"They sent you two?" After checking his papers, the German platoon commander, acting company commander, looked at two soldiers who looked like they had fled the desert, one wearing a tattered military uniform and carrying an old-looking Mauser 98K bolt rifle. And his assistant also looks like a silly miscellaneous character, a typical European, American and Western fantasy style partner.

The rifle had a small optical scope on it that didn't look like a big magnification, and at first glance it was just a mass-produced product for the average sniper in the German infantry squad. And the little attendant only carried an ordinary Mauser 98K rifle, and he had a stove, tent and other bits and pieces on his body, but he carried it very well.

"I heard that there were Soviet snipers here, so they called me over. We are volunteers, and the weapons of the troops are old goods that you have eliminated, it doesn't matter, but we only brought food for three days, and we walked on the road for two days, so ...... We need to add something to eat. The sniper at the head spoke in a unique German accent.

Dressed like a begging for food, it turned out that as soon as he opened his mouth, he was really a begging for food. The German platoon commander looked at the tattered SS uniforms on the two people in front of him, and he didn't even have a decent tactical vest, and at a glance he knew that they were "mercenaries" supported by Germany's client states, and the combat effectiveness could be imagined.

However, since they are here to support, they must not speak ill of each other, and the number of courtesies that should be fulfilled must be done thoroughly. So the platoon commander didn't say much, nodded his head, and shouted into the other room: "Hans, bring two bags of dried potato flour and pick up two sausages." ”

"Sausages don't need to, just give us three bags of potato flour. The man with the sniper rifle smiled and said to the German platoon commander with a stunned and embarrassed expression: "After all, we are not here to ask for food, we still have work to do." ”

He asked his little follower to collect three packets of potato flour, then pointed in the direction of the forward position in the distance, and continued: "I need to know where you have been killed by snipers recently? ”

"Yes, one of them is around here......" the German platoon commander said, pointing to a local map behind him.

However, his movements were immediately interrupted by the man in his thirties: "Sir, I mean that you personally or arrange for someone to take us over to see the scene with your own eyes." This is very important to us, and it is possible that a single mistake can cost us our lives. ”

The German platoon commander hung his fingers in the air and looked back at the man who had interrupted him. The other party's eyes were clear and transparent, revealing an indescribable calm. I don't know why, but the ghost sent the gods, but he finally spoke, saying what he didn't want to say: "I'll take you there." ”

The three men then walked out of the room, went around the trench from behind a half-cut wall, and then bent down and walked cautiously forward, one foot deeper and one foot shallow, while the German soldiers passing by closed their eyes and some sat in the corners watching them, few of them saluted and no one spoke.

"The first soldier was attacked here. The platoon commander cautiously approached a relatively shallow trench, then pointed to the relatively open area and said: "He was carrying ammunition, and for some reason he straightened up, so he was shot in the head." ”

The middle-aged sniper nodded, then changed places slightly, poked his head out and looked at it for a moment, then shrank back again: "Okay, let's go to the next place where the accident happened." ”

One by one, the three of them walked through almost all the positions held by the remaining 82 men of this company, and after looking at the positions of several German soldiers killed by Soviet snipers, the middle-aged sniper once again squeezed out a smile, and then said: "Thank you, Mr. Lieutenant, we know everything we want to know." ”

"When will you act?" asked the platoon commander.

The middle-aged sniper replied with some embarrassment: "You know, we snipers may not move for a day, so I don't know exactly when to do it...... But if I still haven't reported back to you after three days, I think you'll need to apply for a better sniper to deal with the tricky stuff around here. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged sniper took his little follower with various daily necessities on his back, walked out of the trench, turned a few street corners, and disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

"Hey, platoon commander...... Isn't it the rule that when a unit like ours applies for a sniper, it has to send German snipers to help?" a sergeant whispered to the German platoon commander who saw off the guests, "Why is it from a client state this time?"

The platoon commander shrugged his shoulders and replied helplessly: "You ask me, I don't know why." But since we're here, let's be careful and wait for news. ”

......

