"The task is simple, get into the place where the enemy has the most, find a way to lurk, and direct the artillery strikes of our army." Daddy's words were concise and to the point, and Chris listened to them very clearly.

The three of them left the line controlled by their own soldiers, advancing little by little, marching with the utmost care, and not even leaving footprints.

Walking along the collapsed wall and stepping on the rubble, Chris felt that this time he really had the most heartfelt march.

When he was with the siege troops before, although he was also a sniper, he was not so nervous.

Because the task of the main opposition sniper is not with him, but on the side of the specialized hunting unit. So he just dealt with the enemy's ordinary infantry, which is obviously much simpler.

Most of the time, his enemies would lie on the ground with their heads shattered and not even knowing where he was.

Now the situation is complicated - the other side also has a sniper, and he has to fight in a position much higher than when he was in the siege army.

"In a place like this?" Looking at the position chosen by his father, Chris felt that his previous three views had been subverted.

They chose a sniper location with a mediocre environment, which was not a suitable location for a sniper.

It's neither tall nor spacious, and the only good thing about it is that it controls an entire street and it's very easy to retreat.

"That's right! Here it is. Our mission is actually to cover the antenna......" Daddy pointed to the signal soldier nicknamed the antenna, and said to Chris, "Only when the opposing sniper is facing us, is it when you play." ”

Try not to shoot, this is the new way of fighting that Chris has instilled in him when he arrives in the new unit.

Although a little reluctant, Chris still frustrated picked up his rifle and began to look for a suitable position for him.

Now he is responsible for the safety of the other two people, and he is responsible for taking care of his two comrades and keeping them as safe as possible.

Soon, he found a suitable position, a covert sniper position. Most firing angles can be blocked here, enough to cover the rapid retreat of two people.

Chris placed his rifle in a suitable place, camouflaging his muzzle as best he could with the rags around him.

Entering his familiar rhythm, this reassures Chris, a sniper. He didn't know much about the things before, but he was very familiar with the things after that.

"I'm a rock, I won't move......," he muttered softly, and leaned back against his rifle as if asleep.

By his side, his father, who was in charge of cooperating with him, held a telescope, looking for traces of the Soviets. Behind them can be said to be a danger zone, a very dangerous area.

The nearest German troops to them, at least a block away. If they were discovered by the Soviets, it was estimated that the probability of annihilation was very high.

The Germans will not let go of the snipers of the Soviets, and the Soviets will not let go of the German snipers who are caught. Both sides hated the profession with a sight on the weapon, and they suffered too much at the guns of snipers.

Coordinates, 54-73...... Correct...... 53-72…… Can fire. Holding the binoculars, Dad gently said to the comrade-in-arms antenna who was in charge of guarding behind him.

Ciric nodded, then turned on the switch and said a set of numbers into the walkie-talkie: "Coordinates 53-72, 10 bullets in a row, fire!" ”

"Boom! Rumble! Sure enough, less than a minute later, a volley of shells fell near a building in the distance.

Listening to the sound of the explosion, presumably a captured Soviet 122 mm caliber howitzer, the sound of the explosion was not as loud as Germany's own 150 mm caliber self-propelled guns.

Chris was curious, and looked at the building that had been destroyed by the shells with his scope, and found that many Soviet soldiers were fleeing around him, and there were many corpses on the street.

It was much more effective than his attack, and it wasn't easy for him to knock down a building......

"Steady, ...... at nine," Buck reminded Chris, then picked up his binoculars and observed the enemy in the distance.

The guided shelling fell silent immediately after a clear ten shells. It was as if he had long eyes to watch every move of the Soviets and not waste a single superfluous shell.

Under this kind of guidance tactics, the Soviet army appeared to be very passive - when they gathered, they would attract German artillery fire, and they would be scattered and unable to form combat effectiveness.

Those local counterattacks, defensive counterattacks, and surprise attacks, which the Soviets were very good at, became useless in the face of the German artillery-guided sniper groups.

But Chris was depressed, he didn't even have a chance to fire. Just wait for the order to retreat in a selected position.

He waited boredly, listening to his father command his artillery fire again and again, telling the rear the enemy's position within visual range, and then guiding the artillery to wash the ground.

"Phew!" Just when Chris was bored, a bullet hit his dad with a telescope.

Chris perked up and looked through the scope to find his target - he saw the direction the bullet was coming, so it was also very purposeful.

Daddy naturally shrank his head and looked at Chris, who was looking for a target: "Ciric, pack up your things and prepare to retreat!" ”

Obviously, the Soviets were not passively beaten, and after being attacked by German artillery fire several times, they guessed that the Germans had an artillery observation post nearby.

So their snipers joined the fray, ready to take out the German outpost.

The purpose of the enemy's fire was not blind, it was to suppress the Germans and let the outflanked infantry find a suitable position.

If the other party's sniper is always there, then the retreat becomes very risky, so the two sniper rifles of Daddy and Chris are looking for the sniper in the distance.

"Whew!" After exhaling a cloudy breath, the corners of Chris's mouth raised. He found the sniper's location, behind a window, still looking for the dad he had just targeted.

"Phew!" Chris pulled the trigger, as if to vent his frustration at his previous idleness.

The bullet flew over a long distance, knocking the opposing sniper with a sniper rifle to the ground.

"I hit him!" Chris confidently drew his rifle back, and then saw that Buck and Shirek had already packed their things and were ready to leave.

"Accurate, lad!" Daddy Buck grabbed Chris and gave him a compliment, then retreated from the chosen direction.