Listening to the "pop" sound of bullets burrowing into the dirt, Lynn had a strong feeling in her heart - they were only a few centimeters away from her, and as long as she raised her head slightly, the bullets would penetrate the steel helmet and cause the tragic image of bursting brains. She had been plagued by this "intuition" when she was stuck in the front line, but after the tempering of blood and fire, the test of life and death, Lynn was now able to convince herself with her rational thinking. There is a saying that recruits are afraid of artillery and veterans are afraid of machine guns, and when experience is not enough to accurately distinguish the distance of the bullet's trajectory, he does not blindly look up, but takes out a mirror from his pocket, to be exact, a broken lens that is less than half the size of a palm. Pinch its most prominent edges with your index finger and thumb, and slowly move up the mirror facing you. From the top of the helmet to the top of the crater is less than 5 centimeters, and further up, you can see the situation directly ahead through the reflection of the lenses.

The woods were still the same woods, the charred stumps and the muddy earth forming a picture of purgatory, and the white snow was barely visible in sight, and it had turned into transparent remnants of ice under the ravages of artillery fire and the trampling of human feet. In "Purgatory", the Soviet infantrymen, stripped of their white coats, moved forward as dexterously and cautiously as mountain antelopes, and the fastest runner had already crossed the place where the previous group of companions had been blocked.

Moving the lenses from side to side to observe the situation on both sides, Lynn quickly withdrew his hand and tucked the lenses back into his pockets - this inconspicuous little thing may become a "life-saving mirror" on the battlefield. At the same time, he tilted his head slightly and shouted to the "butcher": "The one who killed the pig, Fursor? (Sergeant, fire?) ）

Grammatically correct or not, this is the most complex thing Lynn can say in German in her current situation.

Soon, the high-pitched voice of the "butcher" came from the foxhole not far away, and it sounded very rhythmic: "Lou...... Fubo Hi Dong ...... Furlore! (All...) Note... Shoot! ）

At the last sound, Lynn did not hesitate to turn over and pick up her rifle as fast as she could. With a strong sense of self-confidence, he didn't think much about it, and the figure on the opposite side pulled the trigger when it instantly froze on the crosshairs.

The gun rang out, but the man did not fall. Lynn was shocked and immediately annoyed: this time not only did he not calculate the speed and direction of the target's movement, but the ruler of the rifle was also set at a position of 300 meters, it seems that there can be no pride and carelessness on the battlefield!

Gunfire crackled all around, and the MG34/42 that had come up earlier was shouting with great joy. In the pleasant sound of "tearing linen", the fastest Soviet infantry suddenly fell in a row, but the ones behind did not turn their heads to run away, nor did they stop shooting, but maintained a posture of "jumping forward". Immediately afterwards, the sound of heavy machine guns in the rear gave a reasonable explanation of their tactics: a few bullets swept down, and the gunfire on the German side was suddenly suppressed again.

After the first shot, Lynn pressed down on his head and body, and just pushed the bolt back into place, he suddenly felt a bullet fly over his head, and even one grazed the top of the steel helmet. The sound of a spoon scraping a porcelain plate made his whole body tighten, and his back also increased sharply. Taking a deep breath, he put aside his distractions, looked up, raised his rifle at shoulder level, took aim quickly and calculated the difference—he deliberately lowered the muzzle of the gun as he had not had time to adjust the gauge, holding the handguard firmly with his left hand and keeping the butt close to his chest and shoulder, and his right hand using only his fingers.

The gunshot rang out, and the person fell, and there was a faint relief in my heart.

Bowing his head, bending his body, he quickly pulled the bolt, stepped back the ruler on the rifle 100 meters, took a deep breath, jumped, aimed, and shot, and the figure in front of the crosshair shook and fell crookedly. As he retracted back into the crater, Lynn calculated that the shot would last less than five seconds, and his quick and coherent posture made him yell "pretty" to himself.

