Chapter 156

Post management under the muzzle

In the deep snowy wilderness, the horses carrying riders were rushing hard and their speed could not keep up with the light becoming dimmed. Before the three riders who were being pursued entered the range of the rifle, the dark night sky was already in the dark night. Without the light of stars and moons and no infrared night vision equipment, Lin En guessed that his shooting skills could only barely hit moving objects twenty or thirty meters away, and it was basically impossible to guarantee the vital points.

Seeing that the three cavalry had reached more than a hundred meters, a task force wailing on the edge of the woods suddenly blew a whistle. It looked particularly sharp against the sparse gunshots, and it also floated quietly in the valleys in the forest with the cold wind. [bsp;    This should be the contact information of the Sal team. Lynn speculated that it was like the "Vampire" commando's gesture codeword used for night combat to match their respective combat models.

Hearing this whistle, the three riders did not reduce their speed, but moved closer to the woods on the north side of Lin En and the others. In the dark woods, the low temperature made people instinctively want to rub their hands and stamp their feet. However, the soldiers of the task force crouched in battle like stone sculptures and cord against the trunk or snow hill. The hand that pulled the trigger took off the heavy gloves for marching to keep the cold, and only retained the more flexible velvet or cloth gloves.

Considering the security needs of operating in the Soviet Union, Lynn left the Ru8 pistol he acquired in Leningrad and used to deter Matsov in the city that had never been truly threatened by nuclear bombs. From then on until the border of Yuesufen, he was also dressed in civilian clothes and did not carry weapons. He was named the commander, and he could only stand behind the task force empty-handed, guessing the mentality of the Finns in the woods opposite him at this moment. If they resisted strongly, would they treat every Soviet uniform in their eyes equally, and wouldn't their own riders who had finally retreated here be attacked by their guns?

Just as he was thinking about this, the task force in front whistled again. It was obviously not just a signal to inform his companions of their own position. The difference in length and tone should be that it contained simple tactical information. The three horses, who were seven or eight hundred meters away from the pursuers, slightly changed their direction of travel and headed straight for the woods. Soon, Lynn could clearly hear the heavy breathing of the war horses, and vaguely saw their movements losing their former beauty due to fatigue and snow. This was exactly the same as the situation where the German armored troops galloping across the hard land were trapped in a muddy dilemma. Fortunately, they finally insisted on reaching the woods, and despite being within the maximum range of bullets, the Finns in the opposite woods did not fire at this time.

The three riders who turned over from the war horse were as exhausted as their horses, and the stains on their faces and the frost were wet. From their figures, Lynn had found the leader officer, who was called "Captain Karuel" by the task force. He stood by the tree calmly, waiting for the northern general to hurriedly ask his subordinates about the situation and walked up to him in three steps.

"Sir, you shouldn't stay here for adventure!" said the leader hurriedly.

Lin En raised his head slightly; "I am the commander of the operation and a professional soldier. From a private to now, I have experienced dozens of battles of all sizes on the battlefield. If necessary, please regard me as a soldier, which may not be the best, but at least it meets the needs of the battlefield."

The leader of the team was unintentional to argue. He seemed to have experienced Lynn's stubbornness and therefore only suggested weakly, "I will send someone to escort you and the intelligence officers first."

Lynn didn't know if he could, but asked him, "The Finns in the woods opposite... are enemies or friends?"

The leader of the team hesitated and replied, "In general, they are not enemies, but the current situation is very complicated. A large number of Soviet troops have followed our traces. Sir, I'm sorry that our abilities and skills are limited, and we have not been able to get rid of them smoothly."

In the dim woods, Lin Neng opened his eyes wide and tried to find the answer from the other party's expression when he spoke. The so-called "limited ability and skills" should be polite in his understanding. If he really didn't want the Soviet army to track it down, they could sneak into the mountains and forests and go around in circles with their opponents. It is not undesirable to sacrifice their lives for justice in order to protect the large army. The leader of the leader has obviously had more detailed research and experience in everything about this country. He should be clear about the scope of activities and psychological bottom line of the Finnish border troops, and as Saul

The direct commander of the contingent should have obtained clear or indirect instructions from the top leaders before leaving the base. At a large strategic level, provoking the conflict between the Soviet Union and Finland seems to mean pushing the weak Finland into the fire pit. However, with the Ras Amos incident as the foreshadowing of the Western camp led by the United States, there have been subtle and sensitive changes in the mentality of the Soviet Union. Once the friction between the Soviet Union rises to the level of war, Norway, which is getting closer to the Western world, Sweden will inevitably continue its inherent position to support Finland, which is also a Nordic country and serves as a buffer zone of its own country and the Soviet Union.

