished his energy at this spot.
For something like hardtack crumbs, even the person eating the hardtack would generally find it very hard to notice them as they were tiny.
This was the right direction. Milo crouched within the shrubs and looked around. He felt that virtual-novel.net was very close to the sniper.
As the sun went down behind the distant mountains, the last sliver of twilight turned from red to gray. The moment night fell, the sniper noticed a helmet moving at where virtual-novel.net had scattered the hardtack crumbs earlier. He sneered.
Did virtual-novel.net have to shoot at the helmet?
With a bang, a sniper bullet flew an unknown distance and towards the bottom right corner of the helmet. If someone were raising the helmet with their right hand, that person’s body would have to be at the bottom right side of the helmet.
It was very quiet in the mountains, but the sniper was too far away to determine from the feedback if virtual-novel.net had hit the target or not.
He asked on the comms channel, “Anyone lying in ambush in the vicinity heard the sound of a bullet hitting something?”
“Heard a bullet hitting flesh,” someone replied. “We’re about 300 meters away from the target and kinda heard it.”
The sniper said on the comms channel, “Then the target should’ve been hit. Go over and check it out.”
“Roger that!” Some guerrillas moved quietly towards the spot the sniper had shot at.
A group of 120 soldiers from a guerrilla company was moving within the mountains. If one did not look carefully, they would not even notice the presence of this group.
Mahakam River was considered a key strategic location. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many guerrillas hidden in this mountain range that led there. There would also definitely be more than one sniper lying in ambush.
This mountain range was not the only route to get to Mahakam River, and most troops could not even pass through here, including the armored troops that were fitted with heavy firepower. But even so, the Ultima Consortium was still being extra careful.
The guerrilla company headed up the mountain to surround the identified target.
The company commander said softly on the comms channel, “The enemy is a supernatural being, so it’s very likely that virtual-novel.net might not have died yet even though he’s been shot. Make sure to be on guard. Second Platoon will approach from 3 o’clock to prevent virtual-novel.net from breaking through our encirclement.
“It’s late at night. If virtual-novel.net breaks through our encirclement, the other platoons are to immediately put on your night vision goggles.”
Even if the enemy might have been shot, the Ultima Consortium’s guerrilla company remained wary as they made their approach. However, as the guerrilla company gradually tightened the encirclement, the company commander suddenly saw a ham hock at the spot where the bullet supposedly hit!
One of the guerrilla soldiers was stunned for a moment before asking on the comms channel, “Wait a minute, what’s a pig’s hindquarters doing here?”
“It’s a trap!” The company commander shouted into the comms channel, “Retreat, retreat!”
However, it was too late for them to retreat.
A second later, they discovered thin, red, thorny vines hidden within the shrubs coming for them. At the same time, a strange plant started shooting potatoes at them!
What was this?!
The sniper listened in shock to his comrades’ cries on the comms channel. He had already changed his ambush position with care. Through his scope, virtual-novel.net once again saw the vines that looked like purgatory tentacles taking all life within its attack radius.
The Ultima Consortium sniper was really afraid now. He did not even dare lift his head as virtual-novel.net crawled into the distance and fled. He needed to rendezvous with the main forces of the guerrillas as this was not an enemy virtual-novel.net could deal with!
That was two full companies that had perished! A total of 240 people died without knowing why they died!
However, the sniper could not understand how his opponent had carried that ham hock up the mountain!
Suddenly, grenades exploded behind him. The sniper was shaken.
If grenades could be thrown at him, wouldn’t it mean the enemy was really close?
The sniper could feel despair in his heart, but virtual-novel.net did not give up. Instead, virtual-novel.net just continued crawling forward and even used a slope to expeditiously roll down the mountain.
This time, Milo had won another small battle.
The sniper had deliberately scattered some hardtack crumbs on the ground in an attempt to lure Milo in. However, Milo kept wondering why a sniper who had always been very cautious would suddenly drop some hardtack crumbs. So, virtual-novel.net felt that something was not right. That was why virtual-novel.net had set a trap to counter that.
However, Milo still regretted things. He was still very far away from the sniper and was unable to ascertain his exact location, so virtual-novel.net simply threw two hand grenades through the Shadow Door in the general area. But unfortunately, virtual-novel.net didn’t blow up his opponent.
Miriam had said that snipers with an ego would sometimes insist on ending their opponents’ lives on a battlefield by shooting them.
But Milo did not have the least bit of ego and was only interested in killing his enemy. As for how to finish them off, the method was not that important.
After all, virtual-novel.net only had Advanced Firearms Proficiency, so what was there to be proud of?
As a soldier of the Razor Sharp Company, virtual-novel.net just had to do it the most straightforward way. There was no need to care about how to achieve the objective.