Some military fans often named the German 88mm gun with the prestige of "Roaring Heavenly Honor", but this is just to express their love for this multi-purpose weapon, and the 88mm gun did not have such a gorgeous and dazzling gimmick among German officers and soldiers at that time. The soldiers sometimes referred to it as a "tank opener" or "armored can opener", while others called it "Frederick's Guard" because of its size. In the middle and late stages of the war, Krupp and other arms companies began to produce 88 mm special anti-tank guns using conventional gun mounts, which not only retained the superior armor-piercing ability of this artillery, but also reduced the height of the cannon and increased the battlefield concealment, but at this time, Germany's military production was far from meeting the needs of the battlefield. Therefore, those 88-mm anti-aircraft guns with tall artillery mounts were still active on the battlefields of the Eastern and Western Fronts, making up for the firepower shortcomings caused by the serious shortage of German tanks and assault guns.

Within sight, Lynn pointed out four traditional-looking 88mm guns. Despite careful camouflage with fresh foliage and concealment nets, the muzzle flames and the white smoke that came with them clearly revealed their position, but the smoke that permeated the battlefield greatly interfered with the view of the Soviet tankers, and for the German anti-tank gunners, the relative advantage of being able to fire a shot at the silhouette of the tank was evident when they could see the silhouette of the tank in the smoke gap.

Following the rhythm of the anti-tank guns, the German tanks also opened fire after moving forward for hundreds of meters. Because of the previous experience of escaping death, Lynn had extra high hopes for the two tall Tiger tanks, and there are many successful cases of German tanks fighting more and winning big victories with less, and the "legendary killer" Wittmann had an amazing record of killing 20 T-34s, 23 infantry guns and anti-tank guns of the Soviet Army in one day on the Eastern Front, and he used this Tiger tank at that time.

As in the previous battles, the two Tiger tanks did not fire in a hurry, they often took four or five seconds or more to aim and adjust after they stopped, and the shells seemed to be caught every time they burrowed into the smoke-filled battlefield - the sound of the shells hitting the ground and the explosion of the armored target was different, and the more you listened to them, the more you could tell them.

As the battle progressed, the only smoke launcher at the rear of the village fired three more rounds in succession, probably because the smoke rockets ran out, or they were worried that the smoke was too thick to affect the performance of their tanks and anti-tank guns, the soldiers stopped firing and quickly dragged it back to the bunker, and the German infantry anti-tank team that jumped forward had bravely entered the area with the thickest smoke, Lynn could only see the flickering fire from the smoke, and guessed their battle with the sound, and the consciousness of seeking battle quietly sprouted in the bottom of his heart.

"Notell!"

The muffled voice of the "butcher" suddenly came from the side, and Lynn followed his gaze and immediately saw the figure of the Soviet soldier in the burned woodland in front of him. In order to avoid a strong visual clash between white and black, they stripped off their white coats to keep out the cold and hide themselves in the snow, and the brown 1940 steel helmet and traditional Soviet-made military uniform were shown in most of the pictures and movies. From a distance, they did not carry heavy machine guns or mortars other than their guns, and there were no roads on the steeper slopes, so they could only move forward while looking for a place to stomp, often slipping and falling, but quickly getting up and continuing on.

The Germans defending the village did not deploy anti-tank guns because the terrain on this side was not suitable for tank vehicles, the attacking infantry could not deploy, and there were natural ravines and ribbons of open ground between the woods that separated them. In addition to Lynn and the others, there were some infantry who had dug twenty or thirty meters of trenches in the flank and rear positions, but most of them had strengthened to the frontal position before the bombardment began.

Estimating that the Soviet soldiers who were trying to touch the flanks of their positions were about to enter the maximum range of their rifles, Lynn picked up the Mauser rifle and took a rare look at the gauge on the gun, 500 meters. Pushing the bolt of the gun, he began to aim at the moving earthy brown shadows.

After waiting for about two minutes, I felt that the Soviet soldiers at the head of the platoon had reached within 500 meters, but the "butcher" still did not say anything. Lynn glanced at him, and saw that the "butcher" was staring in that direction, so she didn't guess too much, and silently adjusted the range of the gauge to 400 meters—and after a while, to 300 meters.

At a distance of 300 meters, half the size of an adult's finger in his line of sight, calculating the influence of gravity and wind direction, Lynn deliberately deflected the crosshair slightly to the upper left of the target. This suddenly reminded him of the "crazy tank" that was all the rage back then, and the familiar maps such as the single-plank bridge, the ice peak valley, the steel factory, and the temple of the Holy Temple. In order to take out the opponent, it is necessary to comprehensively consider the wind direction, wind speed, distance, obstacles and ballistic trajectory, and some people even use a ruler to compare on the computer screen. Lynn, who has won the high-level medal, is also a calf, as long as the luck of the appearance is not too bad, he can always have an excellent performance, but he is not less questioned and scolded by opponents for this.

