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Seventy hours of battlefield life, seventy hours of torment and struggle, Lynn learned to endure, learned to survive, learned to shoot, learned to walk with super endurance, but this close-range battle still felt strange and terrifying to him.

This time, Lynn, who was fighting alone in the foxhole and trying to get rid of his rookie identity, was still in chaos in his head, although he narrowly avoided the close range of Soviet soldiers with a commendable conditioned reflex. Only the vague subconscious mind told himself that it would be a dead end to continue to retreat in this foxhole - either swept into a sieve by the enemy's submachine guns, or pierced into a hornet's nest by bayonets. Surrender? The Soviet prisoners of war after the ambush in the woods are a realistic example.

Fight!

The strong survival ** makes Lynn like a spring pressed to the lowest point, and instantly bursts out of the potential of the whole body. He holds the shell gun flat in his right hand, and quickly pans the muzzle of the gun in small increments with each pull of the trigger, which is how the heroes in the movie take out a dozen bad guys with the power of one person. However, even if the marksmanship exists, it must be based on years of hard practice, if it is only based on imagination, the ** of ten will fall into the same disappointment as Lynn: three shots and three hits at close range, but only one enemy is directly kicked out of the battle. Although the other two Soviet infantrymen were shot, the wounds to their hands and shoulders did not deprive them of their combat effectiveness, but instead caused them to become angry. Even if none of them were particularly exaggerated burly physiques, it would have been easy to "condescendingly" strangle Lynn in a foxhole.

At the moment of life and death, Lynn thought of neither family nor gods and Buddhas, and at the moment when he felt that he was about to be slaughtered by the enemy, how he wished to see the vigorous posture of the "butcher" and the sudden sound of the submachine gun. However, at this moment, the SS sergeant and many of his companions are fighting bloodily, and it is still unknown whether they are alive or dead, who can spare their hands to help this poor little brother?

If he was holding a barge gun that could fire twenty rounds in a row, it would be easy to kill the two Mao soldiers in front of him, but the battle in front of him was obviously not something that could be changed by the mutation of one or two light weapons. Even if two, four, or even six were killed, the Soviet soldiers would still rush forward one after another. Lynn has already seen such a scene.

Out of instinctive memory, he violently threw out the depleted shell gun, but it wasn't a dart after all. From a distance of a few meters, although he threw it and hit a Soviet soldier in the chest, it did not seem to cause any real damage to him, except for a little pain. As a result, Lynn was still facing two Soviet soldiers, and what was even worse was that the one on the left suddenly slowed down, and the submachine gun in his hand was slightly pressed.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun that was about to shoot out tongues of fire, Lynn knew that she would not be able to dodge the bullets this time, no matter how fast she reacted, and the tragic scene of those companions being pierced through the chest by a series of bullets made him feel deep despair. It's like waiting in line as a child for vaccination, and you start to anticipate the pain of a bullet entering your body, so that you don't panic too much when that moment actually comes......

Porphyry!

With this extremely peculiar sound, Lynn, who did not dare to close his eyes, witnessed the Soviet submachine gunners tremble as if they had been electrified. His face was slightly raised, his upper body stiffened, and his limbs seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, and his whole body fell backwards in a terrifying twisted position. Before he fell to the ground, the submachine gun in his right hand suddenly roared, and the muzzle of the gun jumped bright yellow flames, and the series of bullets only swept a burst of mud on the ground next to him.

Having escaped by chance, Lynn has not had time to savor the bliss of living in death before she has to face the deadly threat again. Seeing that another Soviet infantry had rushed in front of him, the rookie in close combat was heartbroken, grabbed the rifle that had been loaded with a bayonet, and prepared to fight with the opponent's character. However, the opponent's next action made him dumbfounded: he obviously rushed to the front, but instead of jumping into the foxhole to have a duel between men, he braked suddenly, pulled the bolt, and raised the gun to aim. The distance was so close that the tip of the bayonet was almost as close as Lynn could reach......

