DipNovel Chapter 182 The Little Sniper
Chapter 182 The Little Sniper
Chapter 182 The Little Sniper
After lunch, Gavin didn't rest and immediately took Steve to continue the mission.
There were quite a few people on this mission. Eugene and Martin each led three team members, and with Gavin and Steve, there were a total of ten people, which was double digits.
Martin drove the War Shield, Eugene drove the Knight XV, and Gavin and Steve were just cooperating, so they followed behind the vehicles on horseback.
The group arrived at the area where Martin had discovered the zombie cows that morning. Following the location of the zombie cows, they managed to eliminate all thirty-seven scattered zombie cows without any major incidents.
After dealing with the zombie cow, Gavin and Steve turned their horses around, said goodbye to the convoy, and returned to the manor.
This time, the two went directly to the roof of the manor, and Steve started the helicopter.
As he started the helicopter, he asked Gavin.
"Boss, so our task this afternoon is to go to Richard Town to scout out the situation?"
"That's right."
Gavin nodded, looking at the increasingly smaller manor beneath him, and responded.
"I haven't seen what Richard Town looks like since yesterday's zombie migration."
"Although we witnessed more than five zombie groups gathering towards Richard Town, we also witnessed a massive zombie horde of nearly 100,000 people migrating there."
"But all we can see are the hordes of corpses in our area. We can't see the hordes of corpses in other areas, nor can we estimate their numbers. We have to see them for ourselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin went to the co-pilot's seat of the helicopter and tossed Steve a cigarette.
Steve took the cigarette, took a few puffs, exhaled smoke, remained silent for a moment, and then smiled wryly.
"So, we're probably going to be facing hundreds of thousands of zombies, brother."
"Yeah, don't be scared out of your wits, Steve."
Gavin patted Steve on the shoulder, and the helicopter quickly headed towards Richard Town.
Soon, the two were close to the town.
When they were still about five kilometers away from Richard, Gavin had already raised his binoculars.
Because he had already seen signs of zombies!
The forest area was fine, Gavin couldn't see anything there, but once the road leading to Richard Town left the forest area...
He could vaguely see scattered zombies moving around on the road.
Clearly, Richardtown had become a dangerous place.
When the helicopter approached within three kilometers of Richard town...
Even without binoculars, Gavin, at an altitude of two thousand meters, could already see large groups of zombies moving around!
Damn, what a shocking scene! The zombies on the ground were gathering in groups, moving slowly in a circle around the town of Richard.
Gavin, looking at all of that, saw it as if he were seeing a spinning Rinnegan!
That's right, the zombies were moving around Richard Town in a continuous circular motion within a radius of nearly three kilometers.
The whole thing looks like an irregularly shaped large sphere that keeps rotating.
This scene made Steve grit his teeth.
He stared at the zombies visible to the naked eye below and said.
"Mazefak, if it weren't for the forest and grasslands below, I'd fucking drive an Apache over there and unleash all the hellfire on their heads!"
"How many zombies are there? I feel like even 200,000 wouldn't be enough to describe their numbers, bro. Can you roughly estimate?"
"I'm fucking doing the statistics!"
Gavin waved to Steve, then used his relatively basic statistical knowledge to analyze the zombies in his field of vision, dividing them into sections.
After silently calculating for more than forty seconds, Gavin rubbed his forehead and spoke to Steve.
"If the zombies in downtown Richard Town weren't resting like they were piled up, I'd guess at least 400,000 zombies had gathered around Richard Town!"
"Damn it, the 400,000 zombies aren't the main issue, because they're concentrated near the town. The more concentrated they are, the safer the surrounding area becomes."
"But the key issue is that during their migration, these zombies are like a bunch of hens laying eggs—some zombies are always left behind!"
"For example, a group of 10,000 zombies passing by our horse farm left more than a thousand zombies in our horse farm because of the obstacles there."
"And the other zombie hordes heading towards Richard Town did the same, leaving countless zombies in the forests and other places that could create obstacles along their route!"
"So, damn it, I have reason to suspect that the area at least ten kilometers around Richard Town has become completely off-limits to us, and we probably can no longer drive close to that area!"
At this point, Gavin couldn't help but curse.
Beside Gavin, Steve, who was piloting the plane, let out a sigh, then looked up helplessly and said...
"And the zombies will still be active, boss. They'll continue to spread and proliferate. One day, our area will also be affected by the zombies around Richard Town. This isn't just baseless speculation!"
"Therefore, we are facing more and more dangers. We need to find a way to drive the zombies away from Richard Town!"
At this point, Steve looked at Gavin, and their eyes met.
After exchanging a glance, Gavin nodded, confirming Steve's statement, and continued.
"That's right, we have to find a way to reduce the number of zombies in the surrounding area, after all, we've been calling for and gathering survivors from the surrounding area over the loudspeaker."
"But Richard Town blocks our southwest direction, which makes it very difficult for anyone to approach us from the entire southwest."
"If the survivors, unconsciously, choose to approach us from the southwest, they'll fall into the trap of the massive horde of zombies, making us look like we're the ones harming them!"
"Steve, you go down first. We'll descend to an area of four or five hundred meters and see if we can use the helicopter to distract them."
"Now that the zombies have finished migrating, the helicopters should theoretically be used for guidance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin pressed his palm down.
Steve nodded and controlled the plane to descend gradually, until it was only 300 meters from the ground.
After he descended, the zombies were indeed affected enough that a tidal wave of zombies immediately chased after them.
Upon seeing this, Gavin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, while Steve excitedly patted the helicopter control stick.
"Aha!"
Steve then laughed loudly and said...
"It worked, boss! The zombies that have finished migrating aren't ignoring us like the ones that were still migrating!"
"certainly!"
Gavin responded loudly to Steve's enthusiasm, and spoke up.
"That's how it should be, since there aren't any new aggregates in Richard Town that can affect the zombies that have migrated to the area."
"Although we are still unable to determine all the abilities and characteristics of the aggregate, we are certain that the aggregate has a unique attraction to zombies."
"Then, without an aggregate, the zombies have absolutely no reason to abandon us, this huge and conspicuous source of sound!"
"However, we must keep moving and not stay in one place, lest we create a second aggregate."
"Steve, I'll keep an eye on things below. Follow my instructions. We need to keep moving at all times. Start from the edge of the zombie horde and gradually lure the zombies away from Richard Town, as far as possible into the surrounding vast forest and river areas."
From this point on, the two were fully committed to dismembering the zombie.
They started by luring the zombies from the edge, dismantling them little by little, wave by wave, in a relatively slow manner that kept them in sight.
They spent the entire afternoon on this task, and it wasn't finished until evening.
It's important to understand that this time, they're not just going to fly around with zombies and call it a day.
First, they can't attract too many zombies at once. If they attract 100,000 or so zombies at once, it's not very meaningful. So they try to operate on the edge of the large zombie horde each time, and try to divide a zombie horde of at least 400,000 into countless smaller hordes of 20,000 to 30,000, or at most 30,000 to 50,000.
In addition, they also had to find a place for the medium-sized zombie horde they had separated to stay.
They couldn't let the zombies disappear aimlessly, so they actively selected many suitable places for the zombies to stay.
Those places are the surrounding towns, because those towns are already places that people pay attention to and are wary of. Even if there are more zombies, the existence of the towns will be more conspicuous.
In these towns, Gavin also had to plan their locations, leaving enough passageways for areas that could be considered main thoroughfares within the interconnected zombie network of countless towns.
After flying around with hordes of zombies for an entire afternoon, Gavin estimated that there were only 150,000 to 180,000 zombies left in Richard Town.
This number needs to be reduced further until the Richard Town zombie horde is also reduced to only tens of thousands.
In addition, Gavin marked the towns that had been hit by helicopters, marking a large danger zone on the map, including the roads connecting the various towns.
Although the main zombies have been lured away, a considerable number of stray zombies will still remain along the way.
So, the danger zone is still a danger zone, and the danger has not decreased at all. It's just that these danger zones are no longer as despairing as they were before.
So, around 5:40 pm.
As the sun began to set, the two men's helicopter returned to the manor.
As winter fades and spring arrives, the days seem to grow a little longer. In the past, it would have been completely dark by this time.
As for now, although it wasn't completely dark yet, Gavin's face had turned completely black.
Even on the entire return journey, he was lost in thought staring at the map marked with countless danger zones.
Noticing Gavin's expression, Steve took a deep breath and, while controlling the helicopter to descend to the rooftop, spoke to Gavin.
"Boss, don't worry. Even if you are worried, there's nothing we can do. We've done the best we can."
"Maybe. I don't know if we did our best, but at least we tried."
Gavin nodded in response, then watched as the helicopter landed completely.
As the helicopter descended to a distance of 600 meters from the ground, the gunshots finally traveled through the sound of the rotors and reached Gavin's ears.
bump!
boom!
