On a spring afternoon, the sunny sun seems to herald the scorching heat of summer. When people are exposed for a long time, they will inevitably be covered with wet and greasy sweat by their warm long-sleeved trousers, and the smoke of war will add to the heat and dryness of the mood. In Stuttgart, the Soviet offensive units dominated by the 11th Mechanized Corps launched a wave of ferocious attacks, although the German insurgents also showed fearless determination in the battle, but the huge gap in strength is an objective fact, the battle by the afternoon, most of the positions on the periphery of the city have been lost, and with the transmission of the retreat signal, even the resistance of the last few strongholds has ended, and the battle has shifted from the offensive and defensive positions to the streets and alleys.

In 1949, the total area of Stuttgart was more than 120 square kilometers, divided into 5 inner and 11 out-of-town districts, which included 97 cities of different sizes and a permanent population of 400,000, making it the most important town in southern Germany after Munich. Abandoning the relatively loosely built out-of-town districts, Lynn and his soldiers fought in the densest central city, which is about 20 square kilometers and consists of mostly multi-story buildings built after World War II, with the exception of a few historic buildings. The city planners of this era could no longer prioritize the defensive function as they did hundreds of years ago, but the compact, sturdy brick and concrete buildings, with its extensive subways and criss-crossing drainage facilities, still played a favorable role in street fighting.

On a street leading to the Stuttgart railway station, Soviet soldiers cautiously followed two T-34s, their guns pointed at the surrounding windows that could shoot bullets at any moment, and a small squad of gunners pushed the machine guns mounted on the light infantry gun mounts, which were particularly effective against snipers hiding behind attics and residential walls. The tank slowed down with a low roar, the tracks carrying heavy bodies easily crushed the debris on the ground, the adventurous infantry bent behind the turret to operate the external anti-aircraft machine gun, and the commander poked out half of his head from the turret hatch, each like a spring under pressure, ready to react at the moment when the external force changed.

"Attention ......"

The hurried voice has not yet conveyed the meaning clearly. A rocket flying out of the basement window had already hit the leading tank, the violent explosion made the entire steel chariot of more than 30 tons tremble, the violent tremor of the ground also made the broken stones jump in place, and the smoke wrapped in flames instantly swallowed the front of the tank's hull, the front of the turret and the root of the barrel, only the very experienced soldiers could estimate the damage to the tank before the smoke cleared - before that, the machine guns and submachine guns in the hands of the accompanying infantry also roared wildly, The bullets converged into the basement window where the rockets were fired, stirring up debris all around. Just a moment. The muzzle of another tank was adjusted in place, and with a crisp cannon sound, a black hole was instantly blown out of the basement window, and the bullets that had been paused for a moment became dense again. Flooding into the basement along the breach, who cares if the blocker uses this short second of effort to successfully transfer!

Taking advantage of the Soviet tanks and infantry on the street to tilt the flames of anger to the basement opposite, on the second floor of a civilian house less than 100 meters to the northeast, a ruthless gunman fired continuously from behind the window with an MP44 assault rifle. Firing more than a dozen rounds, the gunman turned around and slid swiftly through the room, using the stairs as a slide. By the time Soviet guns and machine guns began to wreak havoc on the room he had just been in, the Si people had already run into the back alley, rushing to the next sniper point.

Syllable!

The deafening gunshot rang out, and Lynn withstood the rough onslaught of the Mauser 98K on his shoulder, this 7.92mm rifle certainly has the characteristics of long range, straight trajectory, and high power, but it is not ideal as a sniper weapon, and it can not be resupplied in guerrilla warfare deep into enemy-occupied areas. It's important to use local materials. At this time in Germany, the standard weapons and ammunition left behind by the Third Imperial ** were still the most readily available munitions, and most of the soldiers under Lynn's command who received "sniper training" in the Black Forest were armed with Mauser 98K, and the rest used Mosin-Nagan and SKS sniper rifles. …,

"Hit!"

Marcos using a simple periscope to observe from another window. Second Lieutenant Tanzer whispered the results of the battle, and Lynn fired and quickly dodged out of the window to avoid being tracked down by Soviet snipers or heavily armed guys from a distance.

"500 meters, huh?" Lynn quickly reloaded, then leaned the six-fold rifle against the corner. I took a crumpled cigarette out of my pocket, put it under my nose and rubbed it back and forth twice, then put it back in my pocket.

Tanze looked at the periscope again: "500 meters is still a little close." ”

Lynn nodded, which meant that the enemy vanguard was a little closer to the store on the street near the subway junction where his headquarters was located.

"There are wounded people coming, pay attention to cover!" The loud voice from downstairs belonged to another of Lynn's old acquaintances, Lieutenant Dietmir, who belonged to the Imperial Guard Night Battalion. In terms of equipment and specialties, he and his night fighters are clearly better suited for special operations at night. However, on the battlefield of Stuttgart, where there was a huge disparity between us and foe, everyone, including Lynn, was directly involved in the battle, and only in this way did it not become impossible to achieve the established combat expectations.

Hearing Dietmir's reminder, Lynn grabbed his sniper rifle, and Tanze quickly moved his periscope to observe the situation in the near distance.

"A small squad of soldiers transporting the wounded is crossing the intersection on the left, and hopefully the enemy won't notice it!" Tanze whispered, the artillery fire and explosions that sounded in the city obscured his voice from time to time, and Lynn could hear and half-guess the message from his companion.

The insurgents in Stuttgart claimed to be 100,000 to the outside world, but in fact there were only more than 50,000 elderly and women who were not able to fight, and a considerable number of them had helped the innocent residents to evacuate outside the city before the Soviet army surrounded Stuttgart, and only 30,000 remained within the defensive line at the beginning of the fighting. Among these 30,000 people, there are only more than 3,000 regular and near-regular combatants, and 7,000 at the militia guerrilla level, and it is more than 10,000 people who are really used to resist the Soviet attack. By the time they abandoned their positions in the city, the rebel forces had lost more than 4,000 dead and wounded. No matter how you calculate it, the Stuttgart insurgents have already lost more than half of their losses, and they will not be able to get reinforcements from outside the city anytime soon, so if they want to survive this crucial day, the wounded who have been treated are also part of the mobilization force.

A clever sniper doesn't show up easily, and Lynn uses Tanze's observation to get outside information, and while he is waiting for his companion's next sentence, he suddenly hears a "poof". Tanzawa, who was a few meters away, shrank to the side, muttering some swear words cursing at the enemy, and the window where he was raised a light cloud of dust.

"The wolf has finally appeared!"

Lynn gestured and gave a calm smile to his companions, who in the Black Forest, the elite of the empire liked to compare themselves to hunters, and called Soviet snipers "wolves". Hunters are rightful to kill wolves, but they must be careful of their fangs and cunning.

"I didn't observe the specific location of the wolf, and I felt that the bullet was coming from the southeast." Tanze also replied with gestures, which seemed clearer than words in the well-lit situation.

"Watch carefully." Lynn made a very common gesture.

Tanze nodded, and cautiously moved to the third window facing south in the room, poking the opening of the homemade improvised periscope out of the window.

The sound of gunfire mingled with the chaotic fighting in the city, except for the faint "pop" sound, which was heard as bullets entered through the windows and raised fine wood chips on the floor. Looking at the periscope in Tanze's hand again, the part that protruded from the corner of the window had already collapsed.

Seeing the embarrassed expression on Tanze's face, Lynn knew that the opposite side was also a powerful character, and at the same time, he also deduced the location of the enemy shooter from the periscope and the point where the bullet landed. Before entering the Black Forest, he didn't dare to expect much from his marksmanship, but the experience of a forest hunter had given him back his touch and confidence, and the next gesture to Tanze meant that they would use the familiar and tacit "fishing" tactics. …,

Holding the steel helmet he had taken off his head in one hand and the damaged periscope in the other, Tanze first quickly shook the top of the steel helmet over the edge of one window, then quickly turned around to another window and poked out the periscope from the corner of the window. When Tanze made his second move, Lynn jumped up with his gun in his hand - he didn't show his face directly at the window, but raised his gun two meters behind the window to let the natural light cover him. If the opponent can see through their tactics and accurately guess Lynn's position, then the hunter will have no choice but to accept the end of falling into the wolf's mouth.

Smokeless gunpowder doesn't mean completely "smokeless," and in the magnified sniper scope, Lynn caught the very small amount of gunsmoke that accompanies the bullet as it fires. When the opportunity was fleeting, he moved the muzzle of the gun as fast as he could, estimated the distance to the target, calculated the ballistic offset, and then skipped the novice requirement of adjusting the firing condition, and pulled the trigger with a heartfelt heart.

The sound of gunfire still lingered in my ears, and a thin blink of red appeared outside the corner of the window in the scope.

Before he had time to savor the joy of the sublimation of his personal combat skills, the wails from the streets mercilessly reminded Lynn that there was no optimism in this battle under his command!

Lieutenant Dietmir shouted below as the soldiers covered the wounded and transported the wounded, and the oppressive, tense, and orderly rhythm was the biggest factor Lynn could focus on there. There is no invincible commander in the world, and even if they can consider everything in the battle plan, they will not be able to accurately predict everything, let alone interfere in every detail in the course of the battle. It is up to the officers and soldiers who carry out the plan to turn a successful plan into a successful one.