"I don't think so, Wilson, the Germans are crazy, we have to get out of here. Halche, give me another magazine, and open the box as well. Then why hasn't the damn retreat order arrived yet, didn't it say that someone would be sent to inform us? ”

Scott snapped back from the window, and the bullets smashed into a large cloud of brick debris and plaster on the window, choking the co-shooter Halche with a cough.

"Damn Germans, these country buns, come and try this."

Scott inserted a new magazine, took a deep breath, and steady, then jerked up and shot out the window with his machine gun, but before he could fire three or four bursts, the rain of bullets forced him to retract under the windowsill again.

"I'm being watched by them, Wilson, do you see what the Germans are doing?"

"What do you think, damn it, the Germans are ready to storm."

Wilson was also overwhelmed by the machine gun, and used a machine gun to block the upper and lower windows, and the German shooter's skills were very unusual.

"They might have to climb over the wall to get in, do you see what's going on around the fence here?"

Scott glanced quickly out the window, the windowsill strewn strewn with bullet casings blocking his view.

The window of the tower he was in was very narrow, and there was a small ledge that stretched out, and if he wanted to see the situation under the tower, he had to stand up, but to do so now was to seek death.

"They seem to be preparing something."

Taking advantage of the German machine-gun fire, Wilson bravely stood up and looked down the tower, where he saw a group of German soldiers running along the wall with their waists bent, and two of them ran to the wall facing the tower and crouched down.

Due to the cover of the wall, Wilson could only see the swaying gray steel helmet, and he didn't know what the two soldiers were doing.

"Let's see if we can teach them a lesson."

Wilson picked up his sniper rifle and aimed at one of the steel helmets. But before Wilson could snap the other man into his scope crosshair, the machine gun began to shoot wildly at his position again, and it was obvious that the other party saw Wilson's barrel sticking out of the window.

"Jesus Christ ......"

Just before Wilson shrank back from the window, he caught a glimpse of something creepy in his scope.

He finally saw what the two soldiers were busy with, fitting a tubular part to the muzzle of their Mauser rifles.

Wilson clearly remembered that the instructor had shown him drawings and objects of that kind of thing in training, and what made him even more impressed was the power of this kind of thing.

Wilson gritted his teeth and poked his head out again in the splatters of brick and lime to see that the two German soldiers were now leaning out of their upper bodies with their rifles aiming, their black grenade launchers facing their windows.

"Gun grenades! Take cover! ”

Wilson shouted loudly, he had never expected his own to let out such a loud shout, and then sprang forward and fell down on the cold stone steps.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

Two violent explosions instantly rang in Wilson's ears, and the commando senior soldier clutched his head tightly and let out a meaningless shout.

He was completely frightened, and for the first time he had tasted the power of a close-range explosion. A wave of heat mixed with fragments of a shattered wall whizzed past an inch above his back, bricks, rubble, and grenade fragments flying everywhere.

Wilson felt as if he had been punched in the back, and strangely, he only felt a little stuffy but not any pain.

It was like a blow to the head, and Wilson had an experience in an alley behind a pub in London, which cost him three months' allowance and a new uniform.

Wilson's eyes widened vigorously, but there was only a white light and swirling golden dots in front of him, as if he saw something, but he couldn't distinguish the shape. It was as if cotton had been stuffed in the ears, and all the sounds seemed to come from a distant place with a long aftermath.

"Wilson, Wilson ......"

There were a few faint shouts in his ears, Wilson shook his head a few times, and the white light in front of him began to dissipate, although he was still a little dizzy, but he was finally able to distinguish the scene in front of him.

"God, Sergeant Scott......"

The first thing that catches your eye is the pale face of Sergeant Scott, the machine gunner.

Scott was already dead, and the poor machine gunner could not dodge the German grenade, and a piece of shrapnel hit him right in the forehead. His body was less than a yard away from Wilson, and the superior could clearly see the horrible charred wound and the viscous fluid gushing from it.

Scott stared at the floor above with blank eyes, and the expression of surprise at the moment of the shot was forever fixed on that face, and it was obvious that he was killed on the spot, without much pain.

"Damn, damn it, damn it!"

Wilson slammed his fists to the ground, he had fought many battles and witnessed countless deaths, but this was the first time he had watched a close and familiar friend die beside him.

Wilson...... Help me ......."

The faint cry for help sounded again, and Wilson remembered that there was another comrade here.

"Halche, how are you?"

Wilson looked up and searched for Halche, only to find the hapless secondary shooter by a pile of ammo boxes around the corner of the stairs.

"I think I'm hurt, Wilson, help me."

Halche lifted his hand and reached for Wilson, which was now red with blood.

"Stay there and don't move, Halche."

Wilson slowly got to his feet, and only then did he feel a terrible stabbing pain in his back, and something must have been hit in the back. Wilson crouched down the stairs, steadied a little, trying to probe the wound behind him, but found that his arm couldn't reach it. But it doesn't seem to be a bad situation, at least he can act now.

"Halche, I'm coming, stay there and don't move."

Wilson picked up his sniper rifle and cautiously peered out through the gap in the wall to see that the two German soldiers were no longer there.

The gunfire around was even more intense than before, and one or two explosions erupted in the courtyard from time to time, I don't know if it was a grenade or that kind of grenade. Wilson knew that his comrades must now be in a bitter battle, and that it was a miracle that they had been able to resist until now, because the Germans had been stubbornly unwilling to launch a strong attack.

Wilson fell back on the stairs, and then slowly climbed along the base of the wall towards the corner platform of the staircase, he didn't know if the machine gun was still aimed here, and now that the window and the wall below had been blown away, revealing a huge hole that would never be a good idea to expose himself in front of it.

"Halche, where are your injuries, you must hold on."

Wilson finally managed to climb to Halche's side, and he had to crawl over the Heavy's corpse because of the Scott's body in the middle, so much so that his uniform was stained with the Heavy's blood and marrow.

"The Germans hit me in the stomach and I lost feeling in my legs."

Halche painfully let go of his hands that were clutching the wound, and blood gushed out of the hole like a spring.

"Damn it! You hold on, bro, let me check it out. ”

In fact, without inspection, Wilson knew that Halche was hopeless, but in order to comfort the other party, he still tore Halche's blood-soaked military uniform and examined the wound.

The wound was a little to the right above the navel, and the shape and size of the wound could not be seen because the blood was constantly gushing out.

"It doesn't look too bad, you can get through it."

Wilson wiped the sticky blood from his hands on his pants before pulling his first aid kit out of his underwear pocket.

"Well, I think I can go through it, it's just that it looks scary, and I'm not going to die, right?"

Halche's face had turned a horrible blue-gray from the loss of blood, but he still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of longing to live.

"Of course, you'll live, brother."

Wilson didn't dare to look into Halche's eyes, he lowered his head and tore at the first aid kit, pulled out a large cotton wool and a bandage, and pressed it against Halche's wound.

"Hold on, brother."

"Of course, I'm going to be fine, I haven't slept with Mary yet, I'm not going to die......"

Halche smiled weakly and nodded.

"Well done, brother. You lie here first, press the wound hard, I'll go kill a couple of Germans to get your anger out now, and then we'll go back to England together." ”

Wilson picked up his sniper rifle, and the flames of hatred now burned in the sniper's chest.

"Okay, Wilson...... I think I'll be able to hold on. You must ...... Be sure to take out a few more Germans for me. ”

Halche nodded weakly at Wilson.

Wilson desperately held back the tears that were about to well-up in his eyes, he wiped his face with his sleeve, then smiled and nodded at Halce, turned around and walked slowly towards the hole.

Walking to the edge of the hole, he first carefully poked out half of his head and looked outside, and there was no trace of any German soldiers in the courtyard, and a German machine gun crew was firing intermittently at the church by the gate of the wall.

Wilson calmed his breath for a moment, then took his sniper rifle and aimed it at a co-shooter who was peering over an ammo box.

The gunfire of 1903 was so thin and inconspicuous mixed with the dense gunfire around him, the German machine gun stopped abruptly, and the machine gunner looked blankly at his comrade who suddenly fell on top of him, but when he saw the abrupt bullet hole in the steel helmet of his comrade, he immediately understood.

The German machine gunner sent a message to his comrades on the side, and quickly turned the muzzle of the machine gun to the tower. He had never imagined that after such severe damage, there would be people there who would survive.

However, he had no chance of avenging his sub-shooter. A second later, the same bullet burrowed through his brow and into his skull, and the German soldier tilted his head in an odd gesture before slumping on his beloved machine gun.

"Two, I'll kill two Germans, Halche."

Wilson excitedly turned his head and shouted at Halche, but what he saw was Halche's pale face and limp corpse, and the young assistant shooter had a smile on his lips.

"Damn it!"

Wilson pulled the bolt hard, and a strong bloodthirst ignited in the sniper's psyche, and he was determined to shoulder the hatred of those who died, and he had to pay for it with more German corpses.

"Come here, you savage and lowly Germans. You shit, look at your messy look, and your mom will blush for you, you bunch of maggots in the sewers. ”

Wilson held his sniper rifle steadily, ignoring the machine-gun bullets that flew around him, cursing and coldly firing one bullet after another.

He felt a little satisfied as he watched the German soldiers being pinned down in the corner by himself and helpless. But he felt that this was not enough, and so far only three Germans had died under the guns, and the other two had only been wounded, and had been dragged behind the sheltered wall by his comrades before he could make up for the shot.

Another target, the German soldier seemed ready to fill the position of the fallen machine gunner, and Wilson coldly aimed his aim at the soldier's abdomen.

A cruel smile appeared on Wilson's lips, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a flustered heart, as if he had become someone else's prey.

It was an instinctive reaction of a battle-hardened veteran, and Wilson felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, and a chill ran down his back, a terrible feeling that even overshadowed the pain of the wound in his back.

Wilson pointed his gun at the cemetery below the tower, where he felt the danger was coming from.

Flowers? No.

By the wall? No.

Madonna? No.

Looking at the German steel helmet with a hole in it next to the statue, Wilson couldn't help but sneer.

But as he moved his scope away from under the statue of the Virgin, he suddenly noticed a gray figure moving at the base of the statue.

"That shit doesn't ......"

It was the last half of Private Wilson's words in the world, and then a fiery Mauser bullet passed through his throat.

Wilson reached out and grabbed the edge of the wall, but he couldn't.

Sneering and clenching his fists into the void, the British sniper flopped out of the hole and fell heavily to the wet mud floor under the tower, convulsing...... Died.

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