"Gwill!"

"Butcher" suddenly shouted, Lynn didn't have time to wonder, his companion's gunfire made him instantly comprehend. Grip the handguard with your left hand, press your shoulder against the butt, and use your right hand with natural force, snap! The subject's body shuddered and fell backwards.

It was the first time Lynn was sure that her bullet had hit the target, and she couldn't help but rejoice. Although the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side immediately fired back, but at a distance of more than 300 meters, the "** sand" in their hands just shot blindly, and the bullets puffed down a few leaves, which was no threat to Lynn.

Pulling the bolt, retracting the shell, and resetting, Lynn's movements were coherent and smooth, and the click sound of the bolt in place was also extremely pleasant to him. He took aim and shot again, only to see the target pointed by the crosshair shake and roll down the side hillside.

Pretty!

Lynn shouted in his heart, he and the Soviet soldiers at this time no longer have a relationship of hatred or hatred, but each fight for survival. With one less enemy, the hope of living can increase by one point correspondingly, and at the same time, the ** in my heart that is eager to prove myself is also quietly sprouting.

Click...... Click...... Syllable!

Click...... Click...... Syllable!

Click...... Click...... Syllable!

Lynn hit more and more smoothly, and three consecutive shots in half a minute were unexpectedly unmissable. Although it may not be a lethal shot, at such a distance, five shots are missed, and no auxiliary aiming equipment is used, and the shooting technique is no longer at the "average" level.

In the military training of the university, he fired five shots in a row with a semi-automatic rifle at a distance of 200 meters, and Lynn hit the target with four shots and hit the bullseye with one shot, and the target paper was still retained until graduation, and the bullet hole in the position of the ten rings has always been the pride of his heart. The same boys, many people only have one or two shots on the target in five shots, and some people only receive a clean target paper, I am afraid there are still some differences in terms of talent.

At this time, only two Mauser rifles were fired, and only seven or eight of the dozens of Soviet soldiers fell, but their steps were still visibly panicked due to the interference of the gunfire. Unable to reach the speed, several of them fell, and the overall forward speed did not increase.

Hearing the sound of gunfire, five German soldiers deployed under the hill came up and brought one MG-34. As soon as the machine gun rang out, although there were no gold taels, several Soviet soldiers on the opposite side suddenly fell, and while the other party was in trouble with advancing and retreating, Lynn, who refilled the magazine with five bullets, fired very calmly and continuously. At a distance of slightly less than three hundred meters, the bullet of the Mauser rifle is like an eye, one shot here and one on the other. In a relatively relaxed state of mind, Lynn even had the opportunity to identify the parts of the bullets: a shot in the chest, a shot in the abdomen, a shot in the back, and a wonderful headshot!

With five rounds gone, Lynn had at least three more souls in his hand, and under the deterrence of German machine guns, the Soviet soldiers who tried to sneak up finally retreated in panic. By the time Lynn reloaded the bullets, they had basically turned around and ran out of the 100 meters, although there was still a certain chance of hitting the shot at this time, but for the purpose of saving ammunition, and also holding the mentality of taking it when it was good, Lynn did not fire again.

The machine gun stopped, and Lynn let out a long exhale, and when she turned her head to look at the "butcher", she found that he was looking at herself, and then gave a thumbs up on her right hand.

Lynn smiled, feeling that this smile was mostly shy.

The skirmish of infantry here lasted less than ten minutes, and the rumbling of artillery on the frontal battlefield quickly drew Lynn's attention back. The white smoke gradually dispersed, so that a large area including the village was enveloped in it, and the smoke concentration decreased considerably, and the outline of the tank was faintly discernible from a distance. At first, Lynn saw the stationary Soviet chariots as being destroyed by the defenders, who accounted for half of the attacker's total strength, but the battle was far from rosy. The body was stationary, and within a few seconds the cannon flame flashed and opened fire on the German target. Once the two German Tiger tanks were in motion, the concealment effect of the light-colored paint was greatly reduced, and there were many craters around them, and the frequent shells forced them to start and stop constantly, but no matter how the vehicles moved, the thick barrels were always pointed at the center of the battlefield, and they fired very frequently.

The anti-tank guns in the German positions and flanks and rear were busy, and sometimes the artillery fire accurately hit the Soviet tanks, and after an explosion they stopped, but after only a few moments, these ugly big guys moved again and returned fire with ferocious and accurate artillery fire. Lynn looked behind him and heard a cannonball whizzing nearby, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of suspension in his heart, and the blazing explosion and huge roar finally came from the hill behind the side. The ears were still ringing, and when the smoke cleared, the position of the 75mm anti-tank gun was in shambles: the cannon was overturned, one gunner was thrown more than ten meters away, the two bodies left in place were also mutilated, and two other gunners were missing.