Munitions Empire-Chapter 1012 - : 934 nobody cares about a fair fight
Chapter 1012: 934 nobody cares about a fair fight
A real sniper, once their shooting position is exposed, the first thought is to flee — only a fool would risk attempting to counter-kill the enemy; that’s certainly a dangerously suicidal act.
Because the enemy that can discover you must have a brain that is stronger than yours, or at least just as strong as yours; they can see through your calculations, so they must be highly intelligent.
This usually means that they also have decent professional capabilities: for a sniper, professional capabilities naturally include the ability to kill.
Thus, dueling with an enemy who is more formidable than you, or at least just as formidable, especially when you’re already in a disadvantageous situation, is obviously irrational.
Why not choose another time and place to decide the winner, instead of stubbornly seeking a fight to the death here?
In fact, the other side thinks the same: do you believe that most of the time on the battlefield, everyone is as respectful as in martial contests, bowing to each other, fighting in a fair, just, and open manner like a lottery draw full of ceremony?
Not at all. After one unsuccessful attempt, everyone immediately changes their tactics: hoping never to encounter again such perilous opponents who are too difficult to deal with…
Hoping those dangerous, formidable adversaries die in artillery fire, get blown up in bombings, step on landmines, or mistakenly eat poisonous mushrooms… In short, since we are not too familiar with each other, it’s best not to meet again.
Of course, there are also those who are braver and more eager to engage in the brutal slaughter of the battlefield, who hope to encounter respectable adversaries, to fight with dignity on the battlefield for supremacy and life and death.
Such people are admirable, and if they can repeatedly emerge victorious from battles, they can become a legend, a myth.
But most people are simple; they have simple survival instincts, so they constantly pray that those enemies stronger than themselves will eat too much and get diarrhea, contract malaria, and die midway through participating in the war.
Cao Fei and his spotter returned to their position and found the Great Tang Empire’s battlefield medic to help with the wound treatment; by then, the through-and-through wound had already stopped bleeding.
The Great Tang Empire’s hemostatic bandages are not without merit; not only are the medicines inside remarkably effective at stopping bleeding, but they are also very convenient to use.
The spotter, having received simple treatment on the battlefield, also got proper medical attention from the medic; the doctor examined his wound, then applied medicine, gave an injection, and finally bandaged it meticulously.
Cao Fei waited outside the treatment room, and during this process, he heard the rumbling sound of artillery from afar once again. Judging from the sound, the Dahua troops must have advanced at least another five hundred meters.
“Is this place about to become the front line?” He said boredly, leaning against the wall when he saw a medical corpsman helping treat the wounded, and he asked.
The medical corpsman had a white armband wrapped around his arm and wore a steel helmet made from special materials of the Great Tang Empire, so it was obvious that he was a medic from the Great Tang Empire.
The Great Tang Empire, in order to train medics, dispatched a large number of them to the Fengjiang frontline to assist with wounded soldiers, and also supplied Fengjiang’s army with a large amount of medicine.
“Almost. An artillery observer from the front line just came and said we’re less than 1900 meters away from the front line now,” the medic told Cao Fei. “After we deal with your last batch of wounded, we may have to move back too.”
“Ah? Moving? Where to?” Cao Fei hadn’t expected that this large makeshift hospital in the field would also have to relocate.
“From what I heard, moving into the city. I guess the conditions might be better there. We should at least have electricity, right?” The medic seemed quite optimistic.
“Perhaps.” Cao Fei nodded; he too felt that if they really could depend on the city for warfare, conditions might be better than at such field positions.
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At least they could move through buildings, with more complex terrain, making it easier to remain hidden. Compared to field terrain, urban combat terrain is more sniper-friendly.
Because in such complex terrains, snipers don’t need to maintain a single position for long, which is far more comfortable than in the open wilderness.
Of course, in an urban combat environment, the Great Tang Empire’s snipers can’t fully leverage the advantages of their advanced observation and aiming equipment, as the combat distance is very close, and the environment is extremely complicated.
But likewise, within the city of Fengjiang, the Great Tang Empire’s sniper units also had their own advantages: they were very familiar with the local terrain, and their maps were very precise.
Most of Fengjiang’s buildings were constructed with the help of the Great Tang Empire, as were the sewer systems, so the people of the Great Tang Empire knew the area very well, much more so than the snipers of the Dahua Empire.
Cao Fei hadn’t returned to Fengjiang City for a long time, so he didn’t know the current situation there. Actually, he guessed wrong; many parts of Fengjiang City had already lost their power supply.
