September 25, 1942.

An infantry squad of the German Sixth Army was nervously walking through the desolate ruins of Stalingrad.

War breeds countless deaths, and death brings with it the shadow of the unknown. In this silent ruin, the soldiers are cautious and cautious like rodents that come out at night to feed.

Russia's harsh General Winter made these reinforcement soldiers who had just come to the front line from China shiver one by one. They could not even hold the Mauser rifle, which was not too heavy in their hands. The sergeant leading the group was the only veteran of the group, and he exhaled a chill as he laboriously drove the group of procrastinating recruits around him to the mission rally point.

Although, he was also shivering from the damn weather, and he wanted to hide in the corner and smoke a cigarette to warm up. But those damned Soviet snipers lurked in every corner of the city like cunning foxes. Most of the daredevils who lit cigarettes in the dark of night have now been sent to God. So many of the surviving veterans were forced to start quitting smoking.

Even so, many people die every day from Russian-made 7.62mm bullets fired from Mosin Nagant rifles. Under the cover of night, the infantry squad passed safely through the wide and dangerous square area. The sergeant let out a sigh of relief, and just as he thought he was safe for the time being, a sudden gunshot shook the heavy snow off the branches. The screams of the recruits in pain rang in his ears, and all the inexperienced recruits scurried around like panicked rabbits.

When the sergeant came to his senses and yelled for them to find cover, five of his own soldiers were already lying down. The wounded recruits lay in an uncovered open area, and the bullet that pierced their knees shattered the patella bone at the front joint, and the men were largely incapacitated.

"Help me." Looking at his frightened companion hiding behind cover, one of the recruits stretched out his hands in pain, and bright red blood spread across the white snow.

"Don't move!" The sergeant shouted at the other recruits.

"It's a trap, just get out of the bunker for those cunning Ivan (the German army's contemptuous name for Maozi in World War II. It's going to blow your heads out. The sergeant covered his uneasiness in an angry tone.

What's going on? There is no moon today, how do those snipers see us?

During World War II, the actual combat distance of most sniper rifles was only about 300 meters. At that time, the optical sight with a simple structure did not have any lofty night vision ability, and at night when there was no moonlight, only pitch black could be seen through the scope. It's not even as clear as direct observation with the naked eye, so the vast majority of snipers in the Soviet Union at that time were forest rangers or hunters.

The black night reminded the sergeant of the horror of the veterans: when you let your guard down the most, the bone picker will use that cursed rifle to shoot the magic bullet from the devil. No matter where the target is hiding, no matter how dark the night is, the magic bullet will hit the victim's patella mercilessly. After the survivor escapes, the evil guy will come to the victim to pick up the broken bones.

He shook his head vigorously and put those rumors of the strange 6 out of his mind. The sergeant cautiously whispered to the wailing recruits outside, "Can you still move?" ”

"My legs! Sir, my leg is broken! ”

"Mom's ......"

"God, I want to go home."

The wounded recruits had apparently lost their minds completely, and they trembled and let out all sorts of unseemly screams. The sergeant shook his head, even if these guys were rescued, they probably wouldn't be able to go to war again. Careful to hide most of his body behind cover, he pulled a coil of rope from his backpack and threw one end far away. Wounded recruits scrambled to grab onto the straw, and the sergeant and other recruits hiding behind cover began to tug the rope.

It didn't take long for five wounded soldiers to be dragged near the bunker. Suddenly, the sergeant heard the familiar sound of gunfire again behind him. The recruit dragging the rope at the end of the line fell to the ground in an instant, his knee shot through the back. The other recruits were already nervous to the limit, and they screamed and dispersed one after another. No amount of shouting from the sergeant could stop this unconspiring act.

Hell, when did that guy go around the back. The sergeant didn't care about the slippery mud on the ground and stumbled to the other side of the bunker, feeling his heart pound out of his chest. The sniper, who had been hiding in the direction of twelve o'clock before, actually appeared in the opposite direction of six o'clock in just a few minutes.

