When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield

The next day, early afternoon in eastern Kentucky.

The moment I reached Uncle Harry’s land after running for hours, my mouth dropped open in admiration.

“Aye… Crazy, this is privately owned… … ?”

It was because the fallow field, which was used as a shooting range, was too wide.

Of course, I had heard the unit of 2.5 miles (4 km) in advance, but seeing it with my own eyes was different.

It was like the sea.

The blue hills of the grass looked like huge waves rising and falling.

The target somewhere was not even measured.

While admiring it, a bright red off-road jeep came closer, stopped quickly, and a person got out.

He was Harry’s uncle, a middle-aged man of average height and overweight.

“Harry! It’s been a long time. How have you been?”

“sure. Thanks to my seniors, I’m doing better than ever.”

When Harry skipped greetings and introduced me first, Harry’s uncle smiled knowingly and asked for a handshake.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, you are the one. The idol and colleague that Harry admired so much.”

“ah… hahahaha, I made an introduction beforehand. Please call me Lee.”

After a short greeting with Harry’s uncle.

We were directed to the shooting location.

To be precise, a hut built on a hillside near the entrance.

In front of it, there was a flattening work to enable ‘shoot down’, and there were tables and chairs next to it so that you could shoot while sitting.

It looks no different from any professional shooting range.

That alone was satisfying, but the inside of the cabin was beyond imagination.

Starting with a generator, it was a perfect resting place equipped with a fan, a coffee machine, an icebox, various food and beverages, a folding bed, and even a sofa.

In addition, spare ammunition and equipment such as telescopes and sights were prepared.

It was a dreamy shooting spot.

Harry’s uncle shook my hand again with a proud face as if he knew me.

“Come on, Mr. Lee. I’ll be gone. Feel free to use all of them for as long as you like.”

“… Alas, yes. thank you.”

After reflexively lowering his head to say hello, a self-talk came out.

“Wow… There is no Mureungdowon… … .”

Everything was perfect, even the scenery was nice.

Around the time I thought about making money and preparing something like this.

“Did you just speak Korean?”

“uh? uh, good But, can I come here again? No, I’ll pay generously… … .”

“Ha ha ha, no. You can come anytime.”

“Can I? Isn’t it a nuisance?”

“Are you embarrassed? Are you going to say such disparaging things between us?”

“Between us?”

“Even if you are isolated in the middle of the battlefield, you are a friend who will risk your life to save you. This is a relationship as strong as family, so should we be concerned about nuisance?”

“Oh yeah… He’s a learned guy, so he’s talking a little bit.”

Around the time I nodded reflexively and answered.

Harry’s words continued.

“So don’t worry about money and spend it comfortably. To be honest, I am honored just to see you shoot.”

“There is another glory attached to it… Okay, so let’s start shooting.”

I answered roughly and prepared to shoot right away.

The first firearm to open is the newly purchased MK.20 SCAR SSR yesterday.

Since the bolt retracts and advances with the firing of the gas piston semi-automatic method, it was a firearm that was somewhat unsuitable for ultra-long-range sniping due to accuracy problems.

Because even a small error can cause the sniper to fail.

However, I had sharpshooter characteristics, so I brought it because I thought it might catch it to some extent.

If that didn’t work, I could use the other sniper rifle I had in the car.

“Oh, semi-automatic long-range shooting… After all, he is like a senior.”

Harry, who had seen my gun before I knew it, spoke words of mouth as he always does.

At least, I found a nearby target and berthed it with the scope, but I laughed out loud.

It was because it was so far away that it was already an ultra-long distance from a close one.

It was a distance I had never shot before.

0.8 miles.

It was about 1.28 km, a distance that could not even be practiced, and set a personal record.

It was longer than the effective range of the gun.

Of course, there were times when I hit a target far away.

In the actual operation, I successfully shot long distances of over 800M several times, and when I was on vacation before, I practiced at a long distance shooting range of about 1km.

However, the problem was the rapid change according to the distance.

Because wind direction, wind speed, humidity, temperature, gravity, and Earth’s rotation were all taken into account, even a small increase in distance would have a large effect.

In other words, it became quite cumbersome to shoot even if only 100M increased from the ultra-long distance.

In reality, it is not calculated so precisely, but the angle had to be changed more rapidly than in direct proportion.

Aiming at the center was useless.

I had to mis-aim or turn the scope’s turret to adjust it so that I could hit it once.

“Once you vote… ah?”

I hesitated while looking at the table that recorded the creek correction required for sniping.

This was because the last distance listed in the table was 1 km, the limit of the effective range.

I hesitated, but I wasn’t worried.

It didn’t mean that I couldn’t shoot just because the effective range was a bit over.

Above all, there was one thing that was better than Pyo for me.

The ballistic calculator I got from Robert yesterday.

“Since it happened like this… Shall we start this?”

I have already learned how to operate it at home.

Although Harry was loud enough to match Jose, he had concentrated enough to memorize and master it.

It is only used for the first time in practice.

