Such a high chamber pressure is destined to be a high-spec gun that wants to fire it, and only a gun with a weighted barrel can shoot this kind of bullet in all the standard equipment of the German army, such as the G41-SG in the hands of MG42 and Hoffmann or the Ge98 in the hands of German snipers.

However, if the sniper bullet is just like this, it is not qualified to be called a sniper bullet, and the reason why it is used as a special bullet for sniper rifles is not because it is heavy and because of its high muzzle velocity, but because its warhead is specially polished.

That's right, in order to ensure that the friction between the bullet and the air while flying is as even as possible and as small as possible, each sniper warhead is finely polished by hand by the master at the time of production!

Such high requirements make sniper shells quite expensive to build, with a cost of 6.25 marks ($2.5) per bullet! A regular 7.92mm rifle cartridge costs only $0.05 per shot.

Even if you have money like Germany, such an expensive cost is not easy to afford, so Lyon stipulates that only snipers who use Ge98 can receive this kind of ammunition, and each sniper only has a quota of 30 rounds per month, and they can't buy it when they run out.

A squad precision shooter like Hoffman did not receive such bullets, and he bought three of them from other snipers for 10 marks each. He originally wanted to use these three bullets to catch a big fish, but now he has to use them to save his teammates.

"Where are you? Where are you? Hoffman unfolded the G41-SG's tripod and lay on the ground slowly looking for the French sniper hiding in the shadows through the eightfold scope.

"Hans, give me a chance!" Hoffman gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"Whew!" On the other side, Hans took two deep breaths and gradually controlled his emotions, "Let go of me, I've calmed down." ”

The others saw Hans's serious expression and let Hans go suspiciously.

Hans cautiously glanced at the approximate location of the sniper, then immediately retracted his head and said to his comrades: "We can't do it like this, at least we have to set up the position of the grandson on the other side...... In this way, I'll figure it out, and you guys will cooperate with me, okay? ”

The others were also veterans with rich combat experience, and they knew that they could only survive if they cooperated closely with each other at this time, so they nodded without thinking about it and said, "Okay, you just say what to do." ”

"That's good." Hans said, "Brother, who has better marksmanship?" ”

Several people looked at each other when they heard this, then pushed one of them out and said, "Vincent! He's the best marksman in our class. ”

Seeing that everyone was recommending himself, Vincent didn't say any kind words, and asked Hans directly, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"You stay where you are, and when the sniper on the other side is exposed, kill him!" As he spoke, Hans selected the one from a pile of French rifles and handed them to Vincent in good condition, "We will give you a chance!" ”

"Okay!" Vincent took the gun, examined it, and nodded solemnly.

Hans turned his head to look at the others, "We're responsible for luring the sniper on the other side to shoot, four people in four directions, run for three seconds and then lie down, and then continue to run after two seconds." ”

"Understood!" The other three all nodded.

After making up their minds, the four Hans untied their superfluous belongings, carrying only a MAS36 rifle and half-lying in four directions.

"Run!" Hans shouted, then rushed out first, sprinting wildly in the direction where Krystal had fallen.

"One! Two! Three! After three seconds of silence, Hans fell to the ground with a slippery tackle.

"Phew!"

A few tenths of a second after Hans fell to the ground, a bullet landed on the ground not far in front of him.

"Fuck!" When the French sniper saw that he had missed the shot, he quickly pulled the bolt of the gun to load the next bullet in the magazine.

"One! Two! Hans lay on the ground and muttered twice, then sprang to his feet and continued to run.

The French sniper just loaded a new bullet at this moment, and saw Hans and the others start running again and hurriedly aimed, and then pulled the trigger.

"Phew!"

But this shot still didn't hit the target, and Hans and the others lay down on the ground in time for the last shot.

"I found you!" Vincent, who stayed where he was, spotted the muzzle flash of the French sniper's gun and decisively pulled the trigger.

Unfortunately, his bullet did not hit the target either, but hit a tree not far to the left of the sniper.

Vincent was not frustrated when he saw that the blow was missed, but immediately changed his position with a bent waist.

He was also prepared to hit with one hit, because the gun in his hand did not have a scope, and he was unfamiliar with its trajectory for the first time.

However, the French snipers were taken aback by the shot.

He immediately shrank behind the bunker and said in shock: "Hell, I was discovered by the sniper on the other side?" ”

"Probably not...... the soldier beside him glanced at the hole in the tree not far away, "The German sniper is very powerful, how can he hit so wrong?" ”

"No, I have to change places!" The French sniper thought about it, but still slipped out of the bunker with his waist bent.

When the soldier saw the sniper leaving, he seemed to follow, but was rejected by the sniper.

"You stay here and keep staring at the Germans on the other side, understand?"

"Okay." The soldier shrugged his shoulders indifferently and fell to his stomach, continuing to admire Krystelle's dying throes through the binoculars.

"One! Two! Hans gasped twice and sprang up from the ground again.

But this time the sniper on the opposite side did not shoot again.

Vincent, who had changed positions, noticed that the French sniper's previous position still had lens reflections, and after adjusting the ruler, he decisively fired a shot.

"Phew!"

The bullet came out of the chamber and accurately hit the person behind the lens, and Vincent even clearly saw a red and yellow mass exploding from the back of the lens!

"Solved!" Vincent smiled softly, and was about to put away his gun and get up, but just then, darkness suddenly enveloped him. It wasn't until he slammed into the ground that he heard the gunshot.

The French sniper, lying behind a tree, sneered and pulled the bolt of his gun, pulling a smoking shell out of the chamber.

Vincent didn't hit the French sniper at all, but the poor soldier.

"Okay, there's nothing stopping me from hunting down these Germans." He muttered softly to himself, then turned his gun to Hans and the others.

But he never expected that a few hundred meters away, another sniper was putting him in the aiming ring.

"Ahh The sudden shot hit the unsuspecting French sniper, piercing a large hole in the wrist of his left hand, leaving him with only two layers of skin attached to the palm of his left hand.

It was two seconds before the sound of the gunshot reached his ears.

"Hell! Damn it! He hurriedly shrank behind a tree and pulled out a triangular scarf from the first aid kit around his waist to wrap around his wrist, which was spurting blood.

But Hoffman didn't want to let him go, and after adjusting the scope slightly according to the impact point, he coldly pulled the trigger again.

The French sniper couldn't even imagine why the German bullets could hit him accurately after hitting the trees.