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Outside the city, the clothing of the French soldiers slowly became clear in the sniper's scope, and even his appearance and everything about him were clear in the sniper's gaze.

"It's a pity, I don't know where he came from, Lorraine, or judging by his round chin, could he be from the countryside around Paris?"

The sniper, who is also a Parisian, stares at his compatriots and mutters to them. Moreover, at this moment, he must not have the psychological pressure of the other party, after all, he does not need the other party's life at all.

"Blocking war, blocking war is good, you can complete the task without killing people, and it is a good choice to fight a blocking war at this time."

Wounded, this is an extremely high requirement for snipers in blocking warfare. Killing the enemy was not a difficult task. But it is not easy to ask for damage.

However, in a stall war, a large number of wounded will cause extremely heavy psychological and logistical pressure on the opponent. At the same time, due to the loss of vital forces, the speed of the opponent's attack is slowed down. So that the war will continue to some extent in blood, until one side is exhausted and falls to the ground.

"Shoot at the target...... Wind deflection ......"

Due to the sniper's fault, most of the observers have become relatively silent. None of them were willing to speak except for the relevant data. Every time I went on a mission, I couldn't wait to find a knife to cut off both ears.

"Phew!"

The dull and explosive sound of gunfire rang out almost simultaneously, and the sound of hundreds of "Poison Bee D" sniper rifles that gathered together made the whole sky tremble.

"What kind of weapon is this......"

It was the last thought before the blow was struck, before the French Foreign Legion and the Indian soldier with a headcloth wrapped around his head were injured.

Immediately afterward, a burning sting pain came from their shoulders, thighs, or arms. They hesitantly turned their heads to look over, their eyes wide in disbelief, and their breath completely held at the same moment.

What a tragic scene this is?

The person who was hit in the arm, the whole arm was hit and a large muscle had fallen out, and some white ribbons flashed on the bloodless, jagged white wounds.

It was only about the blink of an eye, and after the violent blow, the extremely contracted muscles began to relax. Strands of blood poured out of the wound like a spring.

"Medicine Protector ......"

The entire offensive was completely incapacitated by almost a salvo of hundreds of snipers. Hordes of authors cried out hoarsely.

"Sniper!"

The surviving soldiers shouted loudly, cursing their commanders as they shrank to the places they had already seen to hide. No one dared to poke their heads out, and even some knowledgeable guys had already guessed what kind of enemy they had encountered!

"The army of the Chinese Federation, they are the army of the Chinese Federation!"

Yes, "Viomous Bee D" can accurately hit at a distance of 800 meters, and this data has reached almost the top position in the world at that time.

In a place where it is almost impossible to strike accurately, and so many people are injured by a single gunshot, there is no other country in the world than the Chinese Federation, which has captured all the elite officers of the German Army. There is no other country in the army that has such a number of snipers.

"The army of the Chinese Federation!"

This shouting complicates the whole issue, and it is definitely not a matter of the same concept as the Bundeswehr and the guerrilla brigades under the "Vietnamese National Liberation Army".

After all, such an confrontation is likely to provoke the retaliation of a superpower with a population of 400 million that is developing in the direction of international power, and no matter who faces such retaliation, he or she will have to think more about the consequences.

The first to be hit was naturally the morale of the soldiers in the first battle.

The soldiers were huddled in places where they could hide, including ambulances. The actions of the infantry are an absolutely stupid means without clearing the snipers of the opposing side.

"Bang bang...... Whew......"

After the sound of cannon fire behind him, the cannonballs flew in the sky, carrying the sound of wind that made the infantry relax. In their minds, now is the time for the snipers to fear for their safety.

The paramedics, who remembered their duties closely, poked their heads out of their hideouts, risking a possible blow. When he saw the horrors of the battlefield, he froze. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he began to murmur a prayer.

"My God, save your child...... God......"

The wounded soldiers were rolling underground, covered in blood-soaked mud. They turned into something horrible as if it were black, even though the blood in the ground showed that they had almost drained their blood. But those injured bodies are still struggling underground.

