"Bah!" a crisp gunshot broke the silence of the entire position. In the center of the middle-aged sniper's scope, the Soviet sniper **** with a rifle was shot, and after spewing out a red blood mist, he collapsed behind the hiding bunker.

The Soviet sniper's assistant saw his partner fall to the ground, and in astonishment, he simply judged the direction of the bullet, and he turned around and quickly skimmed over the piles of rubble and rubble between the positions, and quickly swept over the seemingly suspicious places.

But before he could see his partner's killer, another bullet followed. Before he could figure out what was going on, his eyebrows were hit with a 7. 92 mm caliber warhead crashed. The bullet carried blood and shattered bones, passing through the brain and taking life.

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"You say this sniper has killed 557 Soviet servicemen on the Eastern Front?" said General Quchler, who had a look of disbelief in his face at the German command, snatched the brief letter of introduction from the staff of the 14th Panzer Corps.

"He is simply a natural sniper, he can shoot the head of enemy soldiers 600 meters away, and someone has seen him shoot and kill enemy soldiers at a distance of 1,000 meters......" The servant officer who delivered the letter respectfully confessed what he knew: "Few of the targets he has set his sights on can escape." ”

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Before the body of the second soldier of the Soviet sniper group fell to the ground, the middle-aged sniper adjusted his sniper rifle in one direction. On the roof of the collapsed bell tower, sure enough, there were still two Soviet snipers hidden. He finally opened fire, and the third bullet crossed a distance of more than 500 meters and accurately hit one of the Soviet soldiers.

The unlucky man who was shot suddenly lost his balance and rolled off the sloping roof with tiles. With a series of falling debris, they fell from a three-story height together. Another Soviet sniper tried to retract into the building, only to have another bullet kill him.

The fourth Soviet sniper, who had been shot in the chest, struggled twice, and then hung on the window ridge on the roof of the bell tower, and his arm shook twice due to inertia before finally stopping.

In just the blink of an eye, all four Soviet snipers were killed by this seemingly Western fantasy-style "down-and-out knight", and it was so clean and neat, as if it was flowing without leaving a trace of twisting.

"Whew!" Lifting the rag used to hide his figure, the middle-aged sniper quickly moved to the relatively safe base of the ruins with his rifle, and then after joining his followers, he quickly ran along the observed route all the way to another surveyed sniper position.

On the Soviet position, a Soviet sniper, who had been concealed, heard four gunshots in the distance. His eyes still didn't take his eyes off the scope, just a barely imperceptible frown.

Listening to the gunshots should not be Soviet snipers firing, the familiar sound seems to have said it all - the German sniper is coming, and it is a difficult and powerful character to deal with. The veteran Soviet sniper still had no intention of moving, he just aimed his gun at where the opponent should be where it should be, and did not move like a stone sculpture.

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"This sniper ace from our country is simply a devil, and the probability of him hitting a moving target with consecutive shots is probably the highest ever recorded by a human being. The officer from the servant country spoke with pride, and Quchreel could fully understand the mood of introducing the national treasure. If there is a master of this kind of existence in his army, he will also talk about the heroic deeds of this person when he meets people.

"All of his more than 550 shooting records were done with sniper rifles?" the German staff officer asked the topic he was most interested in.

"Of course not!" replied the servant officer with a smile, "and if other means were counted, his shooting record would probably be doubled." ”

"......" Qu Hillel swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he finally knew that there was still a kind of soldier in the world, who could raise the killing to a level like setting a world record - that group of backward Japanese were still fantasizing about killing thousands of enemies, and it seemed that there really was such a guy in real life, and Qu Hillel was seeing is believing!

What kind of existence could easily kill 557 enemy soldiers? If all the soldiers under his command had such ability, then his group army would be able to sweep through the entire Soviet Union. But dreams are dreams after all, and Quchrell is not stupid enough to rely too much on one class or another.

