Beneath the white snowflakes is a fiery dance of death, the Finns don't know where the next bullet will come from to end their fears, and the damned bonfire is a talisman for all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A soldier screamed and raised his submachine gun above his head, sweeping aimlessly towards the east, but all around him was surrounded by dense forests surrounded by wind and snow, what could he hit? The dark forest is like a life-devouring monster, the people around him are constantly beaten, as long as they make a little mistake, the end will either be shot through the head or through the ass!

"They're hunting!" Veterans who had participated in the White Guards tried to keep themselves on their stomachs lower, and they already understood that the snipers on the other side were the Soviets, and those damned Soviets did not intend to snipe at all in a regular way, but to attack a flock of trapped sheep like wolves, not to fill their stomachs and leave, but to bite the whole flock to death! In such a situation, it is simply suicide to spend time shooting at an opponent in the dark, and the only chance is for everyone to run backwards together, and how many can escape count.

Vasily was no longer satisfied with a little sniping, the target could not see himself, and after firing a few rounds at one point, he quickly changed positions, and fired bullets from behind one big tree after another to harvest lives.

When he reloaded for the fifth time, he could no longer see the Finn who dared to expose his body through the scope. Vasily was patient, he was no longer directly in front of the Finns, but moved to the right side of the Finns' position, and from the target he had just been defeated, Ludvik was doing the same thing as himself.

The Finns were lying still on their stomachs, just waiting for death, and Vasily leaned against a large tree, carefully searching for the target, which he had already decided to solve once and for all.

A white object was moving slowly, it was a person's ass. Gently pull the trigger and spin the bullet that flies out of the muzzle to create a beautiful curve, leaving four holes directly in the target's butt!

He won't survive tonight, and like the Finn who had just been crushed by Ludwick's palm, it would have been hard for them to survive two hours in such hypothermia and blood loss!

Slowly shifting their positions, the Finns lay still on their stomachs, as long as they changed their angles, they could continue to hunt those sheep-like dumb melons.

The veteran knew that if he continued to consume like this, he would just wait for death, and he finally couldn't help it: "Those who are alive listen to my orders, and here they are waiting for death!" I shouted one, two, three, everyone to run backwards together, run to the death, they can't hit! Lying on your stomach is just waiting to die! ”

Vasily could hear the Finnish shouts, and it didn't matter if he didn't understand Finnish, as he had encountered in Spain, and that was the only right choice for desperate targets.

Sure enough, in the firelight, seven or eight Finns jumped up and ran westward, and just as they were jumping, a fatal bullet threw the old Finnish soldier two meters out - Vasily was waiting for this moment.

Not far to the left, there was an unfamiliar sound of submachine gun shooting, five beautiful point shots, and the luckiest of the jumping targets was knocked down after only running seven or eight meters.

Vasily smiled, his own observers did a very good job, the lad had already learned how to deal with an opponent who had lost his fighting spirit, listening to the sound of gunfire "Suomi" submachine gun firing less than 100 meters from the campfire.

Lying quietly under a dead tree, Vasily patiently observed the target area, and all he and Ludvik had to do was to wait, waiting for the cold and silence to take away the fire and the lives of the wounded, and those who rushed to pop their heads out in the event of victory died the fastest.

For two hours, Vasily fired only one shot, dealing with a moving wounded, showing no mercy for an opponent who had lost the ability to resist, and Vasily's nerves became as cold as this cold night when he clenched his rifle.

The bonfire had been completely extinguished, and Ludvik crawled to his side with the sound of gunfire fired at Vasily, who motioned for him to stay here and take cover, and go to the target area to clean up himself.

The Finns who had been slain were still in their last posture, and Vasily searched one by one, only one of the Finnish wounded was still breathing, but he was frozen and not far from death, staring with a pair of frightened eyes at the white shadow with a rifle against him.

The deaf sense of hearing seemed to hear the white shadow seem to mutter, and then there was endless darkness.

Vasily wiped his hunting knife on the corpse, cut off the rank mark from the collar of the corpse, and did not even bother to glance at the blood gushing from the Finn neck. Scrap the officer's belongings, put the knife back in its scabbard, and hang the briefcase next to the corpse.

Forty-seven, this platoon unit was dealt with in 15 minutes, and the opponent did not pose any threat to himself in the slightest, as easily as slaughtering a sheep on a farm. Vasily found a new sniper tactic that was not available in Spain, gradually eating away at the enemy's morale and lives in the dark jungle, and it was all so simple.

The snow was about to stop, and Vasily, after collecting what he needed, stuffed a few drums of the "Suomi" submachine gun into his backpack, and quickly returned to Ludvik.

"Go back, you follow me."

Half an hour later, the two appeared in a circle behind their machine-gun position.

"Comrade Second Lieutenant, why are you two like ghosts, you don't even have a sound!" The platoon commander, Dekolov, grumbled after watching the two Vasily men who suddenly appeared and letting them into the semi-underground bunkers of the position.

"I'm afraid I'll eat your machine gun bullets from the west!" Taking off his cloak full of snowflakes, Vasily unceremoniously picked up the steaming coffee pot on the side, poured himself and Ludvik a cup, and the hot coffee flowed from his mouth to his stomach, feeling alive again.

Although there was a hidden flue in the bunker, in order to ensure that there would be no fire during the day, a heavy snowfall just now gave the best opportunity to cook, not only did he make coffee, but Dkolov also handed Vasily two plates of steaming potato goulash, which was a good thing to heat up with those cans. Constantly replenishing hot food at low temperatures is the best way to maintain physical strength, and whenever possible, soldiers will stuff some food into their mouths.

"How's it going over there?"

Vasily handed the captured briefcase to Comrade Tusser, who was in his thirties: "This is the stuff of a Finnish officer, look at what important things you have to play." There are these, you save them first, and it is inconvenient for us to bring them. He handed Dekolov dozens of Finn papers and a few military rank insignias.

"Forty-seven!" Dekolov tapped his papers and looked at Vasily with some surprise.

"Look at what, beware of the Finns touching it, and then they will order our papers."

"Don't worry, the boys are clever, the tricks you taught have been used, unless you know the arming situation outside, don't think about coming over and not being discovered." Dekolov said as he looked at the contents of his briefcase, which were several documents and two maps.

No one in the bunker could read Finnish, "I'll send someone to the back immediately, how can I report those documents?" ”

"I'm twenty-seven, Ludwick is twenty-five. Also, the Finns are cutting down trees and flooding them to block the roads. Vasily, who was eating this, muttered that Ludvik had given the five scouts the things to Dekolov as well.

After calling the correspondent sent to him by the battalion, Dekolov gave a few words and asked the young man to send him to the rear at once.

After eating the contents of the plate, he swept it with a slice of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and took out a watch from his pocket: "Throw away your, put this on." ”

Having been working with Dekolov's troops for the past few days, this guy is good, Vasily handed him the captured watch.

"Finnish?" Dekolov took the watch with a beautiful leather strap, and in the dim light Vasily could even see that his eyes were shining: his rag was not only old and stopped, but it was also moving fast today and slow tomorrow, and it was long overdue to change. In the entire platoon, only the squad leader and above had watches, and Dekolov often had to go to a few of his subordinates to ask for the time, which was very inconvenient, and he was even more worried about delaying the fighters. But he still has five children to support at home, and buying a new one is a bit of a luxury.

"Briefcase officer, if someone asks, say that I gave it to you, the boss won't say anything, you platoon commander don't know how to do it."

Dekolov was not welcome, he knew that Vasily and Ludvik would not care about this watch, and all snipers were equipped with special watches, and the one in Vasily's hand was a high-end product specially supplied by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"I won't give this watch for nothing, if you see this kind of play in the future, you can give it to me, I'll be useful."

"No problem, you'll find all the findings." Looking at the Finn "cross" in Vasily's hands, said.

This is the cross medal that Vasily found from the officer, although I don't know what level of goods, but he is really useful: I have heard that Comrade Andrei has a special love for medals and knives, the chief takes such good care of himself, he has nothing to thank him for, these small things and the Finnish knife in his backpack can be given to Comrade Andrei, and it is not a violation of the record.

Ludvik also handed over the two "Suomi" submachine guns, two magazines and a few drums to his comrades in the platoon, which did not have enough submachine guns and could have been captured.

Taking off their coats and resting comfortably in a warm bunker, the two soon fell asleep, and after a few hours Dekolov would wake them up. (To be continued.) )