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Although Zhou Zheng'an was still in Beijing at the time, this battle across battlefields tightly linked him with Zhang Chunguang and countless volunteer soldiers.

Zhang Chunguang was an interesting person; he himself didn't know he could become a super sharpshooter. Later generations ranked him as the ninth best sniper in the world.

He used to be a hunter, spending his days traversing the mountains and forests, outwitting and outmaneuvering wild animals, so his marksmanship was naturally quite good.

But most importantly, this person was born farsighted.

A normal person can't see clearly beyond 400 or 500 meters; everything becomes blurry. But Zhang Chunguang is different. The farther away he is, the clearer he can see; distant targets seem to be right in front of him.

He was wounded in battle and was recuperating at a field hospital on the front lines.

The hospital was filled with the pungent smell of medicine, and the groans of the wounded echoed throughout.

Lying in his hospital bed, Zhang Chunguang thought that his health had basically recovered and he was preparing to return to his unit immediately.

Firstly, he missed his comrades-in-arms, and secondly, the field hospital at the front had limited beds, and he wanted to reserve the beds for his comrades who needed them most.

Just then, as he was about to leave, he saw someone approaching and asking who had the best marksmanship and the most accurate aim, because there was a very important mission.

Zhang Chunguang immediately became interested and learned that the US had sent some snipers, causing heavy casualties to the soldiers at various outposts of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Those soldiers who were holding their posts, especially the patrol soldiers, fell one after another under the precise shots of the American snipers.

Zhang Chunguang felt a chill and immediately said that his marksmanship was quite good.

The other party seemed very pleased and immediately inquired. After learning that Zhang Chunguang was indeed a good shot, they said they were going to take him to the front lines.

Zhang Chunguang was originally preparing to return to his original unit to continue fighting, but at this moment he signed up without hesitation, his eyes revealing determination and courage.

Afterwards, he followed the team leader and five other sharpshooter comrades to the nearest defensive line.

Along the way, everyone's steps were hurried yet firm.

Upon arriving at the front-line outpost, all the newly arrived sharpshooters received brief training before going to the front lines.

A sharpshooter said solemnly, "There's a sniper on the other side, very skilled, capable of hitting from a great distance. How should our sharpshooter deal with him?"

"First of all, don't move around randomly, stay hidden. If your position is exposed, you might be killed."

Zhang Chunguang's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with a smile, "Isn't this just hunting wild boars? I've done it this way many times before."

These words made the other sharpshooters laugh as well, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

The main reason is that many of the sharpshooters in the Chinese People's Volunteer Army were former hunters.

They share a common language.

Soon, Zhang Chunguang went into battle with his comrades the next day.

They carefully lay in ambush in the trenches, the soil inside smelling damp.

Zhang Chunguang squinted, peering through the gaps in the trench at the American patrol soldiers four or five hundred meters away.

The soldiers, dressed in neat uniforms, walked cautiously, as if constantly observing any potential dangers.

This is the most dangerous time for the patrol soldiers.

Zhang Chunguang began to aim, his eyes focused and calm, his finger gently pulling the trigger.

With a "bang," a gunshot rang out, and the bullet whistled towards the enemy, quickly killing an American soldier.

The remaining American soldiers immediately dropped to the ground, like startled rabbits.

But they all remained completely still.

At the same time, the American sniper lying in ambush on the opposite side heard the gunshot and immediately opened fire on Zhang Chunguang. Bullets whistled past Zhang Chunguang's head.

Zhang Chunguang had already moved to another location, then quickly located the enemy sniper's position and began his counterattack.

He aimed again, pulled the trigger, and took down the sniper on the other side with a single shot.

The opposing sniper probably didn't expect that the Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers, armed with ordinary rifles and without scopes, could see him and hit him from such a distance. This was a case of carelessness.

Being careless means certain death.

In a sniper duel, one mistake means death.

The remaining American soldiers were even more frightened when they saw their sniper being killed.

They originally planned to fish, hoping to lure out the sharpshooters of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, but they didn't expect Zhang Chunguang to be so skilled.

So he quickly rolled on the ground and headed towards his outpost.

Soon, they were all killed by Zhang Chunguang.

Dealing with someone who only knows how to run away is basically like offering yourself up as food.

In reality, these American soldiers might not have died so quickly if they had been fired at with submachine guns and carbines.

In his first battle, Zhang Chunguang killed seven people, achieving an incredible result.

Back at the outpost, he clenched his fist excitedly, a proud smile spreading across his face.

His comrades gathered around, giving him thumbs up, and cheers erupted across the battlefield.

Then came the celebration.

Zhang Chunguang has made such great contributions in battle, he should at least be awarded a second-class merit, or even a first-class merit.

The Shiji side also received this news and couldn't help but be happy.

Several leaders sat together, their faces beaming with satisfaction, praising Zhang Chunguang as a hero. They even planned to publicize Zhang Chunguang so that more soldiers could learn from his heroic deeds.

And to learn Zhang Chunguang's playing style.

Unexpectedly, after discovering how skilled Zhang Chunguang was, the US assumed he was a top-tier sniper prepared by the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and immediately dispatched three elite sniper teams.

In the United States, snipers operate in teams, which include not only snipers but also fire observers and fire suppression personnel. Typically, a combat unit consists of four to five people, which allows for better sniping effectiveness.

They are well-equipped, with sniper rifles equipped with advanced scopes, enabling them to accurately engage targets from a great distance.

The key roles are clearly defined and complement each other perfectly.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army, on the other hand, was completely clueless and didn't even know the concept of a sniper rifle.

That's why I suffered such a big loss before.

Zhang Chunguang was unaware of this and continued sniping the next day.

As usual, he lay in ambush in the trenches early, waiting for the enemy to appear.

After lying in ambush for four hours, he spotted the American patrol emerging again and prepared to fire. He skillfully aimed, pulled the trigger, and with a "bang," killed another American patrol soldier.

He was then immediately spotted by three elite snipers from the US and subsequently surrounded.

In a sniper duel, a single mistake could be fatal.

After all, snipers are very accurate, and every bullet can be a matter of life and death.

Meanwhile, the US side had not only three snipers but also six fire observers. They acted swiftly, quickly locating Zhang Chunguang's hiding place and then began to surround him.

So as long as you fire from a position that Zhang Chunguang can't cover, Zhang Chunguang will be powerless to fight back.

Zhang Chunguang was quickly and completely suppressed.

Bullets from the suppressor rained down around him, hitting the muddy trench and kicking up clouds of dust.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will be sacrificed to the muzzle of an American sniper pistol.

Suddenly, Zhang Chunguang had a flash of inspiration. He used a tree branch to support his military cap and slowly peered out of the trench.

The moment the military cap appeared, he was hit. The bullet pierced through the cap, leaving a clear bullet hole.

Zhang Chunguang spotted a sniper's position immediately, quickly adjusted his posture, and fired, killing the sniper.

Zhang Chunguang then began to roll backward, constantly tumbling in the trenches to dodge enemy bullets.

His body rubbed against the mud, and his clothes were torn, but he didn't care about that. He only had one thought in his mind: to break through.

Just an hour later, when he was about to successfully break through, he was shot in the arm by an American sniper.

Blood flowed down his arm, staining his sleeves red.

However, they ultimately managed to break through, truly a stroke of good fortune.