Chapter 732 733 Shooting hole

Inside a machine-gun bunker made of reinforced concrete, Soviet Red Army soldiers are aiming their machine guns at the Germans rushing at the opposite side. The terrain here is very dangerous, and after countless measurements and corrections by experts, this bunker built here can achieve a very high efficiency in the blockade of the nearby terrain.

It can be said that this is a real one-man relationship, and it is impossible to open it. So the German soldiers who rushed to the high ground from here were so suppressed by the tongues of fire from this machine gun that they could not raise their heads. The bullets hit the dirt, and the splash of debris was bewildering. In the narrow shooting hole, the shooters of the Soviet Red Army ran out of bullets in the machine gun, and then directly replaced a machine gun, continuing to keep the shooting flowing.

In order to allow the machine gun bunker to block the entire passage, the Soviet defenders hoarded a large amount of ammunition and prepared a full four machine guns, so as to ensure that the firing place had continuous firepower.

The first is because it is a necessary way to the top of the high ground, and it is a hillside with its back to the frontal position, so it will not be attacked by heavy artillery fire, and the second is because it has been strengthened and has frontal reinforced concrete fortifications several meters thick, and ordinary firepower does not pose enough threat to this place.

It is precisely because of the confidence in the safety of this place that the Soviets have placed enough ammunition and firepower here, in order to delay as much time as possible and buy more time for the Soviet defenders in other directions to prepare. Now it seems that their approach has achieved its goal, and it has caused very considerable casualties to the German troops on the opposite side.

In just a few minutes, 7 German soldiers had already fallen here, and a full 50 German soldiers were pinned down on this section of the road, unable to advance a single step. Fortunately, the mortars here did not have ammunition, otherwise these German soldiers would have paid the price of blood as long as a few shots fell.

"Fire, fire, don't let them come near us, they must have flamethrowers, stop them from approaching, or we'll be finished!" a veteran of the Soviet Red Army reminded his partner loudly as he changed ammunition for a machine gun.

The Soviet shooter, who was firing, held a machine gun with the butt of his rifle against his shoulder, opened fire violently, and replied to his comrade in a loud voice: "I know! I know what they are going to do! I am shooting! But they are still getting closer and closer to here!"

"Boom!" On the top of the machine-gun bunker, a mortar shell landed on it, kicking up a cloud of dirt, and it was the fifth time that the German soldiers had tried to attack it with mortars, but except for the first shot, the rest did not have the desired effect.

At the top of this machine-gun bunker, there was an open-air position made of sandbags, and there was a machine-gun position with a wider view on it, but the first mortar shell accurately hit this position, killing all the Soviet soldiers on it. But the mortar shells apparently had little destructive effect on the top of the reinforced concrete and steel plate pillbox, and a few shells were not able to paralyze this hateful Soviet machine-gun pillbox.

The mortar shells exploded, shaking off some of the dust on the top of the pillbox, except for such a few innocuous dust, the whole pillbox did not seem to have changed at all, for the German attacking forces, the whole of the Crimea was a huge fortress, and these fortresses, every detail seems to have been carefully designed and considered, in order to kill more people, the Soviet architects can be described as painstaking.

Not far behind the German attacking force, next to the body of a fallen Soviet soldier, a German soldier lay on the ground, moving his rifle little by little. It was as if he were a corpse lying there all along, and no one could detect that there was a living soldier hiding there.

It was only when the G43 semi-automatic rifle showed its full body that it was different, and the rifle's sight position had a short optical sight, which was standard equipment for German sniper rifles, and a scope with a magnification that was not very impressive.

In the battlefield environment of World War II, the chances of a sniper being able to attack a soldier 300 meters away are actually not very large, and more shooting is actually done in a very close situation, so most German snipers use a scope with a small magnification.

The German sniper slowly adjusted the angle of his shot, using the corpse to cover most of his body, and then closed one eye and aimed at the hole of the Soviet machine-gun bunker that was constantly spewing tongues of fire. Holding his breath, he pressed the crosshair on the sight lens against the hole, waiting for his body's instinctive shudder to be compressed to a critical point.

