Luo Zheng and his companions lay on the ground, able to feel bullets flying over their heads, but the threat was minimal, untroubling. They were all snipers, using sniper rifles with maximum ranges of over a kilometer, and effective ranges over eight hundred meters. Even with strong winds, bullets wouldn't drift much within five or six hundred meters, and their killing power was much stronger than that of ordinary rifles.
Benefiting from the sniper rifle's shooting advantage, Luo Zheng stared intensely through the sniper scope at the enemy, who, though prone, had not yet retreated. One person appeared to be shouting something, seemingly an officer. He quickly locked on, annoyed, and commanded, "On my order, 11 o'clock direction, distance four hundred seventy meters, wind speed at force six, aim half a foot to the left of the target's head, three-round burst, fire."