Just as Lynn was about to raise his head to shoot again, a shuttle of bullets "chirped" at the edge of the crater, stirring up mud debris to splash on his steel helmet and face—no illusion. Lynn wiped his face with his free right hand, and the mud and sand were almost blinded, and he didn't know if the Soviet heavy machine guns were sweeping back and forth on the mountain, or if they had noticed their own firepower. Listening to his companions around him still snapping and shooting, he decided to continue his adventure. Hold your breath, get up, and stick out of the crater with only your head, neck, and shoulders. In just a few moments, the Soviet infantry rushed closer, so much so that the submachine gun in the hands of the "butcher" began to speak. When the target is closer, the figure in the crosshair naturally increases, and it is much easier to calculate the difference. In this way, Lynn completed the shot in less than 5 seconds, and when he saw the target being shot, he threw the gun back very exaggeratedly, and his ears seemed to hear a muffled snort from his mouth!

Without any compassion in his heart, Lynn felt like he had become a cold-blooded killing machine, and he shrank back into the crater again, counting that there was one bullet left in the rifle's built-in magazine, and expertly pulled the bolt to load. At this moment, I suddenly heard the "butcher" shouting "Galat", which was a "new word" that Lynn had never heard of. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly saw something smoking flying in front of him, and realized that the "butcher" had given the order to throw a grenade. By the time he removed his wooden-handled grenade from his belt, a booming sound was heard from the front, instantly drowning out the rising and falling sound of "Ula".

I've never eaten pork, and I've seen pigs run. Lynn unscrewed the screw cap on the tail of the grenade according to the scene in the movie, and the thin cable sleeve naturally fell out. This time, Lynn looked up directly to the front, the smoke of the grenade explosion was not very thick, and he could clearly see that the attacking Soviet soldiers were down, and there were still more than 100 meters behind him, and he couldn't throw the grenade so far by taking advantage of the mountain. Thinking of this, Lynn put the grenade aside, and took advantage of the slight confusion of the Soviet army to find an "unlucky guy" who was even more unlucky than herself, and this shot was a direct hit in the past.

Retracted into the crater and loaded the rifle with a row of bullets, and guessing that the Soviet soldiers were getting closer at this time, he grabbed the grenade, held his right hand under the wooden handle, and pulled down the cable with his trembling left hand, but did not hear the legendary hissing sound. Seeing that white smoke had come out from the bottom of the wooden handle, he threw it out with all his strength with his right hand. Watching the grenade tumble vertically in the air, he suddenly wondered if he had thrown it too high - if the grenade exploded while it was still high in the air, the killing effect would probably not be too good.

As it turned out, Lynn's concern was completely unnecessary, and under the effect of its own gravity, the grenade drew a high-angle parabola, and it took about a second after it hit the ground before it exploded. This little time was not enough for the surrounding Soviet infantry to react, and the three of them were directly blown up, and several others were affected, and it seemed that even if they did not die, they would be seriously injured.

After watching the grenade from falling to exploding, Lynn lowered his head and picked up the rifle, brewed for two or three seconds, and got up to shoot again. This time he had just pulled the trigger, and a mortar shell from the Soviet army fell a few meters away with a strange scream, and the strength of the explosion was secondary, but the steel helmet was hit hard, and Lynn's head was stuffy, and for a moment he thought that he was hung by shrapnel like this. He sat on his back in the crater, his head was blank for two seconds, and only when there was a clear pain in the upper part of his forehead did he dare to have a sense of luck - this pain was a blunt impact rather than a sharp object peeling pain, and after another two seconds, he reached out and untied his pocket and took off the steel helmet, which was said to have a shield-shaped double lightning bolt on the right side and a "10,000" emblem on the left side with a red background and a white circle, but the steel helmet painted with sand paint did not have any markings on it. At this moment, an almost prismatic hole suddenly appeared on the front of the steel helmet. Turn over and look at the lining, if the kinetic energy of shrapnel is a little bigger, your own life will be explained here!

Lynn's heart was full of mixed feelings after he walked in front of the Death Throne, but the sound of gunfire from far and near reminded him that he was still on the battlefield. As long as the god of death is willing, he can take this humble life away at any time.

Bad protection is better than no protection, Lynn re-buckled the steel helmet, knelt on one knee, picked up the rifle that fell in front of him, bowed his head, bowed his body, pulled the bolt, withdrew the shell, reset, took two deep breaths in a row, and rose up again, this persistence and fearlessness formed a very sharp contrast with the weakness and mediocrity of the past.

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