As I pulled out the ballistic calculator and it was working, I heard Harry’s voice.

“Senior, please take a look at my posture when the shooting is over.”

“you? No, I don’t have time to look at the sniper stance.”

“yes?”

“It hasn’t been long. It’s because I pulled out a gun for introductory purposes, it’s similar to you. Other than that, tactical shooting or something, let’s go to the MMA gym in the morning and hit it hard.”

Harry was also a former Night Stalker who flew and was long.

It’s like winning one of the three major patches that the US acknowledges, and I was scouted by the CIA and experienced all sorts of actual operations.

Of course, I had been in the military for 10 years, but that was an old story.

The level of sniping will be no different from mine.

Maybe Harry is better.

I added a word to it.

“And there’s nothing to do after shooting more than a mile for the first time and looking at it.”

“no. Distance is just a number in front of you. Didn’t you even surrender to a moving person hundreds of meters away? By hitting the two hands and the walker… Besides, even in a car that runs before… … .”

“Yeah, there’s a lot of f*cking stuff I’ve done.”

I nodded my head, thinking that I would see it.

“First, try shooting.”

“All right!”

After Harry’s cheerful answer, I put on a noise-cancelling headset and put the scope on the berth.

The target is a square piece of metal measuring 60 cm in length and width at a distance of 1 mile.

Right away, I turned the turret to increase the magnification of the scope, and after completing the misaiming, I even checked the trumpeted item attached to the firearm.

A ballistic calculator from the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency given to Robert.

It was still a blank screen.

This was because the muzzle velocity was not measured and the misaiming value was not recorded.

After a few shots, it should be easy to use.

It exploded while blowing thoughts.

oh oh oh-!

At the same time, a completely different recoil from the bolt action type hit the shoulder and applied it to the whole body.

In addition, there was shaking as the bolt retreated and advanced.

Then, when I looked through the scope, I even confirmed the impact.

Not the target, but the pile of dirt next to it.

“I missed about a meter to the left. It seems that the wind speed near the target is stronger… It seems that the effect of exceeding the effective range of the MK.20 is also large.”

Hearing Harry’s words, he turned the scope’s turret, raised the muzzle slightly, and misaimed again.

It was definitely convenient because I didn’t have to retract and advance the bolt.

There was a downside that the effective range was so short and the accuracy was low, but I was able to cover that.

At least my aim point doesn’t shake unless I’m riding on an unpaved mountain road.

oh oh oh-!

The moment I fired it, I realized it was a hit, and the words I expected came back.

“Hit!”

I gained confidence.

It was thanks to the fact that he hit a mile beyond the effective range of the gun in just two hits.

Moreover, since the necessary data for the ballistic calculator was being accumulated, it was clear that it would become even easier to shoot.

It would be difficult to shoot longer distances with the MK.20, but it would not be impossible to rewrite the longest distance record with the TAC-50.

Of course, I had to practice a lot, but I was more confident in that.

It was already familiar.

During my active career, I heard many times that my true specialty was hard work.

I was still trying to live consistently.

* * *

In early May, a resort near the touristic places of Casablanca, Morocco.

On the balcony, a tall, mature Italian man, Giandro Basicanal, was looking out in the direction of the North Atlantic Ocean for a breath of fresh air.

To be precise, he was waiting for a call from Pikal, the only boss he followed.

He had instructions to receive.

He ordered the export of uranium from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and was expected to receive a new order as he had supported behind the scenes.

Of course, the work at that time didn’t finish well, but it didn’t matter.

The work was proceeding well as scheduled.

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Like a snowball that began to grow after rolling for a while, it was not something that could be solved by African government forces or mercenaries.

There were competent Asians outside the category, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Because he wasn’t a hero or a psychic in a movie.

What mattered was Pikal’s work in progress.

‘Everything according to his will… … .’

Even the reverence on Giandro’s face reminded him of Pikal.

It was like an object of worship to him.

It was because Pikal was the one who planned and carried out the revolution according to creeds and philosophies, rather than living proudly or running a business despite having enormous wealth as a descendant of medieval European royalty.

It is not in line with his own ideology, but under a more excellent and perfect ideology.

Maybe the ending could reach the enemy, and the world could be destroyed, but if the end was like that, it was all the responsibility of the enemy.

Powers and developed countries, including the United States, the hegemon that claims to be the world’s police force.

Because it was they who pretended to do justice by putting capitalism and false freedom at the forefront of increasing vested interests.

That is why Sergei, a former Russian special forces soldier, gave his life for loyalty, and why Walter Grayson, a high-ranking American officer, abandoned his hometown.

Because Pikal is the seeker who will save this world.

Just as the madness began to grow in Giandro’s eyes, the bell rang.

beep- beep-

Sounds like a warning beep.

But Giandro naturally picked up a large, brick-thick cordless phone with security.

There was no need to check the person calling.

Because it was made for only one person.

Just Pikal.

Giandro answered the phone politely in English with an Italian accent.

“This is Giandro Basicanal, Boss. I was waiting.”