Chapter 49: 1-0, Damn It, Refund My Money

After the first wave of the American military’s assault faltered and they retreated, they were met not with sympathy or aid, but with a thunderous chorus of boos.

The crowd gathered around the outskirts kept a wary distance from the battlefield to avoid stray bullets. Except for a few high up using binoculars, most didn’t even know exactly what had happened. From afar, they only saw the Americans advance, the defenders open fire, and the Americans respond with fierce firepower—a noisy back-and-forth—before soon pulling back.

Whistles, mocking shouts, and deafening boos erupted.

“What the hell was that?! Retreating just like that?”

“I bet on you to finish this in half an hour! What about my money?!”

“Useless! A bunch of worthless men in uniform! Go back to the barracks and suckle your moms!”

Those most “patriotic” of gamblers instantly turned on a dime. Their earlier welcomes and hopes for an American sweep vanished, replaced by naked anger and contempt as they faced the prospect of losing their bets.

On the radio, Logan revealed the truth: “Listeners! It’s the snipers! Snipers have thwarted the first wave of the American offensive!”

“But we see the commander is working to regroup the troops! Don’t panic! No big deal! It’s a tactical adjustment! Yes, a technical adjustment!”

“Clearly, the commander is probing the enemy’s firepower deployment! The war has only just begun!”

At the edge of the battlefield, Colonel William’s face was ashen.

Seeing his comrades fall one after another as they pushed forward, only one thought filled his mind: Damn it, snipers!

In that last wave alone, at least twenty or thirty snipers had opened fire simultaneously—meaning there were at least thirty snipers inside.

That number, flashing in his mind, terrified him.

Colonel William had fought in the European War. Although he never faced the Germans directly before the war ended, he’d heard of the dreaded German snipers.

At the war’s outbreak, German snipers accounted for nearly all the battlefield kills.

Back then, the presence of German snipers struck terror into the Allied forces, for being targeted by one often meant your life was over in the next second.

The most terrifying thing about snipers wasn’t just the casualties—they dealt—but the impact on morale and the psychological pressure on soldiers.

If he remembered correctly, most of those inside were former German soldiers.

Colonel William frantically sent telegraphs to the rear, demanding immediate verification from the German government.

But what could be done now?

What counters snipers?

Simple—the best solution is to blast the hell out of them with artillery!

But he had no artillery.

If there were snipers, counter-snipers would be a decent option.

The problem was that the American Army had never truly launched a formal sniper training program, let alone the troops he’d brought here. Not one proper sniper among them!

Damn this lousy intelligence!

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