Chapter 101

A weak attack

With the "company" of guns and bullets, he sometimes bowed and crawled on the ground. Lin Neng quickly adapted to the long-lost combat mode, but the straight long-tail dress on his body not only looked awkward, but his hands and feet were also somewhat restrained."

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If you can't sue for the boundaries of life and death, it's no longer important. Under the leadership of Baron Pat, the old spy, the four of you alternately covered the cover and successfully retreated from the overturned car to the canal.

In midsummer, the water flowing in the canal brought a wonderful sense of coolness, and Lynn suddenly became much more awake. Car crashes, overturned cars, and fire exchanges connected the accident, and he also had a more macro grasp of the current situation.

"Matz, please help Gru stop the bleeding!" Pat changed the magazine while instructing his subordinates to take care of each other. He did not discard the magazine and inserted it on the belt behind him. Lynn noticed that he had not completely shot out the bullets in the magazine and replaced it. It should be a safe fighting habit. As for the old magazine with a few bullets, it might be useful to keep it at critical moments.

Leaning sideways against the slope above the canal, Lynn thought that his magazine had twenty bullets, so he was not in a hurry to replace it. Seeing that Pat was trying to look around, he quickly reached out and pressed the other person's shoulder, and quickly took out the metal cigarette box from his pocket. The bottom of it was as bright as a mirror, just used as a simple battlefield periscope. Lynn carefully pinched it with his fingers and raised it upwards. In his chaotic vision, several black shadows were taking advantage of the fact that there was no fire here, and two of them were already next to the overturned car.

Lynn pressed his voice and said, "I will deal with the two on the side of the car, and I will give you the two on the left and the far end."

Pad nodded and took the opportunity to look at the driver who was stopping the bleeding and bandaging his companion.

As he estimated the other party's movement rhythm, Lin Neng whispered: "One...two...three!"

Lynn, who has the titles of "three", has the titles of deputy leader of the German Baath Party, commander-in-chief of the Liberty Regiment and governor of Tromso County, is ace spy lurking in Switzerland for many years, and Pat, who lives a comfortable life, tacitly leaned up and fired in the direction they were staring at. Two mp40 submachine guns burst out with a refreshing sound, and a series of bullets burst out, forming two dotted fire whips in the dim environment. The attackers seemed not the best warriors. They looked too clumsy in the open area, and they did not have enough tacit understanding of each other, but they could grit their teeth and not make painful shouts when they were shot...

Some tacit understanding is innate, but more are cultivated through long-term running-in.

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So quickly entered this site and Linn and Baron Pat got along for a while, but after all, they had never conducted combat training together. In the continuous short shooting mode, the twenty bullets in the magazine were pouring out in a blink of an eye. When the gunshots made a "click" sound, Linn quickly growled: "Remove!"

Pat was not in love with the battle. Before the last few bullets were fired, he then squatted down. The two leaned against the gentle slope above the canal again, and exchanged magazines with completely different actions. When they looked at each other, they gave each other a calm expression.

"The last magazine is here," Pat whispered as he loaded the magazine.

"So too." Lynn replied. When he was stranded in the car, the situation was in crisis