Chapter 38: The Sharp Shooter

Thirty or forty meters wide riverbed and half a meter deep river water, such a natural barrier can still play some role in blocking the attack of Soviet infantry. It is difficult to block the t-34 in groups!

The only few anti-tank artillery on the German defense line roared at the top of their lungs, and armor-piercing shells frequently hit Soviet tanks. However, except for the opponent's chance to go down the river to attack from the top of the tank, the rest of the small-caliber shells were as if they were scratching the surface. Although the large-caliber anti-tank artillery could kill one of them within 500 meters, it was alone. After killing three T-34s in succession, it attracted the attention of the other party. The Soviet tanks responsible for fire cover smashed the artillery fire to its location. After the continuous shelling, Lin Neng never heard its sound again...

As the first T-34 diesel engine made an extremely dull roar, the long, straight gun barrel and white-painted steel body appeared on the north side of the river bank, and the most intense battle finally arrived.

"The fifth group opened fire!"

With a loud and clear German shouting, the German anti-tank team was firing at the place where the Soviet tank came ashore. They were ambushed in a fox pit in front of the trench line, using a "tank killer" with a shield. This sharp individual anti-tank weapon could penetrate the front armor of the T-34 within the effective range. In order to ensure the destruction, the shooter aimed at the lower front of the exposed body of the Soviet tank when it came ashore and opened fire. The moment the rocket hit the target, many dazzling Mars burst out, but this was just a wonderful beginning. In a blink of an eye, a dazzling and dazzling fireball appeared and swallowed the entire front of the T-34. The dull and loud explosion was like the effect of lighting firecrackers in an iron can. This fireball was fireball.

During the rise, it gradually darkened until the rising black smoke remained, but the open flame on the t-34 did not disappear. Its entire body and the load-bearing wheels seemed to be burning everywhere. After a few seconds, the explosion of ammunition in the car caused the more than 40 tons of steel chariot to bounce up like a toy. Although the track did not completely leave the ground, it had a clear sense of jumping visually. Although Lin Neng was in the fox pit behind the trenches, it was probably about 200 meters away from the Soviet tank, which was much closer than the observation position of the village defense battle earlier. From the perspective of pure visual effects, his eyes gained enjoyment that ordinary people could not achieve, but there were many things on the battlefield that were more important than watching the battle scenes, such as persistence, survival and victory.

Dealing with Soviet tanks was not something that rifles like him could consider. After straightening out their positioning, Lin Neng picked up the Mauser rifle and "returned to the old business". At this time, the white figure had reached the river bank, and there were tanks leading the way in front. The infantry did not need to spend any effort to choose the route to the riverbed, and just walked directly along the track marks. The infantry using light and heavy machine guns quickly set up weapons on the river bank. Their arrival allowed the tanks that were originally responsible for fire cover to draw out some of them to cross the river to attack.

After observing the battlefield situation roughly and quickly, Lin Neng focused his attention on two Soviet soldiers who had just stopped and were about to lie down to use the Gergalev light machine gun. The rifle was staring at the right side, and estimated the offset according to the judgment of distance and wind speed - pull the trigger. It was only more than 200 meters from this fox pit to the river bank opposite. The gunshots, the Soviet soldiers who were squatting down knelt on their knees and fell backwards. The continuous process of retracting the gun, retracting, resetting, aiming took only three seconds, while another Soviet soldier had already lie down, and the tongue of flame was flashing at the muzzle of the light machine gun. If the hit rate was to be guaranteed, Lin Neng should have re-selected the target at this time, but his unprecedented confidence made him determined to hunt. With more careful calculations, he narrowed the deviation difference, abandoned distractions and interference from the battlefield environment, and then, Lin Neng pulled the trigger.

Since the target was lying on the ground, this time Lin Neng could not judge whether the bullet hit from the opponent's movements. He still knelt on one knee, pressed the butt down, raised the muzzle, held the guardrail in his left hand, pulled the bolt with his right hand, and quietly drew the bullet shell with the blue smoke in the air, quietly falling on the soil at the bottom of the fox pit.

