Chapter 58: 58: There Really Is Such a Website

Joe Ga knew the wonders of the world, but he didn't expect modern warfare to have developed to this extent.

It wasn't a problem of military technology, but rather that the distance between the enemy and us wasn't as vast as everyone imagined.

On the battlefield, they would confront each other with arms, yet during rest times, they'd log onto a forum-like place using their smartphones to spew insults at each other and even discuss sniping techniques. Searᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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Nis logged into a social media app in Arabic, which originally was a place for terrorists to share their battle achievements, but later it mixed with intelligence agents and gradually became a sniper forum.

There were kill videos sent by female snipers from all over the world, no tacky so-called rankings, but by opening a female sniper's homepage, one could read about her insights on combat, her daily moods—the homepage of a female sniper was akin to her microblog.

The woman mentioned most often on the entire site was the former Soviet Union sniper, Lyudmila, a legendary woman who killed 309 enemies and was an idol to all female snipers.

Because Lyudmila's experiences were not only legendary but also full of honor!

The female snipers in modern warfare are different, though, most of them are unknown, as they couldn't afford the cost of fame. Worse still, their camps were not always what the public recognized as the 'righteous side,' which involved a lot of controversy.

And Joe Ga even saw an advertisement for 'female volunteers' on this website.

A group of European female warriors volunteered to go to Syria to fight against 'ISIS' terrorists; they were short on medicine, short on ammunition, and fought for their ideals in the direst conditions.

Putting issues of stance aside, Joe Ga had great admiration for such people; they left stable lives behind for the harshest battle zones. To say they did it for money or fame was utter nonsense; their behavior could only be explained by 'ideals.'

This team openly released recruitment advertisements on the website, without salary, without benefits, just a declaration of ideals that seemed nebulous to Joe Ga, but many people replied below the post, and some were even willing to bring their own provisions and walked for hours from Iraq to meet up with them.

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Even more bizarre was that quite a few people left messages willing to sponsor them; among the numerous comments, the remuneration offered for transporting weapons, medicine, and food was especially high.

Joe Ga was witnessing such an unusual site for the first time, as well as the hardships of war.

Compared to the scenes of destruction he had seen on the news, the actual footage shot by female snipers on the frontlines was beyond comparison.

Setting personal sentiments aside, Joe Ga saw many opportunities that made him salivate on this site; unfortunately, he lacked the power.

Watching Nis post a 'recruitment advertisement' in Arabic on the forum, Joe Ga thought it might take some time to get a response, yet in less than two minutes, there were seven or eight comments.

Joe Ga could speak Arabic, but he was illiterate.

Out of curiosity, he asked Nis to translate them one by one, and then suddenly realized how cheap human life could sometimes be.

A daily wage of 100 US dollars, 500 US dollars in wartime—that was the price of cannon fodder to Joe Ga.

Of course, in the unfortunate place that was Africa, 100 US dollars a day could find people to risk their lives for you, but they were truly cannon fodder: poor fighters who might flee or even turn on you at any moment.

Those women who had experienced real combat held a different place in Joe Ga's heart, yet reality was that too many female snipers wanted to 'escape.'

To escape the life of never seeing daylight, to escape the endless fighting, to escape a place without hope…

The first person to leave a message for Nis was actually a Georgian female sniper, who was willing to come to work as long as she was provided with an advance for a plane ticket.

When Joe Ga felt a bit interested, Nis shook his head and said, "She's a fraud. Her page has been reported many times; she has stolen combat videos from many others and posted them on her own page, deceiving a lot of people."

With that, the website of the female sniper, which had seemed both mysterious and impressive to Joe Ga, suddenly fell from its pedestal.

It turned out this place was no different from ordinary technical forums online; there were real experts but also plenty of braggarts and, of course, no shortage of scammers.

Joe Ga shook his head, somewhat disappointed, and pointed to the second message, asking, "What does this one say?"

After glancing at it, Nis shook his head with a strange expression and said, "It's profanity; I won't translate that to you. This person thinks you are defiling the honor of warriors."

Having said that, Nis voluntarily shifted his gaze to the third message and, after reading it carefully, said, "This person is a bit interesting, a female, 28 years old, Iraqi.

She says she's absolutely capable for the job and has evidence to prove her skills. She can accept the salary but needs your help in settling her family.

She has a son and two daughters, who are currently in a refugee camp in Turkey."

After hearing this, Joe Ga furrowed his brows and said, "So confident? How can she prove she's worth the effort?"

Nis pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "Of course, it would be the bounties offered by America or NATO countries.

If the bounty reaches a million US dollars, it means she's an Ace sniper who has taken out more than 10 regular NATO soldiers.

And if the bounty is half a million US dollars, she's an outstanding sniper."

As Nis said this, he looked into Joe Ga's eyes and asked, "Do you want to know what level of sniper she is?"

Joe Ga, after listening, shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't know what level of sniper she is, but I do know that if what you're saying is true, then she's a wanted terrorist.

Of course, the term 'terrorist' is highly questionable here, as she doesn't have the power to define it.

I do have sympathy for this mother, but I can't risk the lives and property of my own people!

Let's move on to the next one..."

In just a short while, dozens more messages had appeared, and discarding the irrelevant ones, Nis selected two people she thought were okay, clicking on one of their profiles and saying, "This is a sniper from Eastern Ukraine; she's not satisfied with the salary and, because she needs money urgently, requests an advance payment of her annual salary of thirty thousand dollars if the interview passes.

She's very confident and should be good."

Joe Ga didn't mind the applicants making demands, but he asked with some curiosity, "Isn't this an Arab-language website? How come there are snipers from Eastern Ukraine?"

Nis looked at Joe Ga with a strange expression and clicked on a button in the top right corner of the screen, saying, "This is a semi-public gathering place for women, where a benevolent hacker has created a built-in translator. Although the translation quality is so-so, it generally doesn't make mistakes in the content."

Joe Ga exclaimed in surprise, "Really? That's possible? Can I sign up for an account?"