He learned this method of firing at sniper school, which improves the accuracy of his shots, and in this way, the sniper has fired more than 500 training rounds and has also performed shoots to practice shooting psychological fluctuations. Moreover, he had fired hundreds of shots on the battlefield and killed more than 40 enemy soldiers, so such a single fire was a common thing for him.

The finger pulled the trigger at the limit, and the rifle slammed into the shoulder as the bullet was fired, and inside the crosshair, it could be seen that the bullet did fly into the hole of the machine gun bunker.

"Ding!" The Soviet machine-gun bunker, which had been firing constantly, suddenly fell silent, but after only a few seconds, another machine gun came up and continued to spray tongues of fire. The German soldiers were still suppressed and could not raise their heads, and the Soviets seemed to be still in the driver's seat.

"Hey, a bullet hit my machine gun! broke my gun!" the Soviet shooter complained loudly with a frown, and the highest commander in the bunker, a sergeant, walked up to the soldier, glanced at the bullet on the bolt, and then at the machine-gun hole.

The veteran who was loading the bullet obviously didn't think it was a coincidence, but he didn't have a good way to deal with it, but complained: "How could it be such a coincidence? You really picked up a life, it's okay to hit the bolt, but it's bad to hit you." ”

Before his words could land, the young shooter of the Soviet Red Army, who was firing, fell to the ground on his back with a scream. The bullet hit him in the chest and took his life directly. The appearance of two bullets in such a short time flew into the machine-gun firing hole, which cannot be summed up by luck, and a terrible thought crossed the minds of all Soviet soldiers.

"There's a German sniper!Look for it!Quick!Hurry up and get a shooter!The German flamethrower comes up, and it's all over!," the sergeant ordered loudly, then turned back and shouted to the soldier guarding the telephone: "Call for help! There are German snipers! We need reinforcements! Hurry!"

The Soviet soldier quickly grabbed the phone and began to call the headquarters at the top of the hill, the fortress bunker complex in the Crimea has been built for many years, there are many fortifications buried deep in the ground, and the communication lines are in all directions, which is quite a headache for the German army.

The largest underground fortification complex was built in Sevastopol, where it is heard that there were underground cantonment barracks capable of accommodating thousands of people. The ammunition depot is buried 30 meters below the ground and is protected by a reinforced concrete roof. The entire fortified area is lined with bunkers and forts, which can be said to be a meat grinder with a sophisticated design. And now the fighting here is just an appetizer for the soldiers of the Soviet and German sides.

However, no matter how quickly reinforcements came, it still took time, and within a minute of the call for reinforcements, another bullet entered the bunker, this time hitting the shooter in the shoulder and adding a seriously wounded man to the impregnable bunker.

But what the Soviets feared the most happened, with the continuous attack of the German snipers, the ordinary German infantry, who was suppressed by the machine guns and could not move, little by little narrowed the distance between the two sides, and now these German soldiers have approached a distance of several tens of meters, and once the two sides are close to 20 meters or more, the special guy for dealing with the pillbox - the flamethrower can be used.

The old Soviet machine gun shooter stepped up without hesitation, he knocked over an attacking German soldier with a machine gun, and then suppressed the German soldier who was constantly jumping forward with a bullet, and then he used his peripheral vision to see farther away, and there was a corner that lit up.

Instinctively, he dodged, and the bullet knocked off his epaulettes, and everyone broke out in a cold sweat, but the veteran didn't care, and continued to fire, knocking over another German soldier who stood up and wanted to take two steps closer.

However, at this time, the shooting of ordinary soldiers of the German army also had accuracy, and the bullets began to hit more and more densely around the shooting hole, and the pressure of the old machine gun shooter in the Soviet Union doubled, and the bullets shot faster and faster, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more.

Another bullet went into the hole, and this time the Soviet veterans were not so lucky, because this time the bullets that flew in were not bullets fired by German snipers from a distance, but bullets fired by ordinary German infantry who flew from a low place by luck.

The bullet flew in from the veteran's forehead, with blood and brains coming out of the back of his head, spraying on the ceiling and staining it red. The Soviet veteran fell slowly with his eyes wide open, his face unwilling, but he didn't even have time to scream.

With a "plop", the Soviet veteran fell to the ground, splashing a little dust, and another Soviet machine gun shooter gritted his teeth and pushed up without the slightest hesitation.