Finally running out of the last bullet, Lynn breathed a short sigh of relief, how many people died before they had time to run out of ammunition in this cruel battlefield of blood and fire, let alone bask in the glory of victory.

The battlefield was still filled with fierce gunfire, and Lynn did not even have time to pretend to be a literary youth to feel nostalgic for the current situation, and he dragged "Mosin-Nagant" out of the hands of dead Soviet soldiers. In my impression, the surname of this Soviet-made rifle is almost the same as that of the German Mauser 98K, which is also a traditional manual rifle, and it is also equipped with a magazine that can accommodate 5 rounds, and there is no obvious difference in range, power and accuracy. In the later stages of the war, although the degree of automation of Soviet infantry weapons had been greatly improved, Lynn had seen with his own eyes in the past few days that many Soviet soldiers were still using this kind of stable and reliable firearms.

For weapons and firearms, it may be better to hold the picture in your hand for a day than to look at the picture 10,000 times, and Lynn has been deeply touched by this. As soon as the Soviet-made rifle was put into its hands, it was immediately noticed that it was a cut longer than the Mauser 98k, and with the bayonet, it was almost the height of a normal adult. The bolt was opened, and the chamber was already loaded with bullets - it had almost killed itself. Reloaded, the bolt swings down to the right and fits snugly against the body of the gun like the Mauser 98K, but the lower part of the magazine of the "Mosin-Nagant" is connected to the trigger guard, which should be the biggest feature that distinguishes it from the Mauser 98 series in appearance.

Although the overall weight of the Soviet-made rifle has barely increased, a heavier downward pressure sensation is noticeable in the left hand. This time, before it was Lynn's turn to lock on to the target and fire, a string of bullets came almost silently from the right front, and he didn't have time to dodge, but he didn't deserve to die-the last bullet that swept from the ground and burrowed into the body of the fallen Soviet soldier with a "poof". The bullet seemed to have touched the bones after penetrating the skin and musculature of the human body, so that Lynn could clearly hear the "rattling" sound of the bones breaking, and immediately shuddered.

Fortunately, this voice did not come from himself after all, and the emotion of fear instantly turned into annoyance, and with the observation of the situation out of the corner of his eye, Lynn quickly moved half a step sideways to the left, and the muzzle of the gun turned to the right. As night fell, vision on the battlefield was blurred, and neither of the warring sides had fired flares at this time. Fortunately, the bright starlight shone on the earth, and the artillery fire that flashed from time to time also provided a certain amount of light. Lynn saw a Soviet soldier crouching on one knee not far away, and he seemed quite confident in the shot he had just finished, but he just craned his neck to look this way, but did not use the submachine gun in his hand to make up for it.

Look for death!

Lynn roared resentfully and contemptuously, and unsure of the position of the rifle's ruler, he lowered the muzzle slightly, and the crosshair aimed at the middle of the Soviet submachine gunner's body and pulled the trigger.

Syllable!

The recoil generated by the crisp sound of gunfire was noticeably smaller than that of the Mauser 98k, and the bullet hit the careless Mao soldier with precision. At the moment of being shot, he seemed to be pushed by the invisible man in front of him, and his left hand subconsciously had a backward support action, but his hips and back touched the ground one after another, and his left hand did not play any actual role in cushioning and protecting in the process.

Determining that the target had been shot, Lynn continued to cheer herself up. When he pulled the bolt of the gun, he took a look inside, and hey, the magazine was empty, and it was the last bullet just now. He hurriedly groped around the waist of the dead Soviet soldier, and soon found the bullets held in place with a bridge clip in the leather bullet bag, also five rounds in a row. The clamp also has a cold steel feel, but the clamp body is significantly wider than the German one, smooth and unperforated. Lynn reloads the Mauser rifle in the same way, but there is no way to press all the bullets into the magazine, and is wondering, suddenly remembering that he has read a post comparing the Mauser 98K with the Mosin-Nagant rifle, and a follower said that the actual capacity of the Mosin-Nagant is only 4 rounds, and every time the 5-round bridge clip is loaded, the top one must be pushed into the chamber, this sentence did not attract the attention of the onlookers at the time, and Lynn, as the moderator, only glanced at it. Fortunately, his surname is not bad, the scene blends, and he actually recalls it.

Tried to push the bolt directly, and sure enough, it was reset smoothly, which should mean that the first bullet on the magazine had entered the chamber. The battlefield is no better than the shooting range, and there is still a chance to test the gun, Lynn cautiously aimed at a guy a little farther away, thinking that even if it was a mistake, the sound of the bolt would not cause the other party's fierce retaliation.

The finger pulls the trigger and the gun goes off.

Lynn was relieved to see her target fall in astonishment, but there was an indescribable feeling of depression in her heart: when many people around her, whether they were friends or foes, were using automatic or semi-automatic burst weapons, and she was still pulling the bolt of the gun again and again. It's like working in the same company, working a bicycle while others can drive comfortably. When the wind is beautiful, it is also considered to exercise and enjoy the mood, but the cold wind and heat, rain and snow are exposed, and the imbalance in the heart will explode even more.

Everyone who lives in the world has similar emotions to a greater or lesser extent, some of which can be alleviated and released through personal efforts, and some of which are insolvable predicaments.

When he pulled the bolt again, Lynn began to brew a new gun for himself, and the "** sand" or mp40 he once had was free, and he looked forward to being able to use the sharpest and most bullish MP44 assault rifle in this era in one step. It combines the range of a rifle with the burst fire of a submachine gun, making it an impeccable individual weapon for street fighting, positional warfare, and field combat. It's just that this epoch-making weapon appeared too late, and Germany's industrial capacity has fallen into a difficult situation under the continuous bombardment of the Allies, and even if it tries its best to organize production, it will not be able to popularize this sharp individual weapon to every combat team on the front line. So far, Lynn has seen no more than ten MP44s on the battlefield, and most of the time they have only been eyed from afar, and they have not had a chance to look at them at all.

Calculation comes down to calculation, and even the best dream can be lived as the foundation. Before continuing to search for and hunt for her target, Lynn took a general look at the battlefield. It had been almost half an hour since the first T-34 hit the north bank, and the Soviet tank and infantry offensive was still vigorous, and the German position looked like a lonely boat in the storm, looking like it could be swallowed up by the waves at any moment, and after the waves had dispersed, it still stubbornly floated on the water.

As far as the eye can see, the abrupt and conspicuous villa-style building has become the focus of fierce contention between the two sides. The two-and-a-half-story building was like a magnet for Soviet tanks that broke into German positions, self-propelled guns and howitzers that provided fire support on the other side of the river, and rifles, machine guns and heavy machine guns in the hands of Soviet infantry. Thanks to the Germans, who were skilled in mechanical and civil engineering, the house was built strong enough that it stood tall even when some shells penetrated into the building and exploded. Bullets fired from doors, windows, and holes, though sometimes faint, did not stop for even five seconds. As time passed, its role as a supporter of the entire line became apparent, and many of the German soldiers who were forced to retreat regrouped around it and organized their defenses, while several Soviet tanks that ran over the defenders' main trenches were destroyed or collapsed in front of the building, and the rest of the tanks had to try to open a breach from both flanks.

The appearance of the German reserve force comforted the souls of the defenders' fallen - they gave their precious lives for a fierce, hard but victorious battle, which may have been an inconspicuous part of the entire German defensive line, and the strategic significance may have been minimal, but the German fighting spirit was vividly reflected here.

With the nearby positions under attack by the Soviets, the German defenders were able to put in very little reserves, but with the arrival of their own tanks and supporting infantry, the German soldiers who were pinned down around the villa still burst into anger, and the ferocious counterattack far exceeded the strength of the hundreds themselves. On the right flank of the defender's position, six German tanks and assault guns destroyed three T-34s, one BT-7 and one Su76 in a sudden and rapid battle, and forced the remnants of Soviet armored vehicles and infantry to withdraw to the riverbank. On the left flank, two German tanks joined forces to kill four Soviet tanks, a striking contrast to the strategic posture on the Eastern Front.

Of course, the German armored vehicles that appeared in this unknown position were not ordinary. "Black Panther", "Stalker" and even a "Cheetah", although this uncommon combination is a temporary combination, but the excellent surname can be combined with the survival of the fittest on the battlefield, and the battle of the fittest has given full play to its combat effectiveness in the night battle that is not affected by Soviet fighters. However, as soon as the Soviet tanks took the initiative to withdraw from the riverbank, the German tank assault guns stopped fighting, hastily withdrew their positions and drove along the forest path towards the town. It's like a ragtag band running through various night clubs, or a fire brigade on a dry night, busy all night......