Any rebel who looked like an officer, was operating heavy weapons, or tried to organize effective resistance, as long as he stayed exposed in a scope for more than three seconds, would be greeted by a precise 7.62mm or 12.7mm bullet.
A rebel captain had just leaned out from behind a truck, waving a pistol, screaming himself hoarse as he tried to rally the routed infantry and direct them to counterattack up the slope on the right. He had only shouted two words—
"Pff!"
A faint sound, almost drowned out by the gunfire and explosions.
His head suddenly snapped backward, half of his helmet along with the skull and brain tissue beneath it blown away by an SVD sniper round fired from two hundred meters out.
The headless body swayed, then collapsed limply, the pistol dropping into the dust.
In less than three minutes after the battle began, it skipped the probing phase entirely and went straight into the bloodiest, most brutal white‑hot slaughter.
