"Marcos, come, give me the gun!"

Lying on his stomach in the damp and muddy field, Lynn put his assault rifle aside and asked for a Mauser rifle with a sniper scope from Private Tanze, and scanned the sector in front twice.

They were still about two kilometers from the Soviet positions in front of them, and the fortifications looked like they had been improvised with the arrival of the attacking troops. There are no barbed wire, no anti-tank trenches, and presumably not even minefields with defensive surnames. What really stopped Lynn from infiltrating the position were the searchlights that kept going on all night, separated by about a kilometer from each other, and deployed along the long winding position, which looked like a row of streetlights that could not be seen from afar. Bright pillars of light pierced the darkness of the night and swept in front of the positions along an irregular trajectory, beware of German combat units intent on attacking or passing through their own positions!

It was time to get into the range of the Soviet heavy machine guns, and Lynn thought to herself, if she was discovered by the other side on the way to the Soviet position, even if she could find a crater or depression to hide from the bullets, the Soviets would have no less than a hundred ways to eliminate their five people. From the direction of the Soviet position, it may not be possible to bypass the position on foot all night. In this way, it seems that the only way in front of him is "retreat".

It doesn't matter if he will be ridiculed by his peers because he returns empty-handed, not easily admitting defeat is a surname that Lynn has cultivated since childhood, and the transformation from a rookie soldier to a night battle elite in a short period of time is an obvious proof. Since you want to make another meritorious battle, if you want to sharpen your soldiers well, and by the way to reduce the defensive pressure on your own troops, you must find ways to cross the Soviet defense line in front of you.

Raising his hand and looking at his watch, it was only 9 o'clock in the evening, and there was still a lot of time to play on his own, Lynn bit his lip, and then said in a non-negotiable tone: "You all listen to me, I will find a way to get rid of the Russian searchlight, you follow me, don't get too close, don't fall behind, try not to make a sound, do as I do, understand?" ”

Some replied "yes", others answered "um", and some responded with silence.

Lynn is helpless, and sometimes, he feels that he is not a commander at all, but an out-and-out battlefield scavenger, a nurse-like war nanny.

After a little thought, Lynn removed the battery box and MP44 with infrared equipment, handed it to Private Tanze to carry, brought a Mauser rifle with a 4x scope and a barge double gun that he carried with him, rolled up his cuffs, lowered the front edge of the steel helmet, and turned into a "battlefield black cat" without hesitation, bowing his waist and running forward quickly.

The first 500 meters were the less "frequented" area of the Soviet searchlight columns, and Lynn watched as he ran, leading the soldiers towards the area between the two searchlights. When he got close to the defensive line, he began to use the craters and naturally formed depressions as the fulcrum of the jump forward, and before leaving a fulcrum, he must observe the next foothold and the direction of the Soviet searchlight, find a relatively safe time, lower his body as much as possible, and complete the "jump" distance of thirty or forty meters or even less with the speed of a sprint. This went back and forth dozens of times, and stopped at a large, deep crater less than 300 meters away from the Soviet defense line.

Compared to the muddy ground outside, the inside of this crater is relatively dry, and the fine sand grains have a slippery feel when you grasp them. Judging by the direction of the Soviet offensive and the position of the German positions, it should be a masterpiece of German heavy artillery. A few days earlier, Lynn had seen a train cannon pull into Fort Oranien, and then hide in the city in a block of gray-white camouflage nets. The train cannon itself, as well as the previously unseen city-type camouflage net, made Lynn deeply aware of the German ingenuity, and there was nothing wrong with pursuing perfection, but the complexity of the process led to high costs and maintenance difficulties, making it difficult for these exquisite equipment to adapt to the needs of large-scale warfare.

Lying at the bottom of the crater, gasping for breath, I suddenly felt that it was just a good graveyard, and if I buried myself, I would save all kinds of suffering, troubles and entanglements behind, and it would be a hundred!

However, whenever there is a thought of giving up in the bottom of her heart, Lynn will involuntarily appear in front of her eyes, thinking about the happiness of family happiness, thinking about the joy of fish and water, and suddenly feeling that life is still very worthy of nostalgia. After a period of recuperation, Lynn moved up with her back against the crater, and when she was close to the edge of the crater, she took out the lens from her pocket and carefully stretched it out - the Soviet position in front was still pitch black, and only the searchlights on both sides were still moving back and forth.

