I'm Really Not a Sniper!

[Single female protagonist][Slow pace][Not cool writing][Military career in a dominant country][Modern warfare] A ruthless war of flesh and blood, but he was just an ordinary person who accidentally fell into the war, dreaming of becoming a chow mein master. The heavy sniper rifle in his hand was supposed to protect the country and peace in his mind, but he became the executioner he feared most, and he never tired of it. Every bullet fired from the gun represents sin, represents the continuation of world hegemony, represents the end of a living life, and represents getting deeper and deeper into oneself. Sins that subvert cognition are rare and common in this world filled with yellow sand. In the end, they can only reduce themselves to the beast of desire. The hawks and dogs of the upper class realize the cruelty of reality. There is no humanity, no authority, and no equality. The only thing that can see the most correct thing is interests. Just fight for your own interests. This is the true meaning of the world and the end of being a human being. Is the target in the sniper scope the bad guy oppressing the people in the newspaper propaganda, or an ordinary soldier? Is there any difference between him and himself? Who is the one who protects world peace? He didn't want to understand any of this. The more he knew, the more guilt he felt in his heart. "The target has been killed, number three hundred and thirty-five, my target is five hundred."