On the outskirts of Dunkirk, a ruined landscape is filled with light smoke rising from the cannonballed church doors. The collapsed houses and the bomb craters on the ground add a touch of tragic color to this quiet town, making it more of a post-apocalyptic mood in addition to being peaceful.

A British soldier poked his head out of the corner, scanned his surroundings warily, and then quickly backed back. The two days of fighting made the British soldiers who had survived on the front line more sophisticated, and after they had learned the power of the German snipers, they did not dare to swagger and move through the streets again.

It was only after a while that several British soldiers with rifles on their backs hunched over their waists flashed out of the broken and collapsed wall. They cautiously walked through the street and into a building on the other side.

They climbed the staircase, littered with debris and rubble, with two soldiers remaining on the first floor while the other five crept to the second floor. Two of them set up a light machine gun in one of the windows, and the other stood guard at the door of the room where the window was located, while the other two went to the other room.

They set up an improvised defensive position, hoping to stop the German infantry who appeared and attacked at the street crossing. If they were lucky, they could kill at least five German soldiers here, and then quickly move to the next block. Of course, if they are unlucky, they may only be able to go back to three people, or even only two.

"I've heard that the Germans on the Dunkirk side have blown up the main pier. The two British soldiers on the first floor were only responsible for guarding everyone's retreat, so it seemed that the work was the most leisurely, and one of the British soldiers said to his companion while rolling a cigarette.

"I don't know, anyway, the company commander said we would be able to go home soon. The soldier replied.

"It doesn't seem safe to go home. The soldier who rolled the cigarette sighed and said, "Alas...... I heard that London was bombed, and we have been passively beaten until now, what is this called?"

The soldiers beside him spread their hands and said helplessly: "This time the Germans seem to be much more powerful, I heard my father tell the story of the First World War, and I thought that the Germans were just like that!

"The Germans are attacking! Watch your surroundings!" It seems that the machine gun position upstairs was the first to spot the German soldiers in the distance, and the soldier in charge of breaking off the rear on the second floor whispered a reminder upstairs.

The two men quickly leaned against the wall, pulled the bolt and checked the bullets inside, then chose a better position and stretched out the muzzle of their rifles in the direction of the German attack.

But just as he stretched out the muzzle of his gun, above the spire of the church, under the huge bronze bell, a pitch-black muzzle tied with a camouflage cloth also poked out and pointed to the ambush position of the British soldiers.

Beneath the bell, a German sniper in a camouflage suit was carefully adjusting his movements, he was afraid that he would be exposed, so his movements were slow and slight, and if you didn't deliberately stare at the place where he was ambushed, it would be difficult to see any changes in where he was lying on his stomach.

Slowly, he aimed the 4x scope on his sniper rifle at the target, and the black crosshair in the scope was placed on the head of the target British soldier, but the German sniper did not shoot, he waited, waited for his opportunity to come.

Soon, the attacking German soldiers in the distance began to shoot, seemingly aimlessly, but still tentatively shooting at the windows of suspicious buildings in front of them. It was at this time that the German sniper pulled his own trigger.

"Phew!" the German sniper felt the butt of his rifle leaning against his shoulder thrust backwards, too familiar to hear in his ears - he liked it, because every time it came, it told him a clear truth: the enemy was one less.

The bullet flew over a not too far distance, using its sharp body directly through the thin British steel helmet, and then burrowed into the head of the steel helmet's owner without any loss of force, shattering the skull, muddying the brain, and shattering a large piece of bone on the other side with huge energy.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the head of the British soldier, who had just been chatting, shattered like a watermelon that had been hit by a baseball bat, splattering onto the rubble and ground around it, leaving a fan-shaped red area.

Because of the gunfire not far away, this attack did not attract the slightest attention of the British, he did not know that the comrade lying behind him had become a corpse with a bloody face, and he did not know that his head was being trapped by an enemy into his crosshairs.

