Cold, dry, yet highly tense; the most nauseating part was not knowing when the target would appear. It could be the next second, an hour later, tomorrow, or never within shooting range.
This uncertainty only fueled the anxiety.
This time it was real combat, and whether as a spotter or the shooter, Gao Guang knew he was utterly unsuited for it—extremely unsuited.
The sun had risen, bringing not a hint of warmth, but as a sliver of red sunlight peeked out from the eastern sky, Gao Guang felt the beauty of the sunrise might make him feel a bit better.
His fingers were already stiff. Even though he wore thick gloves, they still felt numb and painfully rigid.
Gao Guang turned his head to gaze at the sunrise, appreciating the beauty for two seconds before returning his eyes to the high-powered scope.
The sun was up, its rays reaching the mountain top and slowly moving downward, casting Matterhorn's summit in a golden hue.