Chapter 52 The task of sniping and defending Batna in the dark night was unpredictable, and the armored forces of the French had become much less subdued after the last time we were heavily damaged, and they had not come to cause trouble in the past two days. This was supposed to be a good opportunity for us to strengthen our defenses, but we were never able to bring in reinforcements from Constantine.

However, this is not just a reason for the upper echelons, after a few days of understanding, the armament of the German 32nd Infantry Division fighting in this area is far inferior to that of the troops fighting in Tunisia, and we who are accustomed to living a life of prosperity have finally experienced the hardships of the poor.

But seeing the equipment of the French, it seems that we have no reason to complain

After some initial discussions, we decided that it would be better to do a tentative attack first, and in order to achieve better results, we planned to conduct a night attack this time.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and the faint moonlight reflected on the earth could not play a role in illuminating at all. We've reached a vantage point with a compass and a map, and our first steps tonight will begin

I scanned the outpost not far away with my binoculars, and then the lights saw a dozen infantry and three D1 tanks on the surface. With the exception of one enemy standing on the watchtower, everyone else was in a loose state.

I handed the binoculars to Vincent and told him, "With such lax defense, are they really not afraid of us at all?" ”

He first glanced through his binoculars, then said to me as he looked at it, "Find a way to get around, this piece of meat is too thin to be enough for the little gasoline and shells we wasted." ”

"How?" I took out my map and pointed to the position of the position, "If you go around from the left, you will have to continue to go around these other two outposts; If you go around to the right, it's too close to them, and if it is discovered, although we can use our strength to do nothing, it will not be easy to do things later. ”

He was still holding the binoculars, and then said lightly: "Is the problem the two searchlights?"

At this time, he slipped the telescope back into my hand, and then he said to me, "Take them down and hide in front of that position, and don't expose them, and when I have the searchlight, I'll go and meet you, and then we'll go around from the right." ”

"You mean you're going to kill those two searchlights by yourself?" At first, I looked at him suspiciously, wondering if his brain had burned out because of the heat of the past few days. But when I saw him gesture with his hand and aim with his gun, I understood that he was going to use his Carl 98K sniper rifle.

Under the cover of pitch darkness, it is almost impossible for an infantry to be detected at a distance of several hundred meters, and it is definitely not difficult to increase the concealment to 100 percent with the help of some cover. And in the dark, snipers don't have to worry about revealing their location due to the reflection of their sniper scopes, which makes them real night killers.

About five minutes later

Thinking that Trode should have led the tanks to the designated position, he urged his side to speed up as well.

1000M

800M

600M

"Okay, that's about the same distance." I dodged the tracks of the searchlight and advanced to a position a little more than 500m from the front of the position, where there was a small rock, but if I crouched down, I could still hide my whole body.

I took a second measurement with a sniper scope, and it was about 550m from the searchlight on the watchtower and 600m from the large searchlight on the ground. I picked up my sniper rifle and aimed it at the Frenchman on the watchtower, and it was a bit reluctant to hit the head at this distance, although the target might struggle, but it didn't matter.

I waited until he turned to the other side and pressed the trigger. A short, powerful voice broke the silence of the night, and with this sound, a soldier lay down. For the soldier, he may not have understood what was happening when he fell, after all, the speed of the bullet was much faster than the speed of sound, and it had been hit more than a second before he heard the sound.

I pulled the bolt with my right hand, and a cartridge case popped out, and when I pushed the bolt back, the next bullet was loaded. I aimed at the next target, the searchlight on the ground, and no one could detect and react to the searchlight on the watchtower for the time being.

Another gunshot reminded me that the searchlight on the ground, which was larger than the turret, lost its dazzling brilliance, and I pulled the bolt again, and I aimed at my last target, the searchlight on the watchtower.

At this moment, the position was in chaos, they already knew that they were being attacked by snipers, but in the absence of searchlights, even more people could not catch this Grim Reaper. They thought they were clever enough to turn off a lot of lights, and everyone hid in the trenches, everyone fearing that they would be the next unlucky man.

I smiled, these French guys are really cooperative, now they will probably inform the rear, but how much attention can a sniper take? I used my sniper scope to check on the movement of their tanks, and it seemed that they were only just starting up, and as long as we were fast enough, we would have no problem getting around quietly.

The mission was done, but to make the play more realistic, I fired a flare at their position diagonally behind cover. Then he fired two shots into the sky, hum, I guess those French guys are paralyzed in the trenches by now.

I put the gun on my back and turned my head to run, and with the faint light reflected by the searchlight just now, I used the compass in my hand to adjust the direction and stride hard.

This 400M dash reminds me of boot camp life. At that time, in order to let some self-righteous recruits who had just joined the army, I liked to use some words to trap those people, make a bet with them in public, and then defeat them, and then under the pressure of face, many people willingly accepted the next training.

Of course, I'm not superhuman, and there will be accidents. It's humiliating to be defeated by a recruit, but if you keep your promises, you can also strengthen your relationship, which will also allow them to train better. In order to prevent them from easily losing their lives on the battlefield, what can I count by losing some face?

But those days may never come back, and for now, let's train that idiot.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh