How Cool It Was to Have a Barrett in Ancient Times

Eight hundred miles away, take the enemy general's head After guarding the border for three years, I was just an inconspicuous pawn. Until one hundred thousand barbarian iron cavalry approached the city, the general died in battle, and the city was about to be broken. When my colleagues were in despair, I silently climbed onto the beacon and lifted off the oilcloth. The Barrett M82A1, which had been in dust for three years, glowed coldly under the setting sun. In the scope, the head of the barbarian Khan was clearly visible. Pull the trigger. A loud noise shook the wilderness. Eight hundred miles away, the enemy chieftain fell from his horse. "From today on, those who violate our borders..." I pulled the bolt, and the bullet casings fell to the ground. "Even if they are far away, they will be killed." ---