In the sky, dark red ballistics fell in droves where the snipers were hiding. Tons of dirt were thrown into the sky with a roar that seemed like the end of the world.

Smoke, fire, gunsmoke.

Under such a devastating blow, it is believed that no life can survive, not even those little ants can survive under this intensity of artillery fire.

Under the fire, some of the smashed branches or other burning objects were scattered and thrown out. A fallen branch falls to the ground, still carrying flames.

Through the flames, a pair of jungle boots could be seen not far away. Then a gloved hand picked it up and lit the cigar smoke in his mouth with its flame.

"Aha, these guys are really rich, how can they be like us, every time they shoot a bullet, two people have to cooperate, alas, it's really, why don't you get a sniper rifle too, if it's ......"

The talkative snipers sit in pairs with their observers, like lovers. They bask in the tropical sun leisurely and helplessly, and the cigar smoke in their mouths pollutes the air around them.

Some foul language that only erupted between close friends and close friends made the guys laugh wide open, they were the snipers and their observers who had just fired a bullet.

This is a deterrent war, that is, they don't need to kill more people, and they don't need to turn off their own lives. Let's shoot, find a place to rest, bask in the sun, etc. Anyway, all the news has been sent back by those cunning scouts, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

After the artillery fire was prepared, the school planes flew in, and they probably intended to monitor the situation in the city at all times and report to their own artillery units.

However, this kind of thing is not popular with the Marine Corps.

Although, they don't have any planes or decent armored vehicles, but the Phalanx is not a dry guy. The 12.7mm phalanx can handle most targets at a distance of 2,000 meters, and today's jets are still not immune to destruction, let alone those converted from old biplanes.

"Woo......"

With the sound of a rock drill, the pilot was surprised to find several tongues of fire suddenly rising from the city, which seemed to never be extinguished. Bullets coming from several directions no longer resemble bullets, but seem to be like those firefighting hoses in the hands of firefighters.

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"Oh my God......!"

The pilot pulls the joystick, intending to change the flight altitude.

In practice, this action did not do much for a 12.7 mm rotary machine gun. The anti-aircraft soldier who operated the machine gun seemed to be operating a burning leather whip, following the trajectory of its flight.

The artillery school-firing plane was only lightly "touched" by the fiery jet formed by the machine-gun bullets that were like a storm, or even denser than the storm. The whole flight, as if it had crashed into a mountain, was instantly shattered into a mass of burning shards.

On the ground, the regrouped French forces began to attack again. The first time I tried to attack, there was nothing to be happy about, except for throwing hundreds of wounded and vaguely guessing the "identity" of the other side.

It is completely unclear where the opponent's battle line is and what the opponent's defense system is arranged.

Unable to do so, the reluctant infantry once again advanced with bayonets. They trampled on the blood and fear left behind by the wounded just now, and rushed towards the earthen enclosure that seemed to be entrenched by the devil.

However, they were disappointed by the enemy followers on the opposite side.

The shelling seems to have destroyed the morale of the other side, or simply destroyed the entire army of the other side.

This time, the soldiers of the French Foreign Legion and the Indian soldiers met little resistance as they approached the bombed-out earthen enclosures.

On the battlefield, the deathly silence of the beginning has returned.

The veterans beat drums in their hearts, and the recruits twisted their heads to look here and there, not knowing what was going on here.

In the deathly silence of the other side, the French soldiers threw grenades and fired machine gun and rifle bullets at the earthen fences. Even a couple of mortars were fired.

However, there was still no response, as if it was nothing more than a ghost domain, and the blow that had just been struck at them was not from humans, but from the ferocious demons of the Nine Hells.

Finally, the flocks of soldiers of the French Foreign Legion mixed with the Indian soldiers and climbed up the earthen enclosure, which was completely devoid of threat, and the whole picture of the "cardboard city" was displayed in front of them.

There is still not a trace of activity in the entire city.

"Go forward......!"

The officer who had crawled underground with him stood up, brandished his sword, and directed his men into the city. He believed that even if the snipers on the other side were not killed by artillery fire, they probably would not be able to play a decent role in the street fighting.

However, before he could finish his thoughts, something terrifying happened.