Koval led two squads of troops north along the gunfire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

About three hundred meters from the battlefield, Koval could already see the soldiers in front of him. Two companies of Soviet soldiers surrounded a factory and kept firing at it.

Looking at the dense enemy troops hiding behind the wall in the distance, Koval glanced at his thirty or so people, and said to the herald: "Go and notify the second company immediately, let them support as soon as possible!" ”

The herald repeated it and immediately ran away.

"The assault squad is to be set up in the rooms on both sides of the street, and the shooter squad is in search of a vantage point for accurate fire," Koval ordered. ”

Knowing that it would be useless for him to take this man with him, Koval changed his Mauser rifle and ran to the roof of the building next to the street, lying on the roof of the building, carefully observing the battlefield.

Picking up the binoculars, the battlefield in the distance was carefully presented in front of Koval's eyes. The enemy's M1910 Maxim heavy machine gun mount was mounted on the other side of the road, continuously spraying bullets at the factory. Soviet soldiers used grenades to blast more than a dozen gaps in the walls of the factory, constantly attacking the factory.

Alex's company hid in two office buildings in the factory, and with the fire of Maxim's heavy machine guns, he struggled to resist the siege of enemy troops from all sides.

With his heavy machine gun blocked by the building, Koval looked for other worthy targets, picked up his rifle, pulled the bolt, and raised it to aim at an enemy soldier who was hiding outside the wall with a pistol. The one with the pistol should be an officer, so you'll be chosen, Koval thought.

There was a crisp "bang", and the officer in the distance was shot in the chest and suddenly fell to the wall. The soldiers around him immediately looked around in surprise, looking for the location of the gunman.

The sound of other soldiers shooting was also heard around, and enemy troops were constantly falling in the streets.

Koval looked at the street in the distance, and the enemy troops were hiding behind obstacles with their backs to him, which was a great target for him, but the narrow streets also limited Koval's vision, and he found no worthy targets.

Seeing the enemy's back unsuspecting at him, Koval was no longer obsessed with finding a worthy target, pulled the bolt, aimed at an unsuspecting enemy, and aimed and fired. Moving the muzzle of the gun slightly, aiming at another target next to the corpse, he had not yet realized that his comrades around him had died quietly, still crouching there like a factory shooting. Aiming at the back of his heart, Koval pulled the trigger, and the enemy fell.

At this time, the enemy had already discovered the location of Koval and others from the gunfire and the wounds of the corpse, and began to turn around, re-looking for obstacles to hide, raising their rifles and shooting at the positions of Koval and others.

Although they did not see the exact location of Koval, based on experience, they constantly aimed at windows, balconies, rooftops, and other possible hiding places.

According to a less reliable statistic, it took an average of 25,000 rounds to kill a soldier in World War II.

Even on the Chinese battlefield in World War II, even according to the data provided by He Yingqin, during the Anti-Japanese War, the Chinese army had to consume 600 bullets to hit a Japanese prisoner; It takes 3,700 bullets to kill a Japanese criminal.

Knowing these figures, Koval was not very worried about enemy rifle fire, and most of the enemy troops, except for a few veterans, were workers and peasants who had just joined the army, and the average accuracy of marksmanship was very low.

The constant use of enemy bullets on the walls around Koval and the splashing of dust were not enough to terrify Koval, but only slightly obstructed Koval's vision.

The third, Koval counted silently in his mind, and with a slight move of the muzzle of the gun, he aimed at the next target.

The continuous killing of targets made Koval somewhat indulge in this great sense of accomplishment of manipulating the lives and deaths of others, just like God.

With the fourth objective solved, Koval pulls the trigger and watches the enemy fall.

Seeing the enemies hiding like rats behind the mailboxes, flower beds, numbers, and even the corpses of their comrades, and seeing the panicked expressions on their faces, all kinds of worries in Koval's heart vanished, and his heart was very inflated and cried out: Let God grant you death! Koval Mobile Rifle wants to continue this shoot-and-kill game.

Enemy bullets struck the wall near Koval, splashing cement into his face, creating a reddish wound.

Awakened by the sudden pain, Koval immediately rolled on his side and back, lying on the roof of the building and hiding.

At that moment, a barrage of bullets hit him just now. If he hadn't dodged it in time, his head might have been beaten into a rotten tomato.

Koval completely woke up from the hallucinations just now, in fact, this kind of illusion marksmanship will not appear in ordinary people, only those excellent marksmen, they are prone to this situation, just like gambling addiction, when a master wins one after another, he will indulge in it, until he loses and goes bankrupt.

There's an old saying that a good swimmer drowns.

Koval gasped for breath and slowly retreated from the roof, finally coming down from the roof.

"Everyone, pay attention to dodge and move your position!" Koval shouted as he climbed down from the roof.

Koval climbed down and gently touched the wound on his face with his hand, the pain was scorching. He looked around, and all the shooters were carefully hiding behind obstacles, hiding behind the walls from various angles to shoot the enemy troops diagonally opposite.

Seeing that no one was so embarrassed to him, Koval secretly complained a few words on his face.

A barrage of bullets hit the window, and a dozen more came in through the window and hit the wall.

"It's a machine gun!" Koval listened to the sound of rain hitting plantains, paused for a few seconds, and then sounded again, and noticed the difference, and listened carefully, Koval finally understood that it was the sound of light machine gun fire.

Light machine guns, there were no light machine guns in Koval's troops, so much so that he had forgotten a little.

With the help of two or three light machine guns, the marksmen on Koval's side were pinned down in these two small buildings, and could only shoot outside without a single shot.

Koval somewhat regretted that he had placed his firing positions at such a close distance, and that the shooters were too close to each other. If he went a little further, he was willing to take the risk of taking out the enemy's light machine gun shooters. But now, at a distance of about three hundred meters, two or three light machine guns concentrated their fire in such a small space, as long as the enemy's machine gun shooter is not blind, he can be beaten into a hornet's nest at the moment of Koval's appearance.