Within just a few hundred meters, six members of the Four Nations Alliance had already been sniped by him.
Qu Hang dropped his supply pack, clutching only his sniper rifle as he sprinted towards the mountaintop. Having scouted the area beforehand, he moved with speed. The soldiers of the Four Nations below, wary of being shot, cautiously advanced up the slope. By the time he reached his second sniping point, the elite soldiers of the Four Nations had only just arrived at his previous position.
Just as he raised his sniper rifle, he suddenly felt something was off; those people had all come to a stop.
Qu Hang keenly looked up, eyeing a magnified black dot, the corner of his mouth twitching, "This is really boring..."
"Boom!"
An artillery shell struck the mountaintop, sending Qu Hang flying like a feather in the wind; as he hit the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"He's injured, don't let him escape, kill him!"
"Kill this Donghuang sniper to avenge the general!"
