Billy vaguely remembered his old sniper instructor telling him, "Rookie! Remember this: on the battlefield, what a sniper needs isn't the overwhelming firepower of an assault soldier, nor the powerful suppressive fire capability of a support gunner."
"What you need is absolute deterrence! You don't need to fire often, but every shot you take must be like a venomous snake, biting the enemy in their most vital spot!"
"A good sniper gives the enemy the greatest deterrence when he isn't firing! Those are the qualities a powerful sniper needs."
"A sniper must have sufficient patience. You have to be prepared to outwit and outlast your enemy for hours. At that point, what you compete in is patience!"
"Remember this: never fire wildly in pursuit of casualties. If you do, the one who dies in the end will be you!"
His instructor's words still echoed relentlessly in his mind. Billy had always kept them deeply engraved in his heart because he had regarded them as absolute truth. But now, his beliefs had suffered a violent blow.
If his instructor had been here, Billy would have loved to drag him over and point at the scene before them. "Instructor, why is this sniper nothing like what you taught?"
Billy did not know how his instructor would have answered upon seeing this, but at that moment, there was only one thing he wanted to say...
And he felt nothing but sympathy for everyone below. Billy was observing the entire battlefield, but now... there were no living people left on this side of the bridge within their field of vision. On the other side of the bridge, nearly a thousand meters away... there were not many living people left either.
A few people had hidden in blind spots beyond his line of sight.