All right! Lynn was completely desperate, and actually ran into a Russian hairy man who took an unusual path. Don't you advocate white-knuckle combat as much as the little devils? Why are you more obscene than the Italians? Can't you play bayonet fighting? Well, you still need to aim at such a close distance, come on, aim at grandpa's heart!

A bunch of scattered thoughts instantly filled Lynn's head, and just when he was already mentally prepared for the second time, a crisp and not crispy, muffled sound came into his ears. Maybe half a second later, this Russian fool should have been shot.

A bullet struck and pierced the Soviet-made helmet from above the diagonal rico, and the unfortunate man probably didn't know what was going on until he died.

Looking at the angle of the bullet, Lynn already had the answer in his heart, the reward of a cigarette was so rich, and a faint warmth surged in his heart again. Flashing the bayonet unconsciously inserted by the fallen enemy, Lynn quickly crouched, but not to play dead. He held the rifle with the bayonet at an angle, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and with his right leg on one knee, he used the corpse of the Soviet soldier lying in front of the foxhole as a makeshift firing bunker - both to block the bullet and to cover it a little. What, psychological shadows? In this battlefield full of blood and killing, entanglement is a fart, and saving your life is the main topic!

The situation on the position was still very chaotic, and most of what could be seen was Soviet soldiers and horses. Lynn glanced away, who is the next unlucky bastard?

Hum! The Maozi soldier who strode towards the direction of the villa was really big, holding a bayonet, probably a good hand in hand-to-hand combat, let me eliminate the harm for the brothers in advance!

With this in mind, Lynn shifted the muzzle of the gun two positions in front of her target and pulled the trigger without pause. Although his experience in shooting laterally moving "targets" is not as much as that of the longitudinal one, the principle of estimating the amount of displacement is the same, and the guy is not smart enough to constantly change direction and speed, and this shot that used to be vertical immediately became horizontal.

Pretty!

Lynn couldn't help but shout, and she was already cheering herself up with the loudest voice in her heart. Which one should come next? He crouched down slightly and pulled the bolt of his gun as he scanned the battlefield with the eyes that remained on the edge of the foxhole. Yo, here's an officer with a pistol. Hey, I actually shot at the trench not far away, I was shooting at Lao Tzu's brother! Ya is looking for death!

Lynn picked up her gun and pressed the butt of her gun against the back of the dead Soviet soldier. At this time, the Soviet officer not far away just lowered his head to reload the pistol, and his pace slowed down. With such an unavoidable opportunity, Lynn was afraid that his own sniper would take the lead again, and hurriedly pulled the trigger. The shot hit the target in the head, and the guy didn't even have time to shout, and his whole body stiffened and fell in the opposite direction.

It's so beautiful!

Lynn continued to roar strongly in his heart, reloading again, he aimed at a Soviet soldier who was strafing with "** sand", this time still the gun was ringing down. The nerve reflexes of the body made the dead man still hold on to the trigger, and the indiscriminate submachine gun actually brought down the two hapless Mao Zi soldiers, and Lynn almost looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Even though the situation on the battlefield was very chaotic, the Soviet officers and men did not turn a blind eye to Lynn's "point of fire", and his successive shots quickly attracted new opponents. However, with the previous experience of kissing the Grim Reaper, Lynn did not panic, but chose the best way to defend with more calmness than he imagined - either directly raise the gun and shoot it, or sit down at the bottom of the foxhole, the muzzle of the gun leaned against the edge of the foxhole, take advantage of the gap between the enemy to come forward to reload, and immediately fire the enemy's head when he sees it. Although this kind of acting is so bad that it makes the famous directors vomit blood, it is surprisingly effective on this battlefield, and accurate bullets come from time to time in the direction of the villa to "rescue". In this way, a lone infantryman, holding a lone rifle, hiding in a lone foxhole, seemed to be able to disappear silently in the tide of the opponent's attack at any time, but survived with unexpected tenacity and luck, and as the German soldiers in the forward trenches were either killed or forced to retreat, unconsciously, the foxhole where Lynn was located changed from the rear of the main front line to the forefront of the entire defense line, which was like letting the midfielder with long-range shooting ability to break through the forward, which seemed to be a violent thing, But there is no way out.