The German sniper adjusted his muzzle unhurriedly, and soon used the black pointed crosshair on the scope to trap another British soldier with a cigarette in his mouth, he did not hesitate, just adjusted his breathing, and when his muzzle no longer trembled slightly, he naturally pulled his sniper rifle.

"Phew!" another shot rang out, and the sniper felt his familiar shoulder thump again, and heard the loud sound again. The bullet did not live up to the expectations of its owner, and once again accurately burrowed into the head of the British soldier. Blood splattered again, and another shot killed.

Many of them had fought in Poland, and many of them had made meritorious contributions in the Netherlands and Belgium, and once they entered the position, they caused thousands of casualties, and they disrupted the situation in the cities in droves, making street fighting, which the German armored forces were not good at, and became a nightmare for opponents who hoped to use street fighting to hold the Germans back.

After killing two British soldiers with two shots, the sniper did not rush to change his position, he pointed his rifle, which had already shot dozens of people, at the window on the second floor, and aimed it through the curtain at the British machine gunner, who was waiting intently for the opportunity to fire. He knew that if this shot was fired, he would be exposed, and the few remaining British soldiers would immediately abandon the position decisively and retreat into the woods behind the town.

But he had to open fire, because the machine gun would soon open fire, taking the lives of several, if not a dozen, German soldier in an instant. He aimed at his goal, and the words on his lips were repeated: "I pray to you, God, and you merciful, please take the suffering away from me." You have sent us the great Führer and made us invincible forever...... I will help you save the world and return their lives to your arms—if your arms include hell!"

"Phew!" he pulled the trigger from his gun and fired his fatal third shot, which sent the Heavys to the ground in a pool of blood, the bullet going through his left eye and through his neck.

Blood immediately splattered the second shooter next to him, and he screamed in fright, quickly crawled on the ground, and then shouted hysterically: "Sniper! German sniper! Our men are dead! Antonio has been hit! God!"

As he lay on the ground, he began to backwards and backwards, and the British soldier who was guarding the door rushed to help, grabbed him by the foot and dragged him back away from the window.

In another room, although everyone subconsciously moved their bodies after hearing the shouting, one unlucky guy was still shot by a German sniper, and the bullet passed through the chest, although it was not killed immediately, but left a palm-sized hole in the lobe of the British soldier's lung - apparently this guy was also hopeless.

"Retreat! retreat!" shouted the British squad leader, who was the first to exit the room and run towards the stairs. Now that the traces have been discovered, this ambush has become meaningless, and staying here can only be the record of German snipers, so they can only get out of this damn place as quickly as possible.

He rushed down the stairs and saw two of his own soldiers lying on the ground, blood covered in blood. He didn't stop long, because the German soldiers on the opposite side had already rushed up, and the distinctive sound of the G42 machine gun rang out, hitting him not far away, splashing a cloud of dust. He hurried to find a remote retreat, which was the window on the other side—albeit a little high. The British squad leader threw his rifle over before climbing up and jumping out of the building.

He landed on both feet, and he rolled to relieve his strength, and then the wolf got up, and reached out to pick up the men who followed him, and the first man jumped down, and he helped to help, and when he turned back to pick up the third man, the soldier who had just climbed up was shot in the chest from behind.

The British squad leader standing below was splashed with blood on his face, and he was so frightened that he ran away, and he didn't even bother to pick up the gun that was thrown on the ground. The two of them fled all the way into the woods, and it seemed that if they fled back there, they would be able to save their lives for the time being.

The two of them ran there without looking back, panting one after the other. But a gunshot rang out from behind, and the soldier who was running behind him was like a huge sack that had lost his soul, fell down by inertia, rolled twice on the ground, and then remained motionless.

The British squad leader had no choice but to stand still, close his eyes, and raise his hands, he knew that this time he was in a catastrophe, and in order to save his own life, he had to surrender. He was so nervous, I don't know if it was because of the violent running or excessive nervousness, his heart was beating very violently.

"Phew!" another gunshot rang out - the British squad leader with his hands raised fell to the ground, a look of disbelief and resentment on his face, and then in his consciousness, only cold and darkness remained—

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