165: Chapter 165 This isn't fantasy, this is a sniper god!

Blocked in front and pursued from behind, they were already in a desperate situation.

However, at this critical moment, a flash of wild ruthlessness crossed Qin Feng's eyes.

He yanked the reins, turning the horse around. Instead of fleeing, he charged head-on toward the helicopter pursuing them from behind!

"Are you crazy?!" Lanna screamed in disbelief.

"Hold on tight!"

Qin Feng didn't explain; he pulled something out of his backpack.

It was the flare gun seized from the corpse of the Yang Country officer!

He controlled the horse with one hand while skillfully loading and cocking the weapon with the other, then raised it high, aiming at the approaching steel beast.

The machine gunner on the helicopter clearly hadn't expected the "prey" on the ground to dare to resist and was momentarily stunned.

This split-second of hesitation gave Qin Feng his chance.

"Bang!"

He pulled the trigger.

A red flare, accompanied by a piercing whistle, shot like a reverse-flying meteor, accurately hitting the helicopter's... cockpit.

The power of the flare naturally couldn't cause any substantial damage to the armed helicopter.

But the moment it struck the cockpit glass, it erupted with an extremely blinding light and thick smoke.

The pilot's vision instantly turned into a sheet of white; he couldn't see anything!

The helicopter lost control, swaying violently in the air like a drunkard, and the machine gun fire became completely erratic.

"Nice shot!" Hope reignited in Lanna's eyes.

"Go!"

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Qin Feng turned the horse around again and sprinted at full speed toward the rocky area.

However, they were happy too soon.

Another helicopter had adjusted its position and locked onto them again.

This time, the enemy had clearly learned their lesson and wouldn't give them any more chances.

Two rockets, one from the left and one from the right, came whistling toward them in a pincer formation.

The shadow of death loomed over them once more.

Just as Lanna closed her eyes, preparing to meet death.

"Whoosh!"

The two rockets missed for no reason, and they missed by a country mile.

It was the Queens Whip's evasion function taking effect; the 30% chance to negate damage had succeeded.

The helicopter pilot was stunned, completely baffled.

"I... I definitely had a lock!"

"What the hell! Did we buy knock-off rockets or something?"

...

On the aircraft, the Yang Country soldiers were speechless, feeling a strong urge to curse.

Not to mention them, even Lanna herself was dumbfounded.

She thought it was a certain-death situation, but she hadn't expected it to miss so inexplicably.

Fantasy!

It was fucking fantasy!

The Yang Country pilot in the helicopter looked as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

He stared intently at the fire-control radar screen, which clearly showed that the lock signal for those two rockets had deviated in a bizarre way the moment they were fired, just like a drunkard.

It wasn't a loss of target, nor was it electronic interference.

It just... deviated for no reason!

"Report! Report! My... my rockets missed!"

He stammered into the communicator, his voice filled with incredulous horror.

"Me too!" The pilot of the other helicopter replied, his voice equally filled with ghost-seeing terror.

"The lock signal is normal, but there's an unknown error in the trajectory!"

There was dead silence on the communication channel.

The remaining pilots felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

What was going on?

Was this grassland cursed?

Or was that enemy actually a shaman who knew sorcery?

"Shut up, all of you!"

The Commander's angry roar came through the channel.

"What unknown error! I think you've just lost your nerve!"

"Both Hinds, push down! Use your autocannons to tear him to pieces!"

"I don't believe the autocannons can miss too!"

As the order was given, the two armed helicopters lowered their altitude again, and the dark muzzles of the autocannons began to spin and warm up.

Lanna's heart leaped into her throat once again.

This feeling of escaping death not only failed to bring her joy but instead made her even more terrified.

Because this simply couldn't be explained by science.

She subconsciously looked at the man beside her.

Qin Feng's face still wore that calm, unruffled expression, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

But Lanna keenly noticed that his hand gripping the whip seemed to be tighter than usual.

"Hold the reins tight. No matter what happens, don't stop. Charge into those rocks!"

Qin Feng's voice was calm and decisive, devoid of any emotion.

Before the words had even faded, he leaped from the galloping horse's back to the side like an ape.

The moment he hit the ground, he rolled several times to dissipate the huge impact force, then knelt on one knee and pulled the sniper rifle from his back.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and accomplished in one go.

Lanna watched, dumbfounded.

What was he doing?

Using a sniper rifle on the open grassland to fight armed helicopters in the sky?

This wasn't just madness; this was actively seeking death!

"Chef! Come back!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

However, Qin Feng didn't pay her any heed.

He knelt on the ground, his body as steady as a rock, the stock of the rifle pressed against his shoulder, his eye pressed to the scope.

The cold crosshairs instantly locked onto a diving "Hind" helicopter.

Wind speed, distance, the target's movement speed...

Countless data points flowed rapidly through his mind, like the most precise computer.

He didn't have a "self-aim" cheat provided by a system, but he had something even more terrifying than a cheat.

That was the absolute marksmanship instinct he had fed with countless bullets in his past life!

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

The helicopter's autocannon began to roar.

The scorching rain of bullets, like the plowshare of the Grim Reaper, crazily tilled the grass around him.

The screeching of the bullets was enough to tear his eardrums.

Lanna's heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She bit her lip hard, tears swirling in her eyes, but she still followed Qin Feng's order, desperately urging Red Flame to sprint toward the rocky area.

She knew that if she stopped now, she would only become a burden to him.

The only thing she could do now was to trust him!

Just then.

Qin Feng fired.

"Bang!"

A dull, yet highly penetrating gunshot drowned out the roar of the autocannon.

The sniper bullet tore through the air.

The pilot on the helicopter even saw the bullet!

In his pupils, a small black dot was rapidly enlarging at an incredible speed!

He wanted to dodge, but his body's reaction couldn't keep up with the speed of the bullet!

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

Then, a "thud" sound.

The bullet, its momentum undiminished, entered through the pilot's left eye and exited through the back of his skull, bringing up a mist of blood that sprayed across the entire cockpit.

The pilot's body went stiff.

Life, at this moment, was instantly drained away.