The sudden gunshot made Gavin frown, so he quickly picked up his binoculars and looked down at the ground.
Steve, standing nearby, couldn't help but gasp and ask.
"Why are there gunshots? Damn it, something's happened at home!"
"Let me take a look, damn it!"
Gavin responded with a curse. On his way home, he hadn't really paid attention to the situation at home. Why was there a continuous shooting going on inside?
While Gavin was observing through binoculars, on the ground, on the east side terrace of the second floor of the manor.
Thomas, holding a shotgun and aiming it at the approaching zombies, spoke to his men beside him.
"Friends, look at your field and office staff, look at Anthony and Nikita, and look at Feng's condition!"
"Their breathing remained steady, and steady breathing is key to accurate aiming!"
"Don't be nervous, there are only about twenty zombies in this wave. Relax and regulate your breathing!"
"Those using rifles can fire now. Those using pistols and shotguns, wait a while. Wait until the zombies are less than 100 meters away before you open fire!"
"Just over twenty zombies. Even if they get to the manor's ground floor, they won't be able to break in. So you have nothing to be afraid of. We—wait, the boss is back!"
Just as Thomas finished speaking, they heard the sound of a helicopter overhead.
Previously, their attention had been focused on the horde of zombies approaching the manor, and they hadn't noticed the helicopter flying in the dimly lit sky.
Since the zombie apocalypse, at least Gavin's team's helicopters have generally been operating at an altitude of at least two kilometers, an altitude that is not easily spotted by ordinary people.
Gavin's return has given the guys facing the zombies boundless strength.
Hearing the sound of the helicopter overhead, Nikita couldn't help but purse her lips.
Old Feng grinned and began to speak.
"The boss came back just in time, haha. But even if he had been a little later, we wouldn't have been in any trouble. It's just a mere twenty-odd zombies."
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boom!
Before we knew it, Lao Feng had fired his gun. Beside him, Anthony was moving with him, and their rifles burst into fierce flashes in the gradually darkening night sky.
However, the two weren't firing tracer rounds, so the bullet marks weren't visible. People could only see the zombie's figure in the distance pause slightly.
It was getting dark, and the small horde of zombies was about 500 meters away from the manor. At that distance, it was impossible to hit them accurately. It was only by chance that Old Feng managed to knock the zombies off balance.
At the same time Lao Feng fired his gun, behind them, through the thick glass...
Winnie suddenly grabbed a huge sniper rifle and slowly pulled open the nearly half-meter-thick glass door along the track on the floor. She then carried the MK22 into the crowd.
Thomas was genuinely taken aback when he saw Winnie holding the big gun.
"Wait, Winnie, what are you doing—"
"It's the MK22! Uncle Eugene took me to play with it a few times, and I think it feels amazing to use!"
As Winnie responded, she placed the large gun on the edge of the terrace, supporting her right arm with her left hand and the butt and trigger area with her right hand, while keeping her eyes on the scope.
Thomas swallowed hard, then looked at Winnie with admiration and asked.
"I know that's an MK22, but are you sure you won't get hurt, Winnie?"
"I?"
Hearing Thomas's words, Winnie asked a question without saying much, then found the nearest zombie in her field of vision and pulled the trigger sharply!
boom!
A loud gunshot rang out, and Winnie's shoulders and body jerked violently, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan.
The recoil of the MK22 isn't that scary for an adult, but for a thirteen-year-old like her, it was no less than being punched hard by a boy her age.
As for the bullet she had just fired, Winnie clearly saw her target pause sharply.
She clearly hit her, but not her head!
Winnie wasn't frustrated; in fact, the mere fact that she had hit a zombie's body was enough to excite her.
This was her first time using a precision rifle in actual combat.
Precision rifles have a much shorter range than sniper rifles, but a much longer range than automatic rifles. Weapons like the MK22 were originally designed to fill the shooting range between 400 and 800 meters, which is why they are widely used by special forces.
As for Winnie, she quickly adjusted her posture, grabbed the zombie in the mirror, and then held her breath.
boom!
After a brief moment of holding her breath, Winnie calmly fired another shot.
This time, the zombie that she had just knocked back staggered fell heavily to the ground, but it was still struggling to get up, which showed that hitting the head was not so easy.
To put it another way, hitting a moving target more than 400 meters away is never an easy task!
The people around also noticed the results of Winnie's two consecutive shots, since there were very few people present who used long-range firearms.
