A riverbed thirty or forty meters wide and a river half a meter deep, such a natural barrier can still play some role in blocking the Soviet infantry attack, and want to block the hordes of T-34s? Difficult!

The only few anti-tank guns on the German defense line roared hoarsely, and the armor-piercing shells also frequently hit the Soviet tanks, but the small-caliber shells except for seizing the opportunity of the opponent to go down the river to attack from the top of the tank, the rest were like scratching the itch in the boots, and although the large-caliber anti-tank gun could kill one within 500 meters, it was alone, and after killing three T-34s in succession, it attracted the attention of the other party, and the Soviet tanks responsible for fire cover smashed the artillery fire to its location, and after the continuous shelling, Lynn never heard it again......

With the unusually dull roar of the first T-34 diesel, the long, straight barrel and white-painted steel body appeared on the north side of the riverbank, and the fiercest battle finally arrived.

"The fifth group fires!"

Under the high-pitched and loud German shouts, the German anti-tank group was firing at the place where the Soviet tank had landed. Ambushed in a foxhole in front of the trench line, they used shielded "tank killers", sharp individual anti-tank weapons that could have penetrated the T-34's frontal armor at effective range. In order to ensure the destruction, the shooter aimed at the lower front of the exposed hull of the Soviet tank when it came ashore, and the moment the rocket hit the target, many dazzling sparks burst out, but this was only the beginning of the wonderful. In the blink of an eye, a dazzling and dazzling fireball appeared and engulfed the entire front of the T-34, a dull and loud explosion like the effect of lighting a firecracker in a tin can. The fireball gradually dimmed as it rose until there was a trail of rising black smoke, but the open flames on the T-34 did not disappear, its entire body and the position of the load wheels seemed to be burning everywhere, and after a few seconds, the detonation of the ammunition in the vehicle made the 40-ton steel chariot bounce like a toy - although the tracks did not completely leave the ground, there was a clear sense of jumping visually. At this moment, although Lynn was in the foxhole behind the trench, he was estimated to be about two hundred meters away from the Soviet tank, which was much closer than the observation position in the village defense battle earlier. From a purely visual point of view, his eyes are unattainable for ordinary people, but there are many things on the battlefield that are more important than watching the battle scenes, such as perseverance, survival, and victory.

Dealing with Soviet tanks is not something that a rifleman like himself can consider, straightening out the positioning, Lynn picked up the Mauser rifle and "reworked the old business". At this time, the white figure had already arrived at the riverbank, there were tanks in front of the road, the infantry did not need to bother to choose the route down to the riverbed, just follow the track tracks, and the infantry with light and heavy machine guns quickly set up weapons on the riverbank, and their arrival made it possible for the tanks that were originally responsible for fire cover to take part of the attack across the river.

After a cursory but quick observation of the battlefield, Lynn fixed his attention on the two Soviet soldiers who had just stopped to get down and use the Deggalev light machine gun, the rifle crosshair was on the right one, and the offset was estimated according to the judgment of distance and wind speed - pulling the trigger. More than 200 meters from this foxhole to the opposite riverbank, gunshots rang out, and the Soviet soldiers who were squatting down fell to their knees and fell backwards in response. The continuous process of retracting, unloading, resetting, and aiming took only three seconds, while another Soviet soldier was already lying on his stomach, tongues of fire flashing in the muzzle of the light machine gun. If he wanted to ensure a hit rate, Lynn should choose a new target at this time, but the unprecedented self-confidence made him determined to hunt down. With more careful calculations to narrow the offset difference, and distract from distractions and the battlefield environment, Lynn pulled the trigger.

Since the target was lying on the ground, this time Lynn could not judge whether the bullet hit from the opponent's movements, he still knelt on one knee, the butt of the gun was pressed down, the muzzle of the gun was raised, the left hand held the handguard, and the right hand pulled the bolt, and the bullet case with green smoke silently drew an arc in the air, and quietly fell on the dirt at the bottom of the foxhole.

Raising the gun again, he saw the "Deggalev" spraying tongue of fire, and a Soviet soldier who ran up from behind suddenly leaned down to pick up the light machine gun. For this opportunity to reach the muzzle, Lynn would not let it go, and directly shot it, and the guy immediately fell on his back and back.

Three shots resulted in three Soviet infantrymen, and Lynn was no longer satisfied with the peddler-style snickering, and a heroic spirit was surging in his chest, and even the frivolity of "give me a gun and enough bullets, and I can take out the entire Soviet army". However, the experience of life and death along the way made him quickly calm down, reload his bullets, and raise his gun to aim.

The "Deggalev" light machine gun on the other side of the river seemed to have an irresistible magic, and it was clear that three soldiers had already fallen next to it, and at this moment another Soviet soldier was ready to lie down and shoot at it.

Before the guy could succeed, Lynn knocked him down as he bent over.

There is no shortage of daredevils in this world, and Lynn's fifth bullet was given to the next Soviet soldier trying to pick up the "Deggalev". This made him feel that he was not at the end of the war, but in 1941, when Germany had just invaded the Soviet Union, and at that time the Soviet troops were indeed facing the dilemma of lack of firearms and materials.

However, in addition to the first two original machine gunners, the later three Soviet soldiers all held "** Sha" submachine guns, they and "Deg Galev" are quite successful weapons, they are the representative guns of the Soviet Army in World War II, and they can provide abundant firepower on the battlefield, and the biggest difference is that "** Sha" is mainly used in close combat within 200 meters, while "** Sha" can effectively attack opponents from a long distance.

It didn't take much effort to take out five Soviet soldiers, and while loading the rifle's built-in magazine, Lynn finally felt that the slow rate of fire of the manual rifle was a congenital defect that restricted her from playing better. When he picked up the gun again, he found that the five corpses had almost buried the "Degegalev", and it was also possible that the scene of the superimposed corpses made people avoid it, and the Soviet soldiers behind finally did not come up to pick up the guns again. However, with hundreds of Soviet soldiers on the offensive and the open terrain on the opposite riverbank, Lynn easily found new targets and shot them one by one, and when the kill number in this battle soared to 9, the devil archer suddenly felt that shooting more ordinary Soviet soldiers would change the battle situation extremely weakly, so with the last bullet, he began to search for officer-looking Soviets in his field of vision - they should be holding pistols...... Pistol...... Pistol!

Before Lynn could pull the trigger, he suddenly found his target falling backwards.

As if this was an "accident", Lynn continued to search with a gun, and the German anti-tank combat team ambushed in front of the front-line trenches had killed more than a dozen Soviet tanks one after another, and the wreckage of those T-34s was like a turtle crawling out of a dry pond, and it was almost piled up on the north bank of the river, so that the Soviet tanks that were later engaged in the attack could only take their gaps or attack on the flank. In order to suppress these anti-tank fighters of the German army, the Soviet tanks and infantry on the opposite bank concentrated the firepower of light and heavy weapons in front of the German positions and in the trench area, thus giving the German shooters in the rear of the trench and the villa area relatively easy room to play.

Lynn, who was intoxicated with his personal hunting of opponents, had completely neglected to pay attention to the changes in the situation on the battlefield at this time. Desperate to find the ideal home for the last bullet before reloading, he searched back and forth among the Soviet soldiers, and suddenly, another figure with a pistol and daring to "swagger" appeared. Moving the crosshair with the momentum of not waiting for me, but this time he was still half a beat slower.

Is it your own sniper?

This thought suddenly popped up in his head, and Lynn was a little relieved, after all, snipers are professionally trained and equipped with professional aiming equipment, and the efficiency of hunting and killing enemy officers is incomparable. Choosing a nearby target to fire, Lynn shrunk his head and whole body into the foxhole, and sat with his back against the pit wall facing the river, although it was a little awkward to load the bullets, and raised his head just enough to see the top of the villa.

Despite the use of smokeless gunpowder, rifles of this era still had traces of fire, flames from the muzzle, smoke from burning particles and residual heat. Therefore, the best and most helpless way to find a sniper is to wait for him to shoot, and Lynn is looking forward to it, even at the expense of slowing down his movements. Suddenly, he saw the sparks flickering on the roof of the terrace, and as the sun wore off, a faint crescent moon hung in the dark blue sky.