A group of mercenaries was rushing towards the first line of trenches, which had already been captured by the vanguard. www.biquge.info About twenty feet behind them, two mercenaries in camouflage suits, Kenneth S. Collins and Thomas L. Krull, cautiously followed the group forward.

Corinth and Krull were overly cautious, but they were necessary for the task they were tasked with—they were trying to find opportunities to fight back, even though the Spaniards were suppressed by artillery and machine-gun fire. From time to time, bullets were fired from the positions, some of which would have grazed beside Corinth and Krull. If they are not careful enough, then they will have to say goodbye to the mission.

And, of course, there is something even better: life.

To avoid misfortune, the two mercenaries kept their caution intact. Thankfully, the Spanish soldiers didn't target them as their main target, and the bullets didn't have long eyes, so in the end, the two men still managed to get into the mercenary-controlled trenches without any danger.

A sergeant ran over. "Soldier...... Sir! He saw the Chief Non-commissioned Officer and Specialist Non-commissioned Officer insignia on Collins and Krul's uniforms, hurriedly changed his salutation, and prepared to salute them, but Collins motioned with his hand to him not to do so.

"Go do your thing, sergeant." He said, "Leave us alone. ”

"Yes, sir." The sergeant replied loudly, and then, muttering under his breath, ran away in the opposite direction - it was hard for him to figure out why two E8-class guys would run to the first line of positions: in the company, mercenaries of similar rank were almost as rare as the squadron commanders.

Of course, he would not have understood that Collins and Krull had ventured to the ground only to test the new products of the Great Viper Corporation's weapons development department, two new rifles - the Nimrod rifle with a rotary bolt mechanism developed by the boss himself and the Hetzer semi-automatic rifle developed by Novotny on the basis of the Browning automatic rifle - and the company's management was anxious to find out how effective these two expensive weapons would be in real combat.

Especially the Nimrod rifle. Its specially manufactured high-precision competition-grade heavy barrel results in a price of up to two hundred dollars for the entire rifle, plus a quadruple scope worth one hundred dollars, and if it can neither achieve the shooting accuracy claimed by the boss nor cause the serious impact he claims, then Rachel. Mcbride. Ms. Yi will definitely terminate its development process, let alone bring it to the market.

Of course, the boss would have prevented her from doing so, and perhaps it might have led to a heated argument, but either way, the rifle's commercial future would have been dealt a heavy blow – and so had Hetzer's situation.

"We have a big responsibility, Thomas." Collins whispered.

Krull ignored him. The expert non-commissioned officer, having found a suitable position, put his Hetzer rifle away, was observing the position of the Spaniards with a telescope, apparently not intending to be disturbed by anyone. Collins shrugged, ripped off the strip of camouflage cloth from Nimrod's rifle, and lay down next to Krull.

The chief petty officer began to adjust the scope, but still did not forget to speak—more accurately, complaining—"I think it's rather funny." Thomas, we need to attack a mountain position on our back, and on our own initiative, and at such times a mortar is much more useful than our rifle with a mirror......"

"Kenneth," Krull interrupted, "a little direction, four hundred yards away, a Spanish officer. ”

For a moment, the flirtatious expression on Collins' face was gone. He immediately turned in the direction his partner had pointed out, and the unfortunate Spanish officer immediately appeared in the sight of the chief sergeant, his beautiful military cap as striking as the feathers of a male peacock.

He looked at the conspicuous hat and shook his head. "What a good target."

Collins took a deep breath and began to aim. His target, apparently unaware that someone was aiming at him, was still yelling at the soldiers around him, urging them to launch a counterattack against the American forces...... Maybe so. The chief non-commissioned officer thought, aimed at the officer's forehead, and fired the bullet.

The Nimrod turned out to be a good gun, there were no problems with the sight, and the chief non-commissioned officer had no less excellent marksmanship. The Spanish officer tumbled on his back in the trench as if he had been hit hard, and there was no further movement. The ensuing panic of the Spanish soldiers confirmed that their commander had gone to God.

However, Corinth did not have time to hail this victory, because Krull again reported to him: "In the direction of eleven o'clock, three hundred and eighty yards away, another officer. ”

The second goal. The Chief Non-commissioned Officer completed his mission with ease and pleasure, allowing the officer to follow in the footsteps of his colleagues; The third time, he shot and killed a herald, and the fourth missed—but Krull fired quickly, making up for his partner's oversights before his target could react.

And then there's the fifth goal......

The Spanish commander in charge of guarding the San Juan Hill soon discovered that he was losing control of his troops: none of the heralds sent out had returned to the headquarters, and none of the communications corps from the units of fire had reported to him. Unfortunately, this was not the worst of all - in the binoculars, the commander saw that the troops in the front line were completely out of control, and all the soldiers were doing different things in a mess, some were still shooting, some were retreating, but more were just crouching in the trench with their heads in their hands, or clinging to the ground.

And that's the worst problem: there is no one to command these soldiers.

"Where are all the officers?" The commander sternly rebuked. Whether it is a non-commissioned officer, ensign, lieutenant or captain, there should be more than a hundred guys called "chiefs" on the position, and in fact there are two majors there! But now, none of these people are in his sight. This is something that could never happen and should never happen. "Hell! Can anyone tell me how this is! What happened? ”

Unfortunately, none of his staff members had a clear reason. These people spent so much energy adjusting their defenses, making counterattack plans, and arranging for troops to fill the holes created by the Americans, and no one had time to care about how many officers were still on the position, or where they went.

Anger began to build up in the commander's face at an alarming rate. The staff officers, who were good at observing words and feelings, quickly exchanged several opinions and suggested: "We should send someone to investigate......

"I have no one to send to investigate!" The commander called. All the heralds he could send had been dispatched, and before they returned, he had only one guard company and a group of stupid staff officers at his disposal. However, the commander is not ready to cut the strength of the guards, and this group of staff officers, will they be willing to take on a dangerous errand task? The answer, of course, is no. Moreover, even if he gives an order, they will come up with all kinds of excuses to prevaricate.

The commander thought that he knew his staff well, but in reality, he did not know them enough. A staff officer stepped forward. "I'm willing to investigate. But, sir, I would like to be given command of the troops on the front - if all the officers on the front line are missing, or killed. ”

"Of course, you have that power, Captain." The commander nodded, though he didn't believe that dozens of officers would go missing or die together. Those hateful bastards must have gotten to some safety somewhere.

However, the staff officer who offered to go and investigate the situation was not so optimistic. "You're after me." He told a colleague, "I'll come back and report back when you see me take over the troops." ”

Two staff officers burrowed out of the headquarters, and their overly conspicuous hats came into the sight of the professional non-commissioned officers. However, they were a little further away from him and Collins, and although they were already within the effective range of the bullet, the sight, which was only four times as long, was too easy to aim. Four hundred and forty yards is the upper limit suitable for firing.

The two snipers could only wait patiently. They didn't do nothing, though, and as the two targets slowly moved down the trench, Collins and Krull confirmed their targets.

"I'll deal with the one in the back, and you kill the one in front." The chief non-commissioned officer said - the hunt just now proved that the long-range firing accuracy of the Nimrod rifle with a manual bolt was significantly higher than that of the semi-automatic Hetzer - it was not a matter of marksmanship, nor did it have anything to do with the scope, but only the characteristics of the gun.

Krul, accustomed to being silent, confirmed the plan with a nod of his head, and then began to aim at the staff officer walking ahead. The captain was also unaware of his situation, but acted with marked caution. He moved down the trench as he separated the disorganized group of soldiers and looked around, searching for traces of enemies or officers. Finally, the captain finally found the first man he was looking for, a lieutenant officer, who collapsed in the trench, already dead.

Then came the second, the third......

"God......" he exclaimed, then felt the hat on his head be carried away from his head by some force. The captain quickly lay down, just in time to dodge Krull's second bullet.

"Hell, I didn't hit again!" The expert sergeant screamed angrily. For him, such inconsequential statements are undoubtedly quite rare.

"Relax, man." Collins had already solved his goal, and after pulling the bolt handle, he patted his partner on the shoulder. "You still have a chance to ......"

As he spoke, the mercenaries in the trenches suddenly screamed, and began to assault the second trench.

"You don't stand a chance now, Thomas." Collins changed his words, "Okay, let's go to the next position and see if we can find a new target." ”

Unfortunately, the Spanish army guarding Monte San Juan was in complete collapse. (To be continued.) )