Chapter 194: Late Night Bombardment
The mere stealth of a sniper did not give the Germans a larger problem. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoNot all sniper teams have snipers like Natasha, not to mention that their weapon is only Mosin Nagant.
The sniper war still had a great effect, and the horror created was more real than the killing and wounding.
After heavy snowfall, German patrols were to continue. Gustav ordered his soldiers: "You must follow the original plan, if you are afraid of snipers, then you are still worthy of being soldiers?" Your role is to patrol the perimeter of town, and if you can't spot a potential guerrilla force, we're all doomed! ā
The soldiers had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue on the road.
As long as the German soldiers were still patrolling, they could always hear the whizzing sound of bullets piercing the air, and some soldiers were hit by bullets, and blood was spilled on the snow.
Natasha's team continued to operate, setting up multiple sniper positions in order to move at any time to avoid exposure.
In this era, the thousand-meter sniper is a great test of luck, because the rifling in the production of the barrel and the rifling process is always not perfect. Because a good sniper barrel is obtained entirely by exhaustive means, there is always one out of ten thousand Mosin Nagant with the highest accuracy.
Natasha's SVT40 has also undergone complicated calibration and verification, and Yang Mingzhi believes that the secondary gun can be used as a sniper rifle. However, Yang Mingzhi doesn't believe in Natasha, unless this girl's brain can perform complex and accurate fire control calculations like an intelligent computer, and to do this, it takes talent and a lot of live-fire training.
Natasha was lying in the snow, her whole body white, except for a small black blob on the muzzle of the gun.
When she's not shooting, she sucks on the fingers of her right hand in case it's too cold and her joints stiffen.
A five-man German patrol staggered forward, looking left and right, led by one who searched around with a telescope from time to time.
The figure is pointed at the ruler of the sniper scope at a distance of more than five hundred meters.
It's them! The girl's cheek was against the butt of the gun, and the trigger was gently pulled by the ****'s warm fingers. A crisp gunshot drowned out in the north wind, and the girl's body shook, the bullet casing was thrown, and the bullet flew out at the man with the binocular.
The bullet shattered the telescope, piercing the man's head, and a cloud of blood reflected in the sniper scope.
"Hit one!"
At this time, Igor took on the duties of a recorder, and he wrote down the results in a notebook. While writing, there were still words in his mouth: "Another one-shot headshot, today's start is very good, you killed one." ā
"Don't talk! I'm still waiting for those people to get up! ā
"Okay, I'll shut up."
Natasha was very excited, but she tried her best to suppress this heart and try to remain calm.
For her, it's all about waiting now. Only those enemies felt that the snipers were retreating would they dare to poke their heads out again.
After waiting for about two minutes, a white helmet appeared in the sniper scope, and Natasha pulled the trigger again, only to see that the helmet was knocked off at once.
"Oops! It's bait! Natasha was startled, and then he saw the rifle sticking out of the snow and aiming in his direction. Has it been exposed?! A bullet flew above his head, and the sound was heard by everyone.
"You should be exposed, let's hurry to the next location and continue the ambush." Igor said worriedly.
"Not necessarily! Maybe it's just a tentative shot from the enemy! Natasha decided to take a gamble, her vision was so keen, and a rifle sticked out of the snow again.
The girl didn't hesitate to shoot the rifle down. Then, the rifle flew away, along with what appeared to be a human-like stump, and a figure suddenly stood up, blood spurting from the position of his left arm.
Another shot, and Natasha coldly ended the man's life.
"Finally kill one! Igor, change positions now at once! ā
Igor and Mikhail, the two are mainly responsible for the girl's daily life in wartime, as well as for close defense. This girl is the best sniper, and the results speak for themselves.
All she had to do that day was to finish the patrol, and all five of them were killed.
Throughout the day, ten people were killed and fifteen wounded among the Germans who went out on patrol.
It didn't help Gustav to get angry, his soldiers were still pestering the Slavic women, or rather, venting their desires. With nowhere to vent his emotions, he ordered all the Soviets in the city to be gathered that night and pointed his guns at the old men among them. "For every German soldier lost, a Soviet was killed." Ten Soviets were killed that night.
But he didn't dare to kill women, for the simple reason that if the only stress relief measure for soldiers was banned, soldiers might even have the possibility of violent resistance. On the first day after the snow, they were attacked by an invisible enemy, and the combat force lost a total of twenty-five men, and the fifteen wounded soldiers had to be cared for by at least thirty men.
That night, he immediately canceled his patrol for tomorrow, because the soldiers were already complaining.
"Since you don't want to go on like this, climb to the top of the town and look around with binoculars!"
The soldier was overjoyed by this decision, so that he would hardly be attacked by bullets flying out of nowhere. But that night, a new round of attacks suddenly occurred.
At two o'clock in the morning, five violent explosions occurred in the town, and the German soldiers, who were awakened at first, thought that the partisans had raided.
They were so frightened that many of them slept in their clothes, their loaded rifles in their arms. Hehe, they're not afraid to go off the rails.
The soldiers got up in a hurry, and some people shouted that the guerrillas were attacking the arsenal, and the scene was chaotic.
Ten minutes after the first explosion, the next four explosions, with more than 20 casualties among the German soldiers, were determined that the ammunition depot was intact at dawn, and for the five explosions, five craters were found in the town.
This was Yang Mingzhi's parallel plan, and an artillery group of 20 people drove horses to climb plows and set up large-caliber mortars after the sniper group set off.
This mortar has a 120 mm caliber, and this is the first time it has been airdropped, because the war requires it to be too heavy and has not had a chance to use force, and this time it is just the right time to deplete the ammunition stock.
The bulky body was no problem with the climbing plow, which in turn was a horse, and when the fire was fired, the soldier stood on the plow and operated it directly, while the horse was pulled to the side. It's like a future artillery pickup, or a machine-gun wagon during the Soviet Civil War.
The range of the heavy mortar is more than two kilometers, it is the maximum yardstick standard Homnitch.
The night was very quiet, and the distant sound of explosions woke Natasha from her sleep.
"What's going on! Was it an attack?! She was very alert and wanted to get up.
Igor calmed her down like a father taking care of his daughter.
"I think this is the beginning of our shelling. Comrade Berekov gave the Nazis another big gift, and the heavy mortars attacked them, so that they could not sleep at night. ā
Natasha smiled with satisfaction, admiring the wisdom of the chief. Because the Germans must not have been able to sleep well this night, and they are so far away from the town, they are awakened by the sound of cannons!
"Go ahead and rest, my dear. Our friendly forces do not carry many shells, and they will rush back to replenish ammunition after this wave, and it is estimated that there will be another round of shelling in the early hours of tomorrow morning. Igor said.
"Well, I'll have to kill another one tomorrow. I have to be a hero, I have to wear a medal. ā
Natasha slipped back into the snow and rolled up her blanket. (To be continued.) )