Are there two people? The sergeant nervously pulled out a small mirror and quietly reached out of the bunker. Before he could take a closer look at the bullets that flew again, the mirror shattered.

Looking at Stalingrad in the darkness of night, the sergeant felt as if he was secretly hiding from countless Soviet snipers and constantly peeking at the team. Cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead, and the inexperienced retainers kept screaming after being shot.

A guy with a nervous breakdown staggered to the open. Judging from the shiny Luculent watch on his wrist, he was probably a decent person with a good life before joining the army. This guy, who originally cared about his image, now raised his hands with a smirk, and said intermittently in a hoarse voice that was not like a human voice: "We are facing the devil!" He must have sold his soul to the devil like the hunter in Weber's opera. That man's bullet will turn! ”

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the already poorly trained supplementary soldiers lost their last morale in an instant. They scattered screaming and fleeing, and the distant gunfire rang out like marching drums.

When the gunfire stopped, the only thing left uninjured was the sergeant, who was hiding behind cover. Just as he was about to despair, two blinding white lights came from the intersection. A light jeep sped along the road, and the driver was clearly a daring man. Even on a slippery road covered with snow, he dared to soar to seventy yards.

The sergeant clearly saw that there were suddenly two more bullet holes in the front windshield. However, the jeep still rushed in front of him with great stability, and the door was kicked open by the driver. A muscular man nearly two meters tall jumped out of it. The black German uniform with two bullet holes in the chest was squeezed by the muscular body, and the two pieces of oak leaves embroidered with silver thread on the collar were a colonel officer rarely seen on the front line.

"Get the hell out of here! Bone picker, you despicable villain who only knows how to hide in the shadows and put cold guns, have the ability to duel me like a man! You coward! The formidably strong colonel grabbed two MG42 general-purpose machine guns and roared into the darkness. The bullets fired by enemy snipers hit him with the screech of metal colliding, as if the black uniform was not wrapped in mortal flesh and blood, but a set of invulnerable steel plate armor.

"Tsk, iron-clad meat, damn canned luncheon meat." Seeing the sparks from the bullet after hitting the German colonel, the sniper holding the Mosin Nagant M1891 rifle on the church bell tower 3oo meters away couldn't help but curse.

The general-purpose machine gun, which can shoot up to 15oo per minute, quickly depletes the magazine. The German colonel roared and threw his machine gun aside, panting and standing in place, staring at the corner where the sniper might be hiding in the darkness. Until an ironic whistle was heard in the distance, the cheerful tune of Colonel Bugy's March faded into the night.

The sergeant, who was lying behind the bunker, breathed a sigh of relief, and if the bone-picker whistled, it meant that he had given up the attack. At least that's what the gossip among the veterans said, and the sergeant originally only listened to it as a joke. But the scene just now and the words shouted by the colonel when he was angry made him start to believe this strange rumor.

"Rudol. Feng. Colonel Shotroheim, please calm down. Just as the Colonel was furious, a cold voice rang out from the jeepney.

After the door was opened again, a young officer wearing thin-rimmed glasses stepped out, his sharp chin, thin lips pursed, and the corners of his eyes were involuntarily reminiscent of the cunning gray wolf in the woods.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper, Lieutenant Colonel Blois." Although the young officer's rank was slightly lower than that of Hitrolheim, he did not despise the opponent's Jianyì for this. Calm Colonel Schütroheim quickly commanded the trucks and soldiers who followed to complete the containment of the wounded.

Blois pushed his glasses and walked to him: "That guy is the bone picker who has been fighting with you for three days?" ”

"Yes." Xiutroheim nodded silently: "He seems to be able to show my actions in advance every time, no matter how careful and cautious the encirclement and suppression actions are, he can jump out of the encirclement and leave safely before being completely surrounded." I'm not afraid of the rifle in his hand, but I just can't catch this cunning fox. ”

"So what do you guess about the man himself? Could it be ......?" said Lieutenant Colonel Blois with a pointing pause.

"I'm not sure." Shotroheim shook his head:

"But I'm sure it's an Oriental." He adjusted his breathing slightly: "A true Oriental." ”

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