Chapter 24: The Beachhead of Hell (3)
The four machine guns suddenly fell silent. Thankfully, I don't need to remind you that the attention of Mosvenk and the few guys who were having a good time just now is finally in the place I reminded them of.
"What's going on with Comrade Ravaevsky?" Mosvenck didn't care why I had dragged him down just now, and yelled at me.
At the same time, several voices on the radio were also questioning Lavaevsky's whereabouts, and it took a long time for the driver of the armored car where Lavaevsky was located to reply: "Comrade Lavaevsky, he was shot!" ”
"What? Shot! Where was the shot? Is he okay? Vanka had the best relationship with Ravajewski, and his tone was full of worry and panic.
Opposite, the driver's reply was also nervous: "Comrade Ravaevsky was shot in the chest." The bullet seems to be very close to the heart, and we are trying to bandage it. The wound was bleeding non-stop, and it was not in good condition, so it needed to be rescued immediately! ”
Mosvenk immediately snatched the radio microphone from my hand and shouted: "Comrade Vanka, you cover Comrade Lavaevsky's armored car to evacuate first, and immediately start first aid!" ”
As soon as he finished speaking, another bullet flew in. This time it was the Slavik armored vehicles that were targeted.
Fortunately, it only hit the machine gun tower of the armored car of Slavik, which was blocked by bulletproof steel plates, and ricocheted. The great man's cautious Slavik immediately shrank his head and shouted over the radio: "There are snipers!" The location should be a certain building opposite! ”
"We must all retreat!" As soon as he heard the sniper, Mosvenck immediately turned the machine gun turret and made his head-on charge in the direction of the bullet attack, observing through the bulletproof glass. But before he could take a second look, another bullet came and hit our armor plate.
"Bastard! This guy is right in front of the church. Mosvenck took a rough aim and fired a flurry of bullets without hesitation.
Ravaevsky and Vanka were retreating at this time. Hearing Mosvenck's instructions, they immediately aimed at the top of the church opposite.
It's just a pity that, perhaps, there is not such a difficult enemy, the Miami police did not equip heavy machine guns with sights. If you want to see the target two or three hundred meters away, you have to hit them with a machine gun with a lot of recoil, and the difficulty is not a little great.
"Comrade Commander! The enemy tanks are almost here, so let's meet up with the comrades who landed! At the critical moment, only the taciturn Slavik maintained a brutal calm.
"No! Comrade Lavaevsky's revenge has not been avenged, and he will never retreat! Vanka's voice had lost its cool, "And if you don't eliminate this sniper quickly, the follow-up attacking forces will also be seriously threatened!" ”
I also only saw the approximate location of the target, and I didn't see anyone. Seeing that they could not find the enemy for a long time, I took an iron rod wrapped in camouflage cloth from Makarov's hand, rolled over, and jumped out of the armored car. The sniper bullet sent a ripple of dust behind me.
"Comrade Sophia! Give me back! Over the radio, Mosvenck roared anxiously.
"Do you still need to ask? Of course, it's to deal with the sniper, and the other side is most likely evacuating. This guy's combat power is too high, if we let him run, we will be in trouble in the future. ”
With that, I took off the camouflage cloth covering the sniper rifle and pulled the bolt loudly.
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When you see a peaceful street turned into a slaughterhouse in an instant, you will feel irrepressible fear in your heart.
On the streets where armored vehicles had not been had, countless people were fleeing, countless people were falling down, and countless more were killed. The terrifying atmosphere at the scene made even me, the victor, feel deeply infected.
This is true for most people. No matter how fierce and fearless they once prided themselves were, they were stunned, or sobbed, or buried their heads in their arms, praying to whatever they could pray, and glad that they were not slaughtered in the streets.
"Don't look, keep up." I said coldly to Makarov behind me, and then pulled the bolt, and a shell jumped out of the shell window. Bullets flew out, and the head of an Allied officer, whose head was sticking out of the turret, immediately exploded into a cloud of blood.
When I pushed the bolt again, a bullet was fired on top, and the whole downstairs was yelling.