"The platoon commander didn't tell the truth, or rather, two of the positions he said were wrong. The middle-aged sniper carried his old Mauser Model 98K sniper rifle on his back and muttered to his assistant as he walked, "The first soldier must have been killed by a Soviet sniper hiding in the half-collapsed bell tower over there...... The location is good, the distance and angle are just right, and the other party is an expert. ”

The attendant found a corner between two ruined walls and put down all the bits and pieces he was carrying, and then began to set up a broken tent with patches, in this place full of rubble and corpses, this tent seemed to have upgraded its camouflage function, and from the outside it looked like a pile of tattered in the corner.

The stove was turned on, and the general's lunch box was placed on top of the alcohol stove, and then the little attendant calmly unscrewed the kettle and poured water into the lunch box. His movements were so skilful that he quickly prepared a feast of mashed potatoes, and the two of them sat down on the rocks and gobbled them up.

"Then we'll go back after eating. Finally, the little follower said this sentence very spinelessly.

"Well, find a place to shoot a few shots after eating, and we'll go. The middle-aged sniper nodded, seemingly agreeing with the little follower's words. After saying this, he continued to gobble down the unpalatable German mashed potatoes as if he was afraid that others would eat more.

The little follower who had the idea to go back was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the middle-aged sniper whose beard was already very thick, his eyes were full of doubts and inquiring, but he still didn't open his mouth after all, just followed the rhythm of the middle-aged man, and swallowed it equally quickly.

The sniper positions commonly used by the Germans were not chosen, because no matter what the attendants suggested, the middle-aged man just refused to set his position in these positions. He stubbornly chose an inconspicuous collapsed building, where he carefully arranged his sniper position.

In this building, which only has a corner of the second floor, the middle-aged sniper quietly pointed his gun at a building he had been observing for a long time through a gap, and then he stopped moving, slowly moving his scope, searching for relatively suspicious targets.

Soon, he found two very suspicious places, on the opposite suspicious building, the curtain in front of one window swayed back and forth with the wind, and a faint black shadow could be seen behind it, and the other dangerous target was on the roof of the building, where there was a broken statue, which seemed to be shot very well.

"Killing ordinary infantry is an extremely uneconomical act, and there is only one explanation why Soviet snipers did it. As if talking to himself, the middle-aged sniper gently and slowly pulled the bolt on the sniper rifle with his hand, and put the bullet into the chamber: "That is, you have to tell the German sniper who came to you that you are on the bell tower opposite!"

After loading the bullet and preparing it to shoot, the middle-aged sniper slowly moved his muzzle, and little by little aimed the pitch-black muzzle at the window where the curtain flew in the distance: "So you left me a suitable sniper position, waiting for me to go up and aim the gun at the bell tower - while you are waiting for me here with a sniper rifle...... A very ingenious trap. ”

He muttered as he pressed his finger to the trigger of the sniper rifle, then suddenly froze, and then slowly crawled back from where he had just been, until he reached the staircase, and then got up in embarrassment. The attendant who was squatting at the top of the stairs with a gun saw that he had withdrawn without firing, with a look of disdain.

"I just don't feel comfortable lying on my stomach in this position. The middle-aged sniper smiled embarrassedly, then walked down the stairs to the end of the ruins, found a rag to cover himself in an inconspicuous corner, and simply raised his rifle.

Then he spotted two Soviet snipers in ambush from a more hidden position, one of them holding a brand new sniper rifle aimed at the two-story building where he had been ambushed.

"Do you really treat me as a dish, you can eat it if you want?" muttered the middle-aged sniper, pressing the core of the scope's crosshair on the Soviet sniper, unaware of the impending danger, and then slammed the trigger.

......

In the military headquarters of the German 14th Panzer Army, the chief of staff frowned and stared at the letter of recommendation from friendly forces, he felt that sending a sniper to help the battle did not need to alarm the command structure of the army at this level, let alone a rookie from a client country.

However, after he read the letter of recommendation, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the officer who sent the letter: "Is everything that is said in this letter true?"