During the Second Soviet-Finn War, Finland received a large amount of foreign aid, and the situation in which the Soviet Union was in a lonely place would also repeat itself, and it might even become a wedge for Britain and the United States to take strong measures against the Soviet Union.

Lin En directly ignored the suggestion that the leader's army should let him retreat first again. The leader's officer also wisely abandoned it. With less than a kilometer gap, the Soviet cavalry behind rushed forward in a blink of an eye. The two turned around and walked towards the edge of the woods. On the snowy field, the black figures were rapidly growing. The leader took off the Bobosha submachine gun cross-body behind and prepared to go into battle. Lin En saw that he had an extra pistol strap and holster on his body. He guessed that this was the spoil he had obtained at the border checkpoint, so he used a

It seemed to have some intimate actions to pull out the weapon from his gun holster. This was a TT33 pistol that was also listed as a Soviet-style weapon as the Nagan Revolver. It looked like a Browning semi-automatic pistol. It was equipped with a 762mm pistol bullet with the same caliber as the Nagan Revolver but with a shorter bullet body. It was equipped with the Soviet army since the mid-1930s. With the end of the war, the relatively backward Nagan Revolver was about to retire, and the TT33 had to serve in the Soviet army for several years until the fully automatic Makarov pistol was put into mass production in the early 1950s and replaced it.

Based on the keen habits of a frontline combatant, Lynn pulled out the magazine of the pistol and checked the magazine storage. In the "Vampire" commando training camp, he had contact with the basic standard equipment of the Soviet army, and this small pistol that generally equipped Soviet infantry officers was no exception. In terms of combat performance, it was similar to Lumu. It was only suitable for its own defense in fierce battles, rather than being extremely aggressive and lethal like a mullet gun.

Seeing that Lin En took the pistol without any discussion, the leader seemed to have agreed to his mentality of participating in the war, and took off the holster strap from his shoulder. It was equipped with a special bullet box for TT33, which can hold 40 rounds of bullets. It is obvious that its original owner, the Soviet officer at the border checkpoint, was depressed before he could fire a shot. Although the leader had always put it on his body during the retreat, he was only to deal with the needs of the time. The magazine was filled with bullets, and the gun box was also full. This situation should have made people feel satisfied, but for Lin En, who was used to using rough force on the battlefield, a twenty-round bomb-capacity muffle gun was an ideal one-handed weapon. If a complete set of infrared night vision equipment could be summoned instantly, it would be even more difficult to deal with just dozens of Soviet cavalry.

The leader had no time to figure out Lin Neng's psychological activities. He left his pistol and pistol holster. He quickly walked to the edge of the woods, calmly opened the safety, opened the gun, picked up the "bobosha" and aimed at the powerful Soviet cavalry more than a hundred meters away, aiming at the powerful Soviet cavalry here with one eye.

Dadadada.........

The "Bobosha" submachine gun suddenly roared lightly and smoothly, which kicked off the complex battle.

The bullets flew away, and Lin En vaguely saw Soviet cavalry falling from the horse, and the rest of the personnel and their war horses were disturbed, and the trend of advance was immediately curbed, but it was unrealistic to expect them to retreat. Some of these Soviet cavalry rode their horses in dispersed, while some directly took guns and shot on the horses. The wilderness was a bit lively. However, what surprised Lin En was that the leader did not shout to open fire. Although the task force held the guns, they did not participate in the shooting, but allowed their commanders to shoot at the Soviet army one by one. At this time, the woods opposite were also quiet, as if there were no Finnish cavalry or their war horses hidden there.

Lynn was puzzled at first, but then he quickly understood; the leader was showing his opposition to the Finns with the Soviet invaders. The Finns were observing the situation coldly, but the Soviet cavalry who were pursuing this place were shooting in a mess and organizing an attack.

He slowly knocked out all the bullets in the long magazine. The leader lowered his head to replace the magazine and called out "Rute". Before Linn could react, he heard a sound of Fox Lingling's gunshots and jumped into the headphones. It was so pleasant that it instantly awakened Linn's first memory of this era. A traditional manual rifle seemed out of date, but it was still a powerful weapon in the hands of an excellent shooter. In the distant field, a Soviet cavalry almost fell down. Then, the sound of pulling the bolts sounded in the forest. I guess the Soviet cavalry in the distance could also vaguely hear this sound.

Smack...

The rifle was shooting without any rush or speed, just like a gentleman walking after a meal, calm, capable and steady. Although Linn did not directly observe the fall of Soviet cavalry this time, under the influence of this momentum, the mentality of the Soviet cavalry became increasingly impetuous. A small team of seven or eight people rode their horses to try to circumvent the opposite woods. Linn stared at the opposite woods, waiting for the Finns to make a crucial decision. (To be continued)
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