He Chenguang was like a cold, resolute iceberg, his gaze focused and calm, deep enough to pierce through all the fog and danger on this battlefield.
Holding his sniper rifle, he crouched agilely behind an abandoned sandbag wall riddled with bullet holes. His breathing was steady and even, like a tranquil lake without a single ripple. The deafening roar of gunfire, the tide of incoming enemies, and the looming threat of death just inches away could not shake him in the slightest. Like a tuner obsessed with perfect harmony, he adjusted his breathing rhythm with extreme precision, every minor shift made only to ensure his next shot would be as accurate as a verdict of fate.
His posture was standard and stable, like a pine tree deeply rooted in the earth, standing firm no matter how the gale raged or the rain poured. Through the cold scope of his rifle, he locked onto the enemy, his eyes revealing an indisputable sense of determination and confidence. "You think you can stop us? Not so easy," he muttered to himself.
Chapter 301