The winter land of Ukraine is bitterly cold, and the overcast sky seems to be God's unwillingness to see human beings fighting.

But even if God is unwilling, it can't stop the outbreak of war.

"Whew~Blah~Whew"

"Click~Click~Click"

The sound of screeching shells and the roar of machine guns played the opening music of the feast of death.

On the land, soldiers from two different countries sent invitations to each other.

In Koldelivka, the soldiers of the Romanian center group, which was responsible for defending the positions, were fending off the attack of the Western Front. And the main offensive were the officers and men of the 14 group, who, under the command of the commander of the army group, Shelavich, launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

The officers and men of the Romanian 5th and 16th Divisions were in charge of the defense, and under the command of Major General Felgus, they used their superiority to stubbornly resist the onslaught of the Soviet Russian army.

"Ulla"

As the sound of Ula sounded, the Russian soldiers launched a charge towards the Romanian positions.

"Shoot."

With the order of the company commander Bakbo, Holt endured the smell of gunpowder and put up his own resistance to the onrushing enemy.

"Smack"

A gunshot rang out, and one of the Russian soldiers targeted by Holt collapsed in a pool of blood. After winning the first battle, he quickly pulled the bolt back to look for the next target, and a young face in a military uniform brandishing a pistol was caught in the aiming circle.

This is a young man with glasses, and if it weren't for the battlefield, Holt thinks would be in the classroom.

That's not a reason for Holt to target him, though. In his first battle, the veteran told him that he must prioritize high-value targets when shooting at medium distances.

In order of value, officers, non-commissioned officers, machine gunners, veterans, and then other targets. Because these people are the most threatening, and they are also the most likely to ensure their survival. For these are the lessons of blood.

And there is an even bigger reason for this young man that Holt can't let him go, and that is that he wears an armband. Someone in the regiment has been sent to explain before, and many of the people with armbands in the Soviet Russian army are their political commissars.

This was the first time Holt had heard the word commissar, and the men sent by the regiment explained that this position was equivalent to a mixture of a priest and a supervisor in the army, and that it was a military rank peculiar to Soviet Russia. As long as he is killed, the morale of the Soviet Russian army will drop, and the soldiers will not be so desperate.

So the first time Holt saw him, he included it in his circle.

"Smack"

A gunshot rang out, and next to the bespectacled young commissar, a fighter fell. It wasn't Holt's shot, and it was clear that someone else had spotted this high-value target, but the marksmanship was a little worse.

The sound of the gunshot clearly alarmed the commissar, who bent over and quickly found a crater and hid in.

"It's a pity."

Holt said something to himself, quickly aiming at one of the fiercest soldiers.

"Smack"

The Russian soldier, who was standing straight and showing fearlessness, fell.

Holt quickly pulled back the trigger and began to aim again. But he had to glance at the crater, intentionally or unintentionally, and it seemed that he was unwilling to miss a high-value target. However, he was very patient and believed that this political committee appeared.

"Smack"

Another Russian soldier fell.

The Romanian soldiers' accurate shooting skills caused heavy casualties to the charging Russian soldiers. The casualties slowed the soldiers' charge, and Holt was once again aiming for the crater. Since he is a priest and overseer of the army, the morale of the soldiers is low, so he must always stand up and boost their morale.

Holt didn't bother with the other charging Russian soldiers, and he wasn't fighting alone. You can trust the abilities of your comrades and block the enemy's charge. And I need to compete with this political commissar to see who can't hold his breath. Having been hunting since he was a child, the last thing he lacked was patience.

As time passed, the closer they got to the position, the greater the casualties of the Russian soldiers, which is the hesitation of these Russian soldiers can be seen with the naked eye. They are human beings, too, and they don't want to die like that.

The performance of the Soviet Russian soldiers made it impossible for the political commissar hiding in the crater to hide, only to see him rush out suddenly. Shouted "Comrades, we ......"

"Smack"

A gunshot rang out, bringing the political commissar's impassioned speech to an abrupt end. He stared blankly at the bloody wound on his chest, then collapsed to the ground. And these Soviet Russian soldiers, who witnessed the sacrifice of the commissar, no longer had the courage to continue the charge. One soldier fled to his position, completely oblivious to facing the enemy from behind. The power of example is endless, and with one person there is certainly a second. Led by the escape, the Russian soldiers fled to their positions.

And the Romanian soldiers, of course, will not let go of such good targets. After a burst of gunfire, many corpses were left in front of the position.

Holt, on the other hand, did not shoot at these courageless enemies, like his comrades. As the best hunter in his hometown, he disdains to attack prey that only knows how to escape. This is also the reason why he is obviously the most capable hunter in his hometown, but he ended up staying in the army.

He took out a carving knife and carved three vertical marks on the butt of the gun, and after thinking about it, he carved another horizontal mark on it. There are dense vertical marks engraved on the butt of the gun, and there are more than thirty when you count them carefully. And the horizontal marks, plus the one he had just carved, also had as many as six.

As soon as Holt had finished his work, the company commander, Buckbow, came over.

"Holt, take out a few enemies in the battle just now."

Holt held out three fingers and said, "Three." ”

Hearing what Holt said, Buckbo Company Commander said with some surprise: "Why are there so few, you are the best shooter in my company, and Docker has killed five." ”

Bakbo was talking about Dockel, who was the second best marksman in their company after Holt, and he once said that he would surpass Holt in killing his enemies. But Holt never responded, he just wanted to find the thrill of fighting wits against a cunning prey.

"There is a high-value enemy who is very cunning, and I have been grinding with him for a long time."

He still gave some respect to the company commander, so he casually stated the reason.

Bakbo immediately said: "I know, is it the commissar who is trying to boost the morale of the enemy." ”

"How do you know?"

"I heard a soldier complain that he didn't hit this guy. I didn't expect you to kill him in the end. Hahahaha, hiccup. ”

Buckbow didn't make Holt react, he picked up a rag, dipped it in gun oil, and began to wipe the gun. A partner who has been using it all the time, and it needs to be carefully maintained. Buckbo, who was bored with himself, could only leave first. His voice of reprimanding the other soldiers for their mistakes rang out in the position.

Before the sun set, the Russian army launched two more attacks. However, they were all beaten back by the soldiers, and the Soviet and Russian soldiers who fell in front of the position were almost in pieces. And in these two battles, Holt did not find a single cunning prey.