HBWnovel Chapter 30 A Powerful Weapon in Hand
Chapter 30 A Powerful Weapon in Hand
Back at the shelter, Xu Mo unloaded his equipment one by one and began a careful inventory. As he sorted and laid out everything he had brought back from his second trip to the "armory," a surprising discovery caught his eye—he had unknowingly collected all the main accessories for the AWM sniper rifle.
In addition to the rifle itself, he also brought back three spare magazines, which means that including the one on the rifle, he has a total of four fully loaded magazines that can be quickly replaced, greatly improving his ability to continue fighting.
There is also a factory-installed suppressor, which is crucial for snipers as it greatly reduces the noise and muzzle flash when firing, allowing them to better conceal their position.
Xu Mo also grabbed the matching folding bipod, which provides a stable shooting platform and is indispensable, especially when aiming for extended periods in the field or while relying on cover.
What made Xu Mo's heart pound even harder was that when he was counting the hundreds of .338 Lapua Magnum bullets, he discovered more than eighty special bullets mixed in with the ordinary bullets.
The warhead was marked with a striking black design, which, based on Xu Mo's limited military knowledge, strongly suggested it was an armor-piercing projectile. While its exact armor-piercing capability was uncertain, it was undoubtedly a killer weapon against lightly armored vehicles, targets hiding behind makeshift shelters, and even some tough-skinned mutant creatures.
"What a pleasant surprise!" Xu Mo stroked the armor-piercing round, which gleamed coldly, unable to suppress his smile. This gain far exceeded his expectations of merely acquiring a real AWM; it was practically a nearly complete long-range precision strike system!
Xu Mo carefully stroked the precisely designed 8x scope that was already mounted on the AWM rifle. This was a military sniper scope of the caliber of the renowned Liupolid, something he had previously only admired from videos and pictures.
Next, Xu Mo picked up the stand-alone military binoculars and weighed them in his hand. With them, he could conduct extended battlefield observations and search for targets without revealing his sniping position.
Of course, its main function now is to observe the situation in the distance from the town.
Xu Mo assembled all the accessories onto the AWM. A complete long-range killing tool, exuding a chilling aura of death, was officially formed. He solemnly placed it against the wall, forming a distinct tier with the AK rifle and TT-33 pistol beside it.
Next, Xu Mo carefully categorized the individual rations and compressed biscuits, storing them separately in a corner, and marked them with a pen: "Emergency Supplies, for Operational Use Only." He was determined not to use these high-energy professional rations unless absolutely necessary for a long-distance transfer.
After doing all this, Xu Mo's gaze was once again firmly drawn to the fully-equipped AWM. He picked it up again, feeling its solid weight of over 6 kilograms.
In his understanding, the AWM is synonymous with precision and power, renowned for its outstanding accuracy, powerful firepower and excellent reliability, making it the preferred long-range weapon for many special forces and law enforcement agencies.
"A thousand meters away, take the enemy's head..." Xu Mo muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with excitement and awe. This ability to strike beyond visual range was a unique experience that neither cold weapons nor ordinary rifles could provide. He imagined himself lurking high above, first carefully scouting with binoculars, then locking onto the target through the clear and stable view of the sniper scope, the crosshairs firmly pressed down, and gently pulling the trigger... This sense of control was intoxicating.
Xu Mo's fondness for this gun stemmed not only from its formidable reputation and the nostalgia it evoked in the game, but also from the absolute tactical advantage and the immense sense of security it provided. With it, he possessed the ability to carve out his own "safe zone" in the complex and dangerous post-apocalyptic environment.
Although Xu Mo's shooting skills are not yet up to par with this amazing weapon, he is confident that he has enough ammunition to gradually grow into a qualified sniper.
The rest of the morning's training became a test of willpower for Xu Mo. The fully assembled AWM sniper rifle, like a magnet with deadly attraction, leaned quietly against the wall not far from his training area, its cold metal and dark coating seemingly beckoning him silently.
Every time he finished practicing Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation), and every time he took a break from strength training, Xu Mo's gaze would involuntarily drift towards that spot, and his fingers would even feel a desire to touch the smooth gun barrel and the precision lens.
"Calm down, focus." Xu Mo had to tell himself repeatedly, forcibly drawing his attention back to his breathing and muscle control. This kind of mental training was, in some ways, even more grueling than physical training.
After completing his morning training in stance training and strength exercises, Xu Mo began his afternoon routine—firearms training—according to his self-set schedule.
Unlike the previous days, today Xu Mo brought to the rooftop not only the AK-47 and TT-33 pistols that he was gradually becoming familiar with, but also the AWM sniper rifle that exuded a cold and aloof aura.
After acquiring the AK, Xu Mo had been undergoing basic shooting training, mainly focusing on familiarizing himself with the weapon's operation and practicing rapid aiming and shooting at close range. Now, he needs to add a completely new and more complex training subject—long-range precision sniping.
As usual, Xu Mo first practiced with an AK-47 and a pistol for about half an hour to solidify his skills. The sound of bullets hitting distant targets and the recoil had gradually become familiar and even somewhat comforting to his honed body.
Then, Xu Mo took a deep breath and turned his attention to the AWM. Although both are firearms, the logic of using a sniper rifle is completely different from that of an assault rifle.
Xu Mo recalled the sniper tutorial clips he had seen online in the past. The knowledge that he once thought was cool but unattainable had now become his only teaching material. He carefully set up the bipod, adjusted his body posture, and made sure that the gun, scope, and his line of sight formed a stable axis.
Thanks to more than a month of foundational training with the "Thirteen Bodyguards," Xu Mo's core strength and physical stability far surpassed those of ordinary people. When he crouched down to hold his gun, his entire body was as stable as a rock, providing an excellent foundation for accurate shooting.
He adjusted his breathing and pre-pressed the trigger.
"Bang--!"
Even with a highly efficient silencer, the distinctive deep, resounding thud of the .338 caliber ammunition and its recoil, far stronger than that of an AK, still proclaimed its extraordinary nature. However, this force, enough to bruise a novice's shoulder, was effectively absorbed by Xu Mo's well-trained body, thanks to his solid muscles and stable structure. It only caused him a slight slump and no discomfort.
"Wow, that's some serious drive." Xu Mo thought to himself, gaining a deeper understanding of why snipers need exceptional physical abilities. He immediately used his high-powered scope to observe the point of impact—the dust kicked up on the distant wall was a good four or five meters away from the abandoned window he was aiming at.
This result was entirely within Xu Mo's expectations. Sniping is an extremely precise art, involving ballistics, wind drift, breathing control, and incredibly delicate trigger technique. Being able to fire safely and roughly aim at the target area on the first attempt was already a successful start.
Xu Mo steadily pulled back the bolt, ejected the hot cartridge case, and chambered another round. He patiently repeated this process all afternoon: aiming, controlling his breathing, feeling the trigger, firing, observing, summarizing, and correcting.