Nikita was carrying a shotgun, and the others were probably similar, either shotguns or pistols.
There were only three people on site using rifles: Old Feng, Anthony, and William.
Therefore, when the zombies four or five hundred meters away stumbled and fell, everyone knew without guessing who did it!
Even Old Feng was startled, and then he growled at Winnie.
"Holy crap, Winnie, your aim is off the charts!"
Well, our Comrade Feng hasn't had a chance to infect his buddies with his Northeastern accent yet.
He himself was infected by the bastards in the camp and started spouting American swear words.
Winnie, in response to Feng's exclamation, simply smiled and confidently replied.
"Of course! I've been practicing with the precision rifle for a whole week now. Although Uncle Eugene doesn't let me fire too many bullets, I like this gun, so I'm still quite accurate!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Winnie took another deep breath and fired a shot.
This time, the zombie that was rolling on the ground trying to get up was hit hard again.
Winnie, however, pursed her lips excitedly and stopped targeting the zombie.
Meanwhile, on the third floor rooftop.
As the helicopter slowly descended, Gavin followed the direction of the gunfire and found a small horde of corpses approaching the manor from the direction of the chicken farm.
After confirming that the horde of zombies consisted of only a few dozen people, Gavin relaxed slightly and then opened fire directly from the helicopter.
Although he hasn't been focusing on rifle training lately, his physical and mental qualities are simply too outstanding!
His gun was so steady, almost without any shaking, which also proved that he had extremely strong control over his body!
boom!
Gunshots rang out from the helicopter.
In the distance, among the horde of zombies, the one running at the front suddenly had a burst of blood erupt from its head.
This sight made Winnie, who was feeling a little proud, pause abruptly, and then she involuntarily looked up at the sky.
Thomas paused for a moment, then smiled and said to his men.
"Our boss is backing us up, guys, he's got incredible aim, like a marksman!"
boom!
No sooner had Thomas finished speaking than Gavin fired another shot.
This time, the shot went slightly off course. The zombie's head was shaking erratically, and Gavin was only aiming for the zombie's head, so he missed.
"Oh shit."
Gavin muttered a curse under his breath.
"What I hate most are these kinds of jerks who like to shake their heads and act like that!"
As he spoke, Gavin fired again, and the zombie finally fell to the ground with a headshot.
One after another.
Just as Gavin, Old Feng, Anthony, William Winnie, and others had reduced the horde of more than twenty zombies to only fourteen or fifteen heads.
The zombies finally got within 100 meters of the manor.
Howling!
Mou!!!
At this distance, the presence of zombies had already made the cattle and horses uneasy and they began to whinny.
Thomas then set up his spray gun and addressed the group of support staff who were guarding the terrace.
"Shotguns, fire now. Pistols, hold off. Wait until they're within fifty meters!"
The moment the words were spoken, a barrage of trolls erupted.
And that was right after Nikita fired three shots.
The zombies have all been wiped out.
There was no other way; too many people in the camp used shotguns, so most of the support staff chose to use shotguns to defend themselves after hearing that zombies were attacking.
The barrage of bullets fired from a dozen or so shotguns along a horizontal line is terrifying within a hundred-meter radius.
When it comes to dealing with zombies, shotguns are absolutely unparalleled weapons. Every shot can effectively pierce a zombie's head, so much so that the guys with pistols didn't even have a chance to fire.
The last zombie had already fallen to the ground.
Winnie sullenly put away her precision rifle, pouting with a look of regret on her face.
Although she took down two zombies, she didn't get a single headshot. She fired a total of eight shots and didn't get a single headshot. Is she not suited to be a sniper?
Noticing Winnie's dejected look, Old Feng paused for a moment, then reached out and rubbed Winnie's head, laughing.
"Kid, what are you complaining about? You've already hit the target very accurately. When I was your age, I had never even tried to shoot birds with a slingshot."
"But I didn't manage to land a single headshot!"
Hearing Lao Feng's words of comfort, Winnie responded unhappily.
Beside Old Feng, William holstered his gun, pointing it towards the sky, and casually smiled at Winnie.
"Guess how many headshots a sniper can get in his lifetime, since snipers in the past didn't need headshots to kill!"
"Believe me, Winnie, my cousin praises you every night before he goes to bed, saying you're a natural-born sniper. He says it at least once every night, sometimes even more than once."
"So don't get discouraged. Maybe this summer, you can become a real sniper."
"As for my cousin, haha, who knows, maybe one day he'll be your watchdog~"