"He's not the type to be brute! When he encounters trouble, he will use support and all the favorable factors at his disposal to gain the initiative. The servant officer, who came with him, chattered as if he were a salesman and boasted about his soldiers: "He's a true sniper genius." ”

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"If I were you, I'd shoot a mortar in whichever direction! To be honest, I don't have the courage to go head-to-head with a master who goes out with a few covering teams, or I don't want to do anything dangerous when there is an alternative. The middle-aged sniper gasped for breath as he said to the German platoon commander, "Before he should have run, he should be able to kill him." ”

"The two mortars of the company are ready according to the coordinates he said, two salvos, four shells!" The platoon commander didn't believe the middle-aged sniper's words at first, but after all, this round of shelling did not exceed his authority, so he was also willing to provide some help to the friendly troops within his ability. After all, the other party came from afar, so he would not even be satisfied with such a request for shelling.

And so a short round of shelling began, with two shells landing exactly near the suspicious target, followed by two more shells falling closer together. Dust obscured the view, and one of the two Soviet snipers was seriously wounded by the shelling and almost died, while the other remained motionless, but he had to give up aiming, close his eyes and hold his breath.

There was no fancy trick, just taking advantage of the interference of this round of artillery fire, the middle-aged sniper just found a suitable position, raised the gun in his hand, and aimed it at the opposite position that was already full of smoke.

When the Soviet sniper opened his eyes again, he saw through his scope a middle-aged man in a tattered SS uniform holding an old Mauser 98K sniper rifle in the natural bunker opposite. His fingers subconsciously wanted to touch the trigger, but found that the muzzle of the other party's gun was already shining.

"Hell!" the Soviet sniper muttered, and then the bullet was shot through the head. He fell reluctantly, letting his blood trickle from his hair into the rubble beneath him, seeping into the dirt and eventually drying up.

On the German position, the platoon commander watched in shock as the middle-aged man cautiously retreated from the shooting place to a safe position, and finally couldn't help but ask: "How do you know where he is hiding?"

The middle-aged man smiled harmlessly, then put his old Mauser sniper behind his back, and then replied, "Because I have killed many people in this situation, and I have a lot of experience." I hope your artillery can be more accurate, and if you deal with him, I won't have to fire another bullet. ”

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Eventually, he sat down in his office chair and pronounced the name of the legendary Finnish sniper: "Simon Heyer." "The sniper god who shined in the Soviet-Finnish War in another time and space did not appear on the stage of the Soviet-Finnish War because Accardo changed history, but he appeared on the Soviet-German battlefield as a volunteer provided to Germany by the Finnish government, and today he has achieved an astonishing 562 shooting records.

"Such a person should be sent to a sniper school, not wasted on the battlefield – even if he is a Finn, he should not be wasted on the battlefield. Eventually, he pulled out his pen and wanted to write a letter of recommendation.

But when he was about to finish his pen, the general seemed to change his mind again: "Wait, wait, wait! After I have taken all of Stalingrad, I will find a good time to recommend this sniper genius back to Berlin." He should have a medal, an Iron Cross for honor!"

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In the corner between the low walls of the ruins, the young henchman was cleaning up the dilapidated tent. Bumped into a somewhat deformed military lunch box, still hot potato flour mixed with water on time, while the middle-aged man was still sitting on a stone, holding his lunch box and gobbling up mashed potatoes that didn't taste very good. The difference is that this time the unpalatable mashed potatoes contained some vegetable leaves and sliced dried sausages.

"We infantry are poor, and we are not as good as the armored soldiers and air force pilots who have food and drink. The German platoon commander who was sitting not far away said with a respectful face: "The entire company has collected a total of 5 boxes of canned food, and if it is a brother, take it, don't be too little." ”

Simon Heyer was not pretentious, nodded and accepted the gift: "Okay! I'll take it with me!" Our troops of the 1st Division of the Finnish Volunteer Corps have a hard time, and I have never seen such a good thing, so I will bring it back to my comrades to taste it, thank you." ”

The little attendant came to the German platoon commander, held the can in his arms, smiled, and showed a mouthful of white teeth.