An unknown beetle crawled over a verdant green leaf, frolicking on it, carefree stretching its tentacles, surveying the world not yet familiar to it.

It crawled over the green leaves, then jumped on an iron pipe, and climbed along the iron pipe with strips of cloth wrapped around it, not knowing that it was standing on a rifle, let alone that a German soldier was holding it at this time.

The German soldier's steel helmet had been modified to cover it with canvas and camouflage netting, on which he could decorate himself with any locally sourced camouflage. Moreover, the whole steel helmet is not reflective, but also painted with the closest camouflage to this season. The motionless German soldier had merged with the whole meadow and the whole bush, like a stone, as if there was no life at all.

A grim face was looking through the scope at the most dangerous area opposite, where three German soldiers had been shot and killed by the Soviet Red Army a few days ago, and according to his judgment, all three soldiers had been killed by snipers, and judging from the wounds and the open area, it was unlikely that they had been ambushed by regular troops.

The most familiar one shot killed, the most familiar upper body was shot, the most familiar two fell together, and the third person died in the distance. If he had done it, this attack would have been exactly the same as the one here.

He could even guess the order in which the opposing snipers fired: first, killing the soldier with the Mauser rifle on his back, apparently the only one of the three German soldiers who could pose a threat to him, then shooting and killing the most valuable squad leader with an MP-44 assault rifle, and finally killing one of the fleeing soldiers in the distance.

This is an expert! He made his judgment right away. So he lay in ambush here, ready to kill the culprit who caused casualties to the Germans according to the orders of his superiors. He knew it wasn't the same as his previous mission, and it was the first time he had faced a challenge from a sniper.

His assistant, the comrade in charge of covering him, was behind the grass not far away. This assistant is responsible for luring the opponent to shoot first to reveal his position and gain a favorable combat environment for him. He carefully propped up his steel helmet with his bayonet, and shook the grass slightly.

If the opponent's sniper is still here, then he can use this method to induce the opponent to shoot, which is a very dangerous job, after all, he must be hit by the opponent before he can confirm the opponent's position. Of course, this danger is not great, the opponent will either hit the steel helmet, or hit the bayonet that supports the steel helmet, and the probability of hitting him is very low.

In fact, there are still dangers, for example, the last time the Soviets used steel helmets to lure German snipers to shoot, trying to determine the location of the snipers in advance, but the Germans were not polite at all, and directly operated the iron fist bazooka and fired a rocket. Of course, the nearby Soviet Red Army suffered many casualties, and the Soviet soldier who teased the Germans with a steel helmet was also killed on the spot. It's a lesson for everyone who plays this way all the time: don't reveal your position lightly, because you don't know what it's flying over.

"Bah!" the sniper on the other side opened fire, and it was a long wait. The German sniper, with his own scope, clearly saw where the fire was rising, and he raised the corners of his mouth and pressed the spot with a cross aiming notch. Sure enough, there was a Soviet sniper disguised as a haystack, almost exactly like the surrounding grass.

"Goodbye!" the German sniper muttered softly, then pulled his own trigger. He didn't hesitate in the slightest, because he did it countless times a day, and each time he almost took a life. This is the battlefield, the place where the laws of survival are the harshest. The only way to survive here is to kill, and the only thing that is not needed here is compassion.

A bullet erupted from the well-camouflaged muzzle, flew towards the Soviet Red Army sniper in the distance, pierced the air, flew over a distance of more than two hundred meters, and then easily drilled into the body of the Soviet sniper, with huge rotational kinetic energy, shredding bones and tearing internal organs.

Not far from the sniper, a Soviet soldier stood up and tried to flee, but was also shot in the back, and before he could take a few steps, he fell headlong and lay dead on the edge of a bush.

A life is so worthless at the forefront of war, whether it is a soldier who fights tenaciously or a coward like a mouse, they all have the opportunity to survive, and they will all die humbly when they are unlucky, the joints of the corpse twisted and fall to the ground, worthless and undignified.

The assistant who carried the steel helmet with a bayonet buckled the steel helmet in his head, smiled and picked up his gun, and walked over to the corpse of the Soviet sniper in the distance, he was responsible for picking up the Soviet sniper rifle to prove that his sniper team had indeed killed a Soviet sniper nearby.

