She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

When Han Lei and the two others hurriedly reached the halfway point of the mountain, a sudden commotion shattered the night’s tranquility.

The shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwined like the gates of hell being violently opened, unleashing endless chaos and slaughter.

Han Lei and the others exchanged glances, their hearts sinking abruptly.

It’s started over there; the Vanguard Camp’s actions must have been exposed.

But with the dense forests and shrubs on the mountain, they could only hear the sounds and couldn’t see the chaotic battle scene below.

”Damn it, we must get there quickly!”

Han Lei was anxious and quickened her pace.

Hua Tianyou and Ping Chuan followed closely behind, their figures racing through the night, as if competing against time.

After running for a while, through the gaps in the vegetation, they could faintly see the shadows of people, glimpses of swords and sabers, but couldn’t discern which were the warriors of the Vanguard Camp and which were the Turkic enemies.

”Miss Han, what should we do now?”

Ping Chuan’s voice carried urgency and helplessness.

Han Lei didn’t answer but quickly took out a military binocular from her space.

Though they were almost at the mountain’s base, the path was difficult; the binoculars became Han Lei’s crucial tool to grasp the battle situation.

She gently adjusted the focus of the binoculars, the anxiety in her eyes almost overflowing.

”What’s this treasure?”

Hua Tianyou curiously watched Han Lei’s actions.

”Thousand-mile eye.”

Han Lei answered briefly, her gaze through the binoculars clearly observing every detail on the battlefield.

In the distance, a large crowd of Turkic people dressed in bamboo armor or leather jackets, wielding scimitars, surged towards the center of a chaotic skirmish like a tide.

And at the center of that skirmish, a tall figure in iron armor was particularly eye-catching; that person was Zhao Zun.

He was fiercely battling a Turkic expert, who also wore iron armor, with twin braids, the clashing of blades intense and relentless.

”It’s Zhao Zun and his team; they’ve been exposed.”

After speaking, she pulled out the pistol from her waist to shoot. But the distance was too great, and there was vegetation blocking the way, making aiming with a pistol impossible.

The small pistol seemed powerless in the chaotic battlefield. Shooting indiscriminately could accidentally harm Zhao Zun and his team.

Ping Chuan also tried aiming with his pistol, but faced the same situation as Han Lei.

”No, we need to get down there quickly!”

The loyal Ping Chuan was full of urgency, gripping his pistol tightly as he rushed down the mountain.

Pistol useless, then charge down and fight head-on. Even if he fell in battle right there, he had to fight alongside the Prince.

Han Lei followed closely behind, leaving the exhausted Hua Tianyou far behind.

Continuing to speed down the winding mountain path, they stopped abruptly at a small cliff edge.

”Wait.”

Han Lei stopped, panting, stepped back a couple of steps, and tilted her head to look down the mountain.

Here was a natural gap, sparse vegetation, just right for overlooking the center of the fierce battle involving Zhao Zun and his team.

More importantly, this location was a godsend high spot for long-range attacks.

Ping Chuan also stopped and turned to ask, ”What’s wrong?”

Han Lei didn’t bother to answer, she had already opened the system, quickly scanning the merchandise panel, finally selecting a M110 sniper rifle from the Beautiful Country, which she had used before.

An M110 sniper rifle appeared in her hands with a thought.

The M110 sniper rifle is a semi-automatic sniper rifle designed for individual soldiers, utilizing gas-operated semi-automatic fire, offering a higher rate of fire than the manually operated M24 sniper rifle, allowing the sniper to accurately and swiftly lock onto targets even in crowded areas.

The M110 is equipped with a heavy floating barrel, with a muzzle that can install a silencer attachment to reduce noise and muzzle flash.

The hefty weapon weighed fifteen or sixteen pounds, and suddenly appeared in her hands, making even Han Lei, who had undergone rigorous special operations training, stagger.

”What... what is this?”

Ping Chuan, turning back, was wide-eyed with shock.

From the similar design between this large weapon and the pistol, he could judge it’s definitely a long-range killing tool, but didn’t know how to use it.

Guessing Han Lei might be planning to shoot, Ping Chuan dared not breathe too loudly, only dumbstruck staring at Han Lei.

Han Lei didn’t respond, she swiftly lay down on the ground, aligning the M110’s sniper sights towards the Turkic leader entangled with Zhao Zun below.

Unfortunately, despite her efforts to participate in training, she was not a professional sniper.