Chapter 105: Open Fire! All Units, Fire!

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Watching the soldiers under his command launch a ferocious assault on the stronghold of the 63rd Division, their wild and savage momentum stirred his blood to a boil. At that moment, Colonel Yamaguchi, stationed in the command post of the 54th Infantry Regiment, slowly lowered his binoculars, a radiant pride and confidence glowing on his face as if he were already envisioning the victory ahead. With fervor, he declared:

“Perfect! Just as I anticipated, the elite forces of the dynasty—these New Dynasty soldiers simply cannot halt our advance!”

His gaze sparkled with resolve and expectation. “To challenge the dynasty? It’s sheer arrogance!”

Before his words could fully settle, a hurried messenger shattered the triumphant mood, bringing grim news:

“Report, Colonel! Captain Benda of the First Battalion has been shot. The deputy commander has taken over command!”

Colonel Yamaguchi’s expression instantly grew grave, an indescribable sorrow flashing in his eyes.

“Benda... fallen?” he whispered, his voice laden with grief.

“He was such a talented man, an outstanding graduate of the Army University with a bright future ahead!”

At this moment, Yamaguchi’s brow furrowed deeply, seemingly unaware of the gravity of the situation. His thoughts dwelled more on the personal tragedy of Benda than on the strategic implications.

However, the severity of the situation was soon laid bare by another messenger’s report: “Colonel, urgent news—the commander of the Second Battalion has also been fatally sniped. Command has passed to the deputy!”

Yamaguchi’s face paled, shifting abruptly from regret to shock. The confident pride in his eyes gave way to rising anxiety.

He knew well that losing two battalion commanders in quick succession was unprecedented in his military career—this was no mere coincidence but a stark indicator of how dire the battle had become.

“How can this be possible?” he murmured, a deep unease and confusion coloring his voice as he clenched his fists tightly. “Is this not too much of a coincidence?”

Hearing this, the staff officer beside him urged, “Please continue, sir!”

Then came a further analysis: “I suspect the enemy is deliberately targeting our commanders with precision sniping.”

Yamaguchi’s expression grew even more complex, mingling disbelief with astonishment: “Impossible!” he retorted, incredulous. “Both battalion commanders were at least a thousand meters away from the enemy lines!”

He grew increasingly agitated. “Even our army’s most renowned snipers cannot guarantee a perfect hit every time!”

His skepticism turned to disdain. “How could these New Dynasty soldiers possibly achieve such skill?”

Before he could finish, another messenger arrived breathlessly, the tension in the air thickening instantly. Urgently he reported to Yamaguchi, “Emergency, Colonel! The deputy commander of the Second Battalion has been shot!”

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“His head was pierced—a hole. He is currently undergoing emergency treatment!”

Only now did Colonel Yamaguchi grasp the full scope of the situation. His face darkened, a mixture of anger and understanding burning in his eyes—this was clearly a calculated enemy sniper operation.

His expression hardened, fury igniting beneath his gaze. He bellowed, “Damn those enemies!”

His voice reverberated throughout the command post, filled with rage and resolve.

“They have obviously learned marksmanship from the Wanshi sniper experts!”

His anger stemmed not only from the enemy’s actions but also from his own helplessness and the cunning of the opposing forces.

Within just fifteen minutes, the news of losing three senior commanders struck Yamaguchi’s heart like a hammer blow. He knew that even if this battle ended in victory, he would become a laughingstock within the army.

At this critical juncture, his voice lowered but remained resolute as he ordered, “All commanders, implement immediate cover measures! Change into ordinary soldier uniforms to avoid further sniper targeting!”

Following his command, all frontline officers swiftly removed their rank insignia, blending in with the rank and file. Every movement betrayed a fierce will to survive.

Meanwhile, Wang Muzhi, observing from another sector, noted the swift reaction of the New Dynasty troops with a faint, regretful smile. “A pity we couldn’t expand our gains further.”

Sniper Xiao Sun carefully secured his 98k rifle and solemnly reminded Wang Muzhi, “Brigade commander, you promised to recommend me for a reward—don’t forget that!”

Hearing this, Wang Muzhi laughed heartily.

“Rest assured, I will commend you highly before the corps commander!”

Wang’s figure stood resolute at the frontline, his eyes burning like fire. Striding forward with firm steps, he loudly rallied the new recruits, his voice brimming with passion and encouragement:

“Sharpen your spirits! We are the top combat force!”

His words swept away the fog of fear and hesitation clouding the young soldiers’ hearts.

“The enemy is nothing but poorly equipped little devils—there’s nothing to fear!”

He pressed on with determination etched on his face, as if he himself were an unbreakable fortress.

“Stay calm! Remember to keep your composure!”

His gaze swept over each recruit, urging them to find tranquility within.

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“When the enemy closes on our lines, that’s when you open fire fiercely!”

His hands clenched as if gripping an imaginary trigger, inspiring the recruits to prepare for battle.

“Remember, the enemy, like us, has two shoulders holding one head—just one head!”

He offered a faint smile, easing the tension with a touch of humor.

“If your bullet strikes his leg, he loses mobility and cannot fight!”

“If you hit his heart or head with precision, the enemy falls instantly!”

At this moment, Wang Muzhi’s expression turned solemn, his gaze sharp as a blade, cutting through the air thick with fear and hesitation.

“Treat them like targets—pull the trigger decisively, understood?”

His final words were almost a shout, echoing through the trenches, igniting the fighting spirit deep within every soldier.

With the brigade commander’s encouragement at the frontline, the once unsettled recruits now shouted in unison, their voices filled with determination and courage:

“Yes, Commander! We will not let you down!”

“Next, we’ll show those little devils just how fierce we are!”

After this rallying cry, the recruits’ nerves steadied.

Though some still trembled with anxiety, their eyes grew firm, their guns unwaveringly aimed at the enemy.

Through observation slits specially installed in the trenches, the soldiers watched intently as the enemy rapidly approached, their breaths growing heavy as each silently counted down the distance.

Four hundred meters! Three hundred meters! Two hundred meters!

Amid the smoke and fire of battle, when the enemy closed to just one to two hundred meters, commanders at all levels shouted in unison with all their might:

“Fire! Everyone, open fire!”

The command echoed across the battlefield like thunderous war drums.