Soon he walked over to the corpse, the Soviet sniper looked very young, not yet twenty years old, his immature face was distorted, and it was obvious that the physical trauma had caused him great pain almost a minute earlier. The blood on his side proves that he didn't die instantly.

The bullet pierced through the lobe of his lung from under the ribs, and then came out of the other side with fragments of his stomach and part of his intestines, leaving a fist-sized hole that looked very scary.

The German soldier took out a blood-stained document from the corpse's jacket pocket, as well as a handwritten notebook in Russian, which he could not read, but did not discard. The blood on it had not dried up, so he did not put these things in his pocket, but pinched them with his hands and walked to the body of another Soviet soldier in the distance.

He walked over, kicked the corpse, then set the thing aside and turned the corpse over. Just as he was rummaging through the body, the German sniper also came over, and he covered for a long time, and when he found that there was indeed no one else around, he put away his weapon and leaned over.

He lit a cigarette next to the corpse and watched his assistant rummage through the corpses of Soviet soldiers, he just indifferently swallowed the clouds there, and when the assistant nodded, they left with four guns on their backs. The two men retreated to their position of ambush, and then walked back through a grove of trees to the line of German grenadiers. They were eating, but they didn't dare to light a fire to heat up the cold food.

When the sentry saw his men returning, he came up and interrogated them, then checked the documents of the two men, and let them go. The two of them were not subordinate to this unit, so they were not polite, and walked slowly in the direction of the battalion headquarters according to the position pointed by the other party.

Not far behind the company headquarters is the battalion headquarters, and here the two of them have more acquaintances. The second lieutenant of the battalion's artillery greeted the two people warmly, and gave them some boiled hot water. A cup of hot water went down to the stomach, which made the cold stomachs of the two people feel a little more comfortable.

Seeing the battalion commander, the two men put the Soviet sniper rifle and another Mosin Nagant ordinary rifle on the battalion commander's table. Then start reporting on the problems that have just been discovered in the fighting. The battalion commander looked at the two guns and saw that they were both well maintained and much stronger than the weapons of other Soviet units.

"They are following our example, a month ago their snipers were acting alone, now they have one more person, if it weren't for the Soviet man who was timid and ran away early, he would have shot him just after going to check the body. The sniper pointed to the normal rifle.

Apparently, the assistant of the sniper team, who had walked around outside the ghost gate, was also apprehensive, and he spread out the captured items on the table, ignoring the sticky blood stains on them: "I can't read Russian, but I brought back this note from him, I hope it will be useful." ”

The battalion commander knew some Russian, which was one of the preparations before the invasion. He took the small notebook, which was mostly stained red with blood, looked at it carefully, and found that there were a lot of professional terms in it, and the only ones he could understand were snipers, training, roads, houses, and so on.

However, he still surmised that this was supposed to be a sniper training manual, which contained some basic theoretical knowledge of Soviet training of snipers. This was not something that could be dealt with by a small battalion commander, as intelligence showed that the Soviets were training snipers in large quantities to cause problems for the Germans, and the German military hierarchy was gradually taking this new situation seriously.

War is like a big classroom, where everyone learns from the advanced and makes up for their own shortcomings. The speed of learning is simply jaw-dropping. In real history, it seems that it took only six years from the German Navy to install radar on every warship of the United States Navy. A few months after the Luftwaffe introduced the ME-109 fighter jet, the British Spitfire was born. Who would have thought that it would take only 5 years for humans to evolve from piston propeller aircraft to jet aircraft?

So don't doubt the footsteps of your opponents to catch up, those who feel that they are ahead of their opponents have died in the long river of history as negative teaching materials. The Ming Dynasty's firearms were the best in the world, but we were finally tortured to death with firearms; the Beiyang Naval Division of the Qing Dynasty once stood proudly in Asia, but it was only stopped for two years before the Japanese Navy caught up and defeated; the German ME-109 fighter once dominated Europe, and as a result, the British won the Battle of Britain by stuffing the Rolls-Royce engine into the Spitfire!

Facts have proved that only a nation that keeps forging ahead and pioneering is worthy of enjoying an indefatigable foundation and grasping the fruits of victory!R1148