"Flares!"

A Soviet officer shouted loudly, and immediately four soldiers, taking out something resembling a flare gun, shot it out over the Finnish positions.

"Whew!"

The four long tail flames flew into the air like brilliant fireworks, crossed a graceful and brilliant arc, and finally exploded, like four suns appearing in the dark night sky, illuminating everything around them.

"Charge!"

"Ulla!"

With flares, the Soviets' offensive was stopped, and the enemy's position could be clearly seen.

"Hold the position, machine gunner, machine gunner, strafe, fast, fast, fast, fire suppression!"

"Grenades, grenades, don't let the Soviets rush over!"

"Shoot the Soviets' machine gunners, quick!"

"Kill the Soviets gunners!"

For a while, all kinds of voices sounded in the Finnish position, and the machine gun position that was originally lying in ambush was no longer hidden, and after revealing its disguise, it immediately began to strafe at the Soviets who were screaming at Ulaula.

Four heavy machine guns, forming a fire blockade, harvested a wave of Soviet lives, but the Soviet soldiers did not have any fear, they had no choice, go forward, be killed by the enemy, retreat, will be killed by the overseers or killed by the commissar.

The Soviets were not afraid of the charge of death, which frightened the Finns, before the Finns fought the Soviets, they all fought a shot to change places, conduct guerrilla warfare, and never fought this kind of positional warfare, at this time the number of people was not superior, and the equipment was not superior, after the Soviets approached the position, some Finnish soldiers began to panic.

"Don't panic, don't panic, take your weapons, don't panic, the Soviets can't stand it, they will be killed by us immediately!" An officer shouted loudly when he saw the precarious defensive line, got up from the ground, took a weapon, and shot at an old man, killing an old man, and then fell in a pool of blood.

"Reinforcements are coming!" At this time, a Finnish soldier was just about to flee when he saw a group of soldiers in white capes joining the battle behind him.

Originally, many Finnish soldiers who were ready to retreat once again entered the position, not because the Soviets were afraid of death, but because the tactics that the Finns had been using were harassment tactics, and they could retreat if they couldn't fight, so they were the same in terms of positional warfare.

"Brothers, behind us are civilians, they are retreating, we can't run if we can't fight like before, we have to be like a cedar tree in the snowfield, hold our ground, even if we die, we must kill more invaders!"

Most of them were wounded Finnish soldiers, some of them still wearing bandages, and the one who had just shouted was a wounded officer, limping with a submachine gun.

"Kill!"

The Finnish wounded soldiers each held a submachine gun, and after entering the position, they immediately fired at the Soviets not far away, and the sudden firepower made the Soviet offensive momentum slow down a little.

But then, there was a whistling sound in the sky, and several planes swooped down in the air and strafed the Finns on the ground, and some of the bullets passed by Yu Zhiqian, almost hitting Yu Zhiqian.

"Grass, during World War II, didn't there be no planes capable of fighting at night?" Yu Zhiqian lay on the ground, waiting for the plane, and after flying away, he got up, glanced at the afterimage of the plane in the air, and wished that there was an RPG that would directly knock him down.

Yu Zhiqian knew that during World War II, there were no planes capable of fighting at night, but Lao Maozi's pilots themselves were a peculiar product, even in later generations, when the Indian and Pakistani air forces were exchanging fire, Lao Maozi's passenger planes dared to fly into their airspace, let alone now?

The Soviets did not know where to get the location of Camp 7, and after deciding to sneak attack, they used a lot of force, and one battalion of soldiers here was considered elite, in addition to five armored vehicles and five fighters and bombers, these planes were waiting for the flares to rise into the air, and then carried out a dive attack, which caught the Finns by surprise.

"Ulla! Ulla! ”

"Charge!"

The sudden attack of the Soviet air force made a hole in the Finn defense line, and Lao Maozi immediately rushed forward excitedly, and some of the Soviets had already rushed into the position, and at this time, four more flares were lifted into the air, so that the world that was about to fall into darkness was illuminated again.

"You can't hold it for long like this, find a way to kill the artillery positions and commanders of the Soviets!"

Yu Zhiqian frowned and observed the situation on the battlefield, the flares were on the heads of the Finns, while the commanders and artillery positions of the Soviets were in the dark, the positions of the two sides were reversed, and the current Finns were like blind people, who could only see the Soviets who were constantly attacking the position.

"Simon Heyer, I said, you shoot!" Yu Zhiqian's HK416 has no bullets, and the accuracy of using Mosin Nagant for a few seconds is not very high, and sometimes there is only one chance to shoot, Yu Zhiqian believes that Simon Heyer will not let it go.

Simon Heye glanced at Yu Zhiqian: "You can see it!" ”

"Hmm!"

"Okay, you tell me the location, I'll shoot!"

Yu Zhiqian nodded, looked at the darkness, a Soviet officer with a map in his hand, constantly pointing to something, standing behind Simon Heyer, and then spoke: "At eleven o'clock, a Soviet officer squatted on the ground!" ”

"How high from the ground!"

"Half-squatting!"

"Good!"

After Simon Heyer finished speaking, he immediately adjusted his position, and then fired a random shot, and the bullet hit the snow on the side: "How far is the bullet from the target!" ”

"About three meters to the left!"

"Good!"

This time, Simon Heyer fine-tuned the muzzle of the gun slightly, and a picture had already appeared in his mind, an officer half-crouched on the ground, and the position was about three meters from the point where his last bullet landed, took a deep breath, and then pulled the trigger.

The bullet was shot and flew in the air for less than a second, and in Yu Zhiqian's night vision goggles, the Soviet officer was shot and fell in a pool of blood, and he didn't know how he died until he died.

"Hit the target!"

"Next!"

Simon Heyer was not excited about his shot, but after saying a few words, he waited for Yu Zhiqian to find the target, Yu Zhiqian glanced down at Simon Heyer, this guy is really stinky enough, but the marksmanship is really good, this way can hit with one shot.

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