He raised his gun and aimed at it again, but the "Teggalev" shot out the flames. A Soviet soldier running up from behind suddenly bent down and prepared to pick up the light machine gun. How could Lin En let go of this opportunity to be sent to the muzzle? He shot it directly, and the guy fell backwards immediately.

Three shots resulted in three Soviet infantry. Lin En was no longer satisfied with the stolen joy of small merchants and hawkers. A heroic spirit surged in his heart, and even the frivolity of "Give me a gun and enough bullets, I can kill the entire Soviet army." However, the experience of dying and death along the way still calmed down his emotions quickly, reloaded the bullets, and raised the gun to aim.

The "Teggalev" light machine gun on the other side of the river seemed to have unresisting magic. There were already three soldiers lying beside him, but now another Soviet soldier came to lie down and manipulate it to shoot.

Before this guy could succeed, Lynn knocked him down as he bent over.

This world lacks nothing but rash devils. Lynn's fifth bullet was given to the next Soviet soldier who tried to pick up "Teggalev". This made him feel that it was not like he was at the end of the war, but that Germany had just invaded the Soviet Union in 1941. At that time, the Soviet troops were indeed facing the dilemma of lack of firearms and supplies. In the blockbuster "The War At the City", the Soviet soldiers were waiting to pick up guns of their dead companions.

However, in addition to the first two original machine gunners, the three later Soviet soldiers all held "Poposa" submachine guns. They and "Teggalev" were quite successful weapons. They were representative guns of the Soviet troops in World War II and could provide abundant firepower on the battlefield. The biggest difference is that "Poposa" is mainly used for melee battles within 200 meters, while "Teggalev" can effectively attack opponents from a longer distance.

He killed five Soviet soldiers without much effort. When loading bullets into the built-in bullet bay of the rifle, Lin En finally felt that the slow firing speed of the manual rifle was a congenital defect that restricted him to perform better. When he picked up the gun again, he found that the five corpses had almost buried the "Teggalev", and it was also possible that the corpses were superimposed and the Soviet soldiers behind him finally did not come up to pick up the gun again. However, hundreds of them were

Thousands of Soviet soldiers were put into the attack and the terrain on the opposite river bank was wide, and Lin Neng easily found new targets and shot them one by one. When the number of kills in this battle soared to 9 o'clock, the devil shooter suddenly felt that no matter how many ordinary Soviet soldiers shot, the change in the battle situation was extremely weak. So for the last bullet, he began to search for Soviets who looked like officers in his vision - they should have pistols...pistols...pistols!

The sight of the man holding a pistol was put on. Before Lin Neng could pull the trigger, he suddenly found that the target was falling backward.

Quan thought this was an "accident", Lin Neng continued to search with his gun. The German anti-tank combat team ambushed in front of the front line of trenches had killed more than a dozen Soviet tanks in succession. The wreckage of the T-34 was like turtles crawling out of a dry pond, and they almost filled the river bank north of the river, causing the Soviet tanks that were subsequently invested in the attack to have to go through their gaps or attack on the flanks. In order to suppress these anti-tank combatants of the German army, the Soviet tanks and infantry on the other side concentrated the firepower of light and heavy weapons in front of the German positions and the trenches, thus giving the German shooters behind the trenches and villas a relatively relaxed space to play.

Lin En, who was intoxicated by personal hunting of his opponent, had completely ignored the concern about the changes in the battlefield situation. He was eager to find his ideal belonging to the last bullet before reloading again, searching back and forth between the Soviet soldiers. In a moment, another figure holding a pistol and daring to "sway" appeared. He moved the star with an aura of no time, but this time he was still half a beat slower.

Is it your own sniper?

This thought suddenly appeared in his head, and Lin En felt relieved. After all, the sniper was professionally trained and equipped with professional aiming equipment. The efficiency of hunting enemy officers was incomparable. He chose a target nearby to open fire. Lin En shrank his head and his whole body into the fox pit, and sat against the wall of the pit facing the river. Although it was a bit awkward to load bullets like this, he could just look at the top of the villa with his head raised.
Chapter completed!