The western side of Fengjiang City had been bombed into ruins by artillery, where at least three districts hardly had any buildings left.
The remaining districts that still had buildings were no longer safe either, with a multitude of debris and rubble filling the streets, crater holes everywhere, the entire city had long lost its original appearance.
Fortunately, the industrial sections of Fengjiang City were located in the southern and northern parts of the city, where the damage suffered so far was not too severe, so you could still see quite a few factories rushing to produce.
These places had now been converted into factories producing military supplies, such as the Fengjiang Machinery Factory built with investments from the Dahua Empire, which was now producing tractors for dragging artillery for the Fengjiang military.
By World War II standards, a factory capable of producing tractors actually had the qualifications to produce tanks. However, the Fengjiang Machinery Factory truly didn’t have the time for such a transformation, so they could only honestly keep producing tractors.
The Fengjiang military lacked everything, so tractors were also in short supply and couldn’t just switch production, so in the end, the machinery factory had to continue producing the tractors they were best at for emergency use.
Now, the western part of Fengjiang City had lost power, a 250mm caliber artillery shell had severed the cables, and repair work was ongoing, so many places in the western region had power outages.
Of course, now stationed there were mostly troops that had been withdrawn from the front line for rest, so they didn’t care too much about the availability of electricity.
The original residents here had all fled, with most crowding into the eastern districts, and a few had already crossed the Fengjiang, reaching the territory of the Great Tang Empire.
Although the Great Tang Empire had always maintained a restrained attitude towards receiving the population from the Dahua Empire, since the war started, the Great Tang Empire had still taken in at least 50,000 refugees from the Dahua Empire.
And from the start of the war until now, the Great Tang Empire had sent 100,000 mercenary troops to the front lines, helping the Fengjiang defending army to continue fighting.
These mercenaries all cost money, and their price was not cheap: the Great Tang Empire had advanced a large sum of funds for Fengjiang, so by rights, Fengjiang now owed a lot of money to the Great Tang Empire.
On the other side of the front line, the Dahua hunter, who was getting someone to sew buttons onto the shoulders of his military uniform, was also describing to his superior his experiences a few hours earlier.
He sat in his chair, cradling a bowl of hot soup, and began to speak to his superior officer, “The opponent’s camouflage is meticulous, they fix grass or some other messy stuff on themselves, looking just like a clump of weeds, indistinguishable when lying there.”
“This kind of attire doesn’t quite resemble the gunmen of the Fengjiang rebels… I think those people are probably the ‘sharpshooters’ from the Great Tang Empire,” the hunter paused here, looking towards his superior officer, waiting for a response.
They had lost two sharpshooters within two days, adding to the losses incurred when fighting against Fengjiang sharpshooters these days, the number of fallen marksmen was already at least ten.
A few hours ago, the sharpshooter who was killed by a headshot was actually quite formidable on the Dahua Empire’s side; he had killed two Fengjiang sharpshooters and was an experienced veteran sharpshooter as well.
“What are you looking at me for? Without evidence, how do you expect me to report to my superiors? Am I to say my men saw some unusual enemies and suspect that Tang people are involved?” His superior officer, also holding a bowl of hot soup, blew on the steam and addressed the old hunter.
“Would it make any difference if we were able to kill one of those people and obtain evidence?” the old hunter asked.
On the Dahua side, sharpshooters also received better treatment than ordinary soldiers. After all, they were harder to select, so naturally, they received more privileges. They had their own supplies, and their food was a cut above what regular soldiers had.
“…” His superior officer fell into thought and then shook his head, “If you’re not afraid of death, I can ask the people above about this issue, let them worry about it. But personally, I wouldn’t recommend doing so.”
“It will still be your men risking their lives in the end, while those above just move their lips.” The officer glanced at the old hunter’s uniform, at the shoulder where a bullet had ripped off a button, looking at the hole there.
He actually cared deeply for his subordinates, after all, they were excellent marksmen and trustworthy partners.
These sharpshooters were all personally recruited by him from various units, each one an expert with real combat experience, all veterans or experienced hunters, with formidable fighting capabilities.
If the Dahua Empire’s heavy tank units were elites, then these sharpshooters were the élite of the elite within the Dahua Empire’s infantry.
He had invested a lot in these sharpshooters; thus, he was reluctant to watch them sacrifice in vain.
“I just can’t stand it, I don’t know what these Tang people… stirring up trouble here are really after…” The old hunter took a sip of soup, letting the warmth spread through his body, and spoke up.
