Abu was in his own room, wiping his beloved sniper rifle.
Today, during the day, he fired eight shots.
None of the bullets missed their mark, claiming the lives of eight US Army dogs.
He never repeated a shot at the same target. Once he shot, he collected his rifle and left.
Because he never missed.
At least, that was the record so far.
However, compared to some time ago, his daily average of hunting targets was decreasing.
The US Army officers had begun to smarten up; none with any rank dared to leave their armored vehicles lightly.
Among the eight targets he shot today, only three were officers, and they didn't seem to hold high ranks.
He remembered that on the first day of the new US Army operation in Mosul, he had sniped a colonel.
In the past few days, he hadn't seen a single colonel.
At this thought, his gaze suddenly shifted to the side.
There was a photo on the table.
In the photo was a young man.
Abu sighed.
That was his apprentice, Osail.
Also the most talented sniper he had ever trained.
It's just a pity he was still too young.
This time in Mosul, the US Army deployed Special Forces.
He didn't know which unit.
But considering that they could kill Osail from almost fifteen hundred meters away, it was definitely a master.
In the end, Osail's lack of experience was fatal.
He had repeatedly mentioned that it was best for a sniper to change positions immediately after firing.
Against ordinary foes, perhaps it wasn't necessary to move.
But if the opponent was a master, one could be in mortal danger.
Facts proved he was right.
After shooting a US soldier, Osail had not left immediately, and then the bullet from the enemy sniper finally found him.
Abu had no time for grief; the war was still ongoing.
Looking at the offensive in these past few days, it seemed the US Army's operation was likely to face an end again.
Abu had no intention to hold out to the death in Mosul.
After all, it was a city isolated and alone.
It couldn't be defended.
The number of brothers in the city was dwindling.
In such a place, it was impossible to recruit fresh blood for replenishment.
Last night, several key leaders had discussed that after the US Army's offensive was over, everyone would scatter and leave the city.
Although the US Army surrounded the area, as long as one's personal information was not in their hands, one could put down the gun, put on a robe, and immediately become a civilian.
After that, maybe go to Turkey, perhaps to Siria.
It didn't matter where, as long as it wasn't Persia.
"Leader."
Someone entered the door hastily, looking somewhat anxious.
"What's the matter so late?" Abu looked at his subordinate with puzzlement, "Has an enemy infiltration squad come in?"
Two nights ago, a small US Army Special Forces team had infiltrated Zone E, engaged in a firefight with the defenders there, and was eventually extracted by helicopter.
They had likely infiltrated to take advantageous positions before the battle the next day.
It could almost be certain they were targeting them, the snipers.
Not giving up today?
"Not an infiltration group. The US Army has begun an attack from the east; they have sent a large number of troops, probably the strength of three battalions, and planes have also bombed us. Their progress is very rapid, and they've already reached Zone D."
"What's going on today?"
A series of question marks rose in Abu's mind.
The US Army has always been very cautious, not launching attacks at night, always clearing the city during the day.
Did they take the wrong medication today?