Chapter 639: A Sniper's Feast (2)
But the appearance of star fruit still makes people like Yang Mingzhi more tempting, in the eyes of the real old Maozi, it is still Natasha, a convex and backward blonde girl with blue eyes, who is unthinkable, and more importantly, this girl must shoot calmly, and Igor who is in charge of logistics and security has been stunned. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Precise bullets smashed into the German ring line, and the poor German soldiers were really hard to parry. The battle gradually turned into a show of Soviet precision marksmen, and in response to these snipers, Cliburn and Schumacher had to order their troops to disperse, only to be forced to retreat from the Soviet fire.
Igor, who was still watching the two girls shake their buttocks like waves due to the recoil of their guns, was awakened by a sharp roar.
"Igor, what are you in a daze? I'm running out of bullets! β
βΠ§ΡΠΎοΌ That's fifty bullets! Igor came to his senses.
"At least I'm out of bullets! You have to figure it out! I've got to keep shooting! β
"That's good! Wait a minute! β
Igor dug his big hand into the sackcloth pocket and pulled out a handful of loose bullets. He didn't count how much ammunition there was, but he made it clear that it was the last bullet.
Looking at the small amount of ammunition, star fruit and Natasha couldn't help but worry about the future.
"Why is there only so little?"
"No way, Natasha, your rifle is really good at the cost of consuming ammo too quickly! We've been fighting for hours, and we're running out of ammunition. β
Natasha was taken aback, she really didn't think of the question. Look at her sister again, the bolt-action rifle she uses is definitely not a big cartridge consumer.
Carambola saw that her sister was hesitant, she couldn't hesitate at this critical juncture, and immediately defended: "Natasha, no matter what the bullets are, the troops need us, now is the time for our snipers to show their might, if we kill and injure some more people, maybe we can wipe out the enemy!" Don't you want to break 300 in the record? β
The last sentence was simply a shot in the arm, Natasha didn't dare to slack off, and immediately gave Igor two orders, one was to help herself press the bullet, and the other was to pay attention to the record.
Perhaps it is really the rotation of precision shooters, and the precision bullet is no longer the random collision of headless flies. All the reckless or exposed German soldiers were shot. Natasha can't guarantee that she has hit the enemy's vital point, and she believes that even if she hits the enemy's helmet, the kinetic energy of a powerful rifle bullet can make people uncomfortable and temporarily lose their ability to fight, even if they can't tear off the enemy's cervical vertebrae or stun people's consciousness.
What about the actual situation?
Cliburn and Schumacher were on the verge of despair, the Soviet snipers were dancing wildly, for which the Germans paid a great price, and worse, the determination to fight to the death was being destroyed by madness, and morale plummeted due to fear.
"Cliburn! Let's break through! Schumacher held back for a long time and finally shouted.
"Breakout? We should continue to hold on, our reinforcements are coming! β
"Phew! Look at the current situation, idiot, more than ten kilometers of road, reinforcements have to walk for two hours! Two hours old, do you still believe that we are still alive? Our warriors are already lying on the ground and waiting to be killed! β
Cliburn was not a fool, he lay in the trench, staggered to a corpse, picked up the steel helmet, and then climbed back to put it on his head. As for his own officer's large-brimmed hat, he is now a toddler.
"Schumacher, let's test how capable the enemy's snipers are." As he spoke, Cleburn slowly exposed the ground with a stick on his hat, only to be knocked flying in just two seconds.
"Oops! It looks like it's a fake target, it's not an officer at all! "Star fruit is very sorry that she fired this shot.
"You're doing a great job, dear." Natasha decisively corrected the muzzle direction and pointed at the place where the military hat flew. "There must be an enemy officer down there, Besica, and we must be careful."
"Hey, hey! I really don't know how big that officer must be. β
"I guess it's a battalion commander." Natasha guessed, "The German battalion commander is usually a major. β
"Major? My husband is a colonel, but he's a deputy division commander! Star fruit was suddenly surprised, as if her husband's military rank was not very high.
In fact, Yang Mingzhi's military rank is indeed low, but the rank system of the Soviet army is completely different from that of the German army. He should have received the rank of general, and for various reasons, the promotion in rank that he should have received could not be implemented.
The girls don't understand this way, and star fruit and Natasha only think about destroying more enemies, which is the duty of warriors.
As a result, the crackling firefights around them were no longer appealing to them, and even the shaking German soldiers stopped shooting at them.
How many people have Natasha and star fruit eliminated so far? Igor had been observing, and his notebook notes showed that the two had achieved fifty-one battles, and it was debatable whether they had hit the target, killed on the spot, or wounded. But he really admires these two girls, anyway, the end of the enemy is obviously coming, so let's write it as killing.
As the battle continued, Balzen gradually discovered that his superiority was growing, and the enemy's will to resist was rapidly decreasing.
When he observed for a while, he was shocked to find that the enemy was being shot with precision.
"A bunch of idiots, you guys get together, there's only one trench here and you can't squeeze a lot of people! It would have been nice if hundreds of you had escaped early, and you wouldn't have to be trapped in a corner and slaughtered by our snipers! Balzen did think it was a massacre, and that he had many accurate marksmen among his men, not to mention a sniper who was probably the most famous sniper in the All-Soviet platoon. I'm afraid that girl will have to refresh her record in this battle, in this current battle that has evolved into a sniper feast for German soldiers, will her record be three hundred?!
As it stands, a group of accurate shooters has really changed the tide of the battle, the enemy's firepower has loosened, and another attack is sure to be successful.
Balzen immediately ordered his direct troops: "Fighters of the reconnaissance company, prepare grenades, we will annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop this time, now follow me, Ula!" β
The mad fellow had forgotten his exhaustion, and with a kind of adrenaline-pounding, bloodshot eyes, the berserkers began another charge.
With people to take the lead, Lavrenj and Evgeny also began a counteroffensive on all fronts. At the moment, in terms of troops, the Soviets already had an overwhelming advantage over the Germans, even if both sides suffered many casualties. At this most critical time, who has the stronger will to fight will win the final victory, and it is obvious that the German soldiers who are tortured by snipers and do not dare to act rashly are already difficult to carry out an effective counterattack.
"What the hell! These Soviets are crazy! Brothers, give me ......"
Schumacher's words came to an abrupt end here......
Cliburn, who was lying in the trenches, was shocked that his colleagues were really dead, and there was no way to save them.
The battalion commander, Schumacher, whose skull had been half removed and whose head was already unrecognizable, was lying on his side by the trench, and a large pool of blood had been spurted.
His man is dead, dead, dead.
"Hell! You idiot! "What else can I do besides scolding, of course it's a breakthrough! Cliburn knew he was in a desperate situation, and he had no choice but to give it a go.
Immediately, he shouted: "Brothers, come with me if you can still move, let's follow the direction of the Soviets' trenches and break through to the southwest." β