Thank you for the reward of suppressing sadness and the evaluation of 80,000 miles, and I ask for everyone's recommendation votes and Sanjiang ticket support again! Rise up! Break out!

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Seeing some Soviet soldiers rushing from the middle of the village, the two "Night Warriors" stopped one after another, and they did not look for cover, so they stood in the gap between the chariots and raised their guns to shoot. MP44 jumped rhythmically, bright yellow tongues of fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun, the author's shoulders slightly slumped back and forward, and the crisp and melodious sound of the gun composed a wonderful battlefield sound.

If she were an outsider, Lynn would rather just listen quietly.

But he clearly wasn't.

Glancing at the 90-degree right-angle fan, Lynn quickly climbed from the rear of a Soviet-made tank with the power of his limbs, its 500-horsepower diesel engine was silent at the moment, and the closed hatch must have opened as soon as it was pulled, but Lynn did not do so. He climbed into the tank only to get a better view of the battlefield situation, while condescendingly shooting the Soviet soldiers who were most likely to get into the tank.

The first target immediately appeared, the guy avoided the sight of the "Night Warrior" and climbed into a T-34 from the side front and drilled into the cockpit of the tank with great agility. Due to the obstruction of the turret and the barrel, Lynn could only see half of his body, and if he was two seconds late, this guy entered the cockpit and closed the hatch, and ordinary bullets would not be able to help him.

In just three days of purgatory, Lynn has been given extraordinary calm, he holds the gun, aims, shoots, several of the most basic actions are smooth, and every link is compressed to the shortest time.

The precise bullet hit the Soviet soldier directly, and the upper part of his body was still stuck in the cockpit hatch when he died.

It's not just the bravery that comes from nowhere, Lynn is not worried that the Soviets will shoot him from a distance, he quickly pulls the bolt of the gun with his right hand, and at the same time scans the limited range of changes with his eyes. Several Soviet soldiers who had just climbed into the tank were killed by the "Night Warriors" who used assault rifles, but dozens of tanks, assault guns and trucks occupied a large area, and the German soldiers controlled only a corner of the parking area. Catching a glimpse of a Soviet soldier in the turret of a tank in the distance, he bent down and was about to pull the hatch of the captain's position. Such a dangerous object, Lynn immediately listed it as the primary target, and the actions of raising the gun, aiming, and shooting were still done in one go. The guy planted the turret back, and the hatch that had just been half-opened closed again.

Among the various models of manual rifles, the British Lee. Enfield is widely regarded as the king of rate of fire, and a well-trained soldier can fire a staggering 20 rounds per minute in a fast-fire situation, but this is not of actual combat significance. With the fastest speed in his life, Lynn can only reach the rate of completing once in five or six seconds, plus the time of aiming and shooting, being able to shoot seven bullets per minute is already the limit of continuous shooting, and blindly pursuing the speed of shooting is likely to affect the accuracy of shooting, such a loss Lynn has suffered more than once. This time, he had just spotted a Soviet soldier with sharp hands and feet, and seeing that the guy's waist had disappeared into the cockpit, he raised his gun with a slight urgency to shoot - still aiming when he pulled the trigger. Although there was a feeling of "throwing the gun" and the bullet went out, a few sparks were sputtered at the tank body behind the target, and the guy flew into the tank.

Lose in a very certain situation, and the frustration is born from the heart. With the lesson so deeply engraved in his mind, Lynn forced himself to get rid of distractions and calm his mind, and when he raised his gun again, he deliberately took an extra half a second to stabilize his body and hands.

This time, a slightly chubby Soviet tankman who managed to climb the T-34 turret became Lynn's new prey. Although this guy has deliberately lowered his body and is half lying on the turret, he is still a very clear target in Mauser's 98kd crosshairs.

Syllable......

After the unexpected, Lynn quickly reloaded and shot another Soviet soldier who had just stepped into the cockpit on his front foot.

Leaning on the rear of the T-34 turret to squat slightly, pull the bolt and disembowel, hold the rifle handguard tightly in his left hand, and quickly pull out a row of bullets from the ammunition pack on his waist with his right hand, skillfully and quickly fill the five rounds of ammunition with the bridge clip into the magazine, and after resetting, he slammed the bolt again, and scanned the battlefield with a cold gaze. As the battle in the middle of the village drew to a close, more and more soldiers rushed to the area where the combat and supply vehicles were parked - both Soviet soldiers trying to move the vehicles and German officers and soldiers following them. The raiders still had the advantage on the field, while the Soviets interfered with the opponent's attack with the first two tanks, and just as Lynn was about to shoot again, a loud bang came from nearby. Despite the ringing of his eardrums, he pulled the trigger unmoved.

Straight ahead, an unarmed Soviet soldier collapsed on his back before he could climb onto the tank.

Rumble!

Another deafening explosion sounded behind him, and Lynn knew that it was his companions who were using explosives to destroy Soviet vehicles, and he didn't have to look to know that his companions had taken the lead in blasting two tanks, and the current situation should destroy Soviet trucks that might be loaded with ammunition and fuel. Lynn was a little anxious, but it was difficult for him to act alone, so he had to angrily scold the country. As the only rifle shooter on the attacking side, he is constantly busy.

"Hey, Zodart!" (German: Hey, soldier!) ）

When Lynn squatted down for the second time to reload, a very magnetic voice came from the side. Turning his head, the tall officer was holding an MP44 assault rifle in his left and right hands, this posture couldn't help but remind him of the image of Stallone, Schwarzenegger and many other heroes on the screen.

Without waiting for Lynn to speak, the tall officer directly threw up the assault rifle that he was carrying in his left hand without an additional sighting device, poor Lynn held the rifle in his left hand and the bullet in his right hand, and how could he have a spare hand to receive the gun. But this MP44 was his dream weapon again, after a moment of hesitation, he opened his arms to take the gun, but it was too late, the assault rifle flew into his arms vertically, the cold muzzle hit the bridge of his nose, and the thick wooden butt smashed into the knee......

The gun was in hand, and my nose and knees hurt raw.

Seeing Lynn's embarrassed appearance, the tall officer didn't have time to taunt or pity, he didn't wait for Lynn to adjust his posture before throwing another arc-shaped magazine over.

Unfolded his arms to catch the magazine, Lynn seemed to be back on the football field, and he was in high and low blocks against the opposing forward's shots - although not professional, with good reflexes and excellent anticipation, he also had a proud "janitorial history" in middle school.

A few seconds ago, she was using an aging hand rifle, with an MP40 on her back and a black MP44 in her arms, and the happy troubles came so fast that Lynn had to make a ruthless choice. For the negative man, the choice between the yellow-faced woman and the delicate little lover in the family is clear at a glance, although Lynn is not the kind of person who is unkind, but it is impossible to fight with three guns. Thinking that even the best weapon is just a weapon, he let go of his hands and let the entire row of 7.92mm rifle rounds fall along with the Mauser rifles that had already shot dozens of Soviet officers and soldiers, and then stuffed the magazine in his arms into his pocket, picked up the MP44 and quickly leveled it. Although he was not sure, he still pulled the bolt back with his right hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bullet tumbling and throwing from the bolt, and all his attention was immediately focused on the front, leaving only a roar in his heart:

Maozi, I'm here to clean you up!