"Comrade commissar......" Makarov whispered in surprise, "you hit the officer!" ”
"Insect carving," I replied lightly, "go, go to that sniper." ”
"I heard that Comrade Political Commissar has good marksmanship, and it shouldn't be difficult to solve a professional sniper."
"That's not a sniper, at most a recruit with good marksmanship. But the marksmanship is so good that I am afraid it is at the level of an Olympic shooter. ”
As I answered, I grabbed my binoculars and noticed that Mosvenk had not withdrawn their armored vehicles, they had only retreated a distance.
"The Allies on the streets are almost dead, and Miami won't get into street fighting." I let out a long breath of relief, and I saw that the few people on the street who had not been killed by me just now were still struggling in pools of blood, and no one dared to approach.
Changed places, and I fired a few more shots. Although several more targets were killed, it seemed that the desired effect was not achieved. Perhaps realizing that there would be reprisals, after attacking Ravajewski, the sniper evaporated like a human being, and never declared his presence with bullets again.
After squatting for a long time but never having a chance again, Koval could only give up, he saw that Zhou Qingfeng's machine gun tower was already facing St. Paul's Church, and he didn't dare to shoot at will, in case he was hit by a stray bullet in the rain of bullets from the other side, it would be too unlucky.
"You retreat first, I'll deal with that sniper," I reported to Mosvenk over the radio, "and once the Allied tank forces arrive, you'll be a great target." ”
"No, we don't have the habit of leaving any of our comrades behind!" Mosvenck shouted.
"Fool! Is it worth it to put on a whole army for an ordinary soldier? "When I finished my roar, I picked up my sniper rifle. Turning his head impatiently, he inadvertently glanced behind him.
"What's going on?" Looking at Makarov's eyes was not very good, I stopped.
In the next second, a swift figure like lightning jumped out from under the stairs and pounced on me!
In times of crisis, I am not slow to react. Raise your gun, aim, fire, burst! The action is done in one go, and the speed may be my limit!
But the speed of that figure was even faster than mine. After flashing my bullets, I saw clearly that the other party was just a dog!
The dog kicked all fours on the ground and pounced so quickly that it threw me to the ground!
Damn it...... With those steel teeth and sharp teeth, one bite, I will lose half of my braincase!
Looking at Makarov over there, he was only frightened by this strange vicious dog for a few seconds. Realizing that my life was in danger for the sake of my life, and that I might not be able to hold out even for a round, the fear in my eyes turned to murderous intent, and the dagger plunged into the dog's neck.
But this one doesn't seem to be of much use. Maybe it was a programmed combat machine, and the other party was not disturbed by Makarov's attack.
When I gradually felt that I was exhausted, I knew that I had to save myself now.
There is no point in counting on Makarov's assists, and if you want to survive, you have to be crazy.
When the mechanical dog raised its claws again and tried to stab me in the neck, I picked up my sniper rifle and blocked the fatal blow.
But the blade of the claw still slashed at my hand, cutting a deep bloody cut. In the midst of the crisis, I had even forgotten about the pain
Here's your chance! When Makarov grabbed the mechanical dog from behind and stabbed it in the stomach with a dagger, I took out a grenade from my waist, stuffed it into the dog's abdomen, and yelled at Makarov: "Throw it out!" ”
Makarov woke up from a dream. Three seconds later, the grenade exploded into a brilliant fireball outside the window of the house, and the roar of the mechanical dog disappeared in an instant.
I don't know how long it took before I noticed...... The wound on my hand seems to be a little deep.
Take another look at the wreckage of the mechanical dog that has shattered to pieces on the ground. The outer layer of bionic flesh is basically charred, and the mechanical components inside have also been damaged a lot. But what I can be sure of is that the coalition forces, which have always focused on biotechnology as their main research direction, do not have such advanced combat robots.
Glancing at Makarov, who was stunned. I took out gauze to wrap the wound, wrote on the wall with a dagger "Take the mechanical dog, retreat to the beach", picked up a sniper rifle and left here.
I'm going to ...... Deal with that sniper!