While Lynn was intently observing the front, the guys who followed behind slipped into the crater without saying hello, one after the other, like dumplings. Lynn hurriedly put away the lenses and looked at it, okay, all four people have come down, and this big crater has enough space to accommodate five people, but isn't life and death tied to a rope!

Lynn couldn't laugh or cry, but she couldn't reprimand. Of course, tacit understanding is important on the battlefield, but it can't be formed overnight, and it depends on personal comprehension.

Just like the player in the game who is responsible for attracting the old monsters, Lynn must not only scratch the wind in his position, but also attack quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly. Putting aside distractions, he quickly simulated and calculated in his mind the location, distance, and possible scenarios of each target. After doing this, adjust the Mauser 98K's gauge to the 600 position, nudge the bolt to load the bullet, wait for the searchlight to sweep through the area, and immediately "turn over", lie on the edge of the crater and poke out the sniper rifle.

What thieves think of door locks, Lynn thinks of these searchlights. Raising the muzzle of the gun by feeling, and leaving no more or no less "offset" against the direction of the wind. Pray, hold your breath, fire.

A crisp gunshot broke the calm of the night, and after the bullet was fired, Lynn shrank back to the bottom of the crater without looking.

The light suddenly dimmed.

"Wow! Accurate! Terrible! Wolfrum and Graff were amazed.

Lynn was the least impressed by the compliment, frowning: "Shhh......h

Leng Buding was beaten, and the reaction of the Soviet position was a little slow, but the sound of gunfire and the dense shooting of bullets were like a raging rainstorm, and Lynton felt countless bullets whizzing overhead. If it were just a bullet, there would be nothing to fear in hiding in this crater, but when neither the sound of the cannon nor the strange cry of the shells flying could be heard, a loud explosion could be heard from a close distance.

In order to protect the poor eardrums, Lynn stuffed his ears with his fingers, but in the interval between the explosions, he could still vaguely hear the veteran Wolfrum muttering: "Damn mortar, we'll be dead as soon as it comes in!" ”

I wanted to angrily scold the other party to shut up, but thinking that the oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield was easy to make Chengren overly nervous, and even made some out-of-control movements, he moved back and patted the veteran's shoulder with one free hand: "Don't worry, we're not so unlucky!" ”

The veteran nodded again and again: "I hope so!" I hope so! ”

Lynn Fu looked at the other three again, Graff endured the devastation of the enemy's artillery fire with a blank expression, as for the two big boys, Turchmeier hugged Tanze tightly, this posture changed to a normal environment and it was easy for people to associate with their relationship, but in the cruel battlefield, Lynn did not have the slightest such opinion, he noticed that although the older Tanze was also panicked, he did not keep his eyes closed. So, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Hey, man, how do you feel?" In fact, the shelling of the Russians is nothing more than that! ”

The young private, who was not yet 18 years old, gave an "um" and closed his eyes sharply when the mortar shell exploded nearby, waiting until the powerful explosion had passed, and then slowly and cautiously opened his eyes.

At this time, Lynn said nonchalantly: "These cannonballs have a temporary effect on our ears, and nothing else!" ”

The young private still responded with a vague "um", only to squint his eyes slightly when the next explosion came.

Lynn struck while the iron was hot: "My brother is about the same age as you, and he is also fighting on the battlefield now. He wrote that he was scared to death at first, but after surviving the initial fear, he felt that he had grown up and become a real man! ”

"Really?" Max. Tanze responded more positively, and in a moment, mortar shells fell one after another, and the explosion still kicked up a large amount of mud and debris, and the young private tried to deal calmly, and succeeded.

"Hey, Carl, Carl. Techmel! Lynn called, "Can you sleep peacefully on such a lively occasion?" ”

The light from the explosion and the surrounding searchlights mixed together to create a flickering effect, and the strands of golden hair on the sideburns seemed to be soaked with sweat under the gray-green M42 steel helmet in the field. Hearing Lynn's voice, the rather delicate "Xiao Zhengtai" barely raised his head, and his wet red eyes looked like a bullied little girl.

Belch...... Although I didn't have much courage when I was 16 years old, I didn't cry when I heard the sound of the cannon!

"Hey, Carl, you heard me - you can close your eyes and listen to me, don't be afraid!" Lynn was thinking about how to open this guy's heart knot, and suddenly realized that the gunfire outside had subsided, and the battlefield that had just been noisy and noisy had become dead silent for a while.

(To be continued)