"Wind direction, no problem."
"Gravity, no problem."
"Trigger feel, also no problem."
"Good…!"
March 7th lay behind a small mound, looking through her 8x scope at Bronya in the distance.
The other party was also aiming at March 7th.
The difference was that Bronya wasn't even using a scope.
"I refuse to believe it. This time I'm definitely hitting her!" March 7th licked her lips and focused intently on aiming at Bronya.
The entire forest became extremely quiet at this moment.
A gentle breeze blew, and a single snowflake slowly drifted down, landing on top of March 7th's broom-like hair.
Bang—!!
The gunshot rang out like thunder.
March 7th stood up in wild joy—this time she finally hit!
In front of her.
Bronya pursed her thin lips and slowly looked up.
On a tree about three meters above her, Zeig's forehead now had an extra long golden-yellow embedded object.
"…"
Zeig silently pulled the bullet out from his forehead and looked toward March 7th:
"Can you please tell me… your barrel was clearly pointed straight at her, so how the hell did you manage to hit the top of my head?"
This was just too ridiculous.
Zeig thought he was already standing quite high. After all, the tree itself was tall, and he was at least two or three meters above Bronya down below.
In such a situation, even if March 7th was a complete human aim-off master, she shouldn't be able to miss this badly, right?
"Damn it, when did you get here? You're ruining my focus!" March 7th looked up, saw it was Zeig, then immediately lay back down.
"Just wait, I'm definitely hitting her today!"
Bronya stood there silently, already too lazy to shoot or dodge.
She just calmly stared at March 7th's dark gun barrel with absolute confidence.
"What's your deal?" Seeing this, March 7th lifted her head again and complained to Bronya:
"Why don't you dodge? Or at least find some cover and lie down! Standing there motionless just makes me look like I have no skill!"
"No need."
"…"
Hearing the reply, March 7th bit her thin lip, lay down again, and resumed aiming.
Zeig jumped down next to March 7th, crouched, and said in frustration:
"Damn it, your posture is all wrong. You need to brace the stock against your shoulder, not mash your face into the 8x scope like that."
"Shoo shoo shoo, do I need you to teach me?"
"…"
After March 7th finally adjusted her posture, Bronya in the distance was silent for a moment before slowly walking away and hiding behind a large rock.
"Hmph, that's more like it!" March 7th was overjoyed and placed her finger on the trigger.
At that moment, the world seemed to fall completely silent.
Even Zeig, who was crouching beside her, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
This girl… this aura…
Could it be… she might actually hit this time?
"Hmph." A slight smirk appeared at the corner of March 7th's mouth. "Watch closely."
Her gaze sharpened, her breathing stilled.
In Zeig's stunned gaze, she suddenly pulled the trigger!
Bang—!!
Hit!
Accompanied by a miserable scream, March 7th jumped up in ecstasy, her mouth stretching into a huge grin!
Bronya also walked out from behind the rock in shock, completely stunned.
Only Zeig silently dug out another long golden-yellow fragment from his forehead, turned, and looked at March 7th beside him.
"Tell me… how did you hit me?"
"Uh…"
"You were aiming forward. I was standing right beside you—basically at a 90-degree angle to your line of fire. How the hell did you hit me?"
Zeig gripped the bullet so hard his back teeth were about to crack, eyes practically splitting with rage.
"That… have you ever heard of… bullet wobble technique?" March 7th scratched the edge of her bald scalp awkwardly and said:
"It's when, right at the moment the bullet leaves the barrel, you flick your wrist super fast, making the trajectory curve!"
"You call that a curve? I'm standing right next to you, bro!"
"Tch… it just curved a tiny bit. Do you have to be so petty about it? It's not like I'm the only one shooting at you." March 7th muttered quietly.
"…"
Zeig took a deep breath and lowered his voice:
"Today… one of us is definitely dying."
"?"
Seeing Zeig silently pick up his rod, blood still dripping from the hole in his forehead, his eyes filled with murderous intent—
March 7th immediately turned and ran without the slightest hesitation.
"Fuck! You still dare to run? Get back here and let me hit you a couple times too!"
"You think I'm stupid? It was just an accidental hit a few times. Why are you so petty!"
"Accidental? You really think it was accidental?"
While chasing her with the rod, Zeig turned sideways and pointed at the bullet craters on his back, gritting his teeth:
"Look at this! Look here!"
March 7th glanced back and said in surprise:
"Huh? Were those three really that strong? They actually beat you up this badly? You're pretty weak, huh!"
"Fuck you! All of these were done by you alone!"
"Really? I don't believe it!"
"***!"
Damn it, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got!
Zeig bent down, picked up a rock, and hurled it at the red-haired loser girl running ahead.
"Ah?"
Hearing the whoosh behind her, March 7th quickly ducked. The rock grazed past her hair.
Splat—!!
"…"
Brother Dao, who had been standing right in front of March 7th, now stood silently. His eyes slowly moved upward, staring at the blood gushing from his forehead.
Zeig: "…"
March 7th: "…"
Then they both looked at the two people who had stopped ahead.
"…"
Zeig and March 7th stared at each other, momentarily speechless.
After several seconds of silence—
Finally, Zeig reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes, took one out, and offered it forward.
"Brother Dao, have you eaten yet?"
"…I had lunch already."
Brother Dao ignored the cigarette, pointed at his bleeding forehead, and said in a low voice:
"How do we settle this?"
"…"
The hand Zeig had extended looked a bit awkward, so he pulled it back. He and March 7th exchanged another look.
"Hmph, see? Betraying your teammate, huh?" March 7th put her hands on her hips and mocked:
"Look how mad you made the boss—his face is literally green!"
"Fuck, my face is also green because of you, why don't you mention that? Am I a magnet or something?"
"I already said it was an accident! If you don't believe me, let me take another shot to show you!"
"No need." Brother Dao endured the pain in his forehead, pressed down March 7th's raised sniper rifle, and lowered his voice:
"Those Silvermane Guards aren't playing fair. They've already sent a large force to surround this entire area. We've been tricked."
"Ah?" March 7th exclaimed.
"Stop 'ah'-ing. Right now all of us are inside their encirclement. Escaping completely is probably impossible."
Brother Dao's gaze turned sharp:
"Now there's only one option left—sacrifice the few to protect the many."
Zeig narrowed his eyes:
"Brother Dao, you mean…"
"You two pick one person to stay behind and cover our retreat."
"…"
At this moment, both Zeig and March 7th slowly turned to look at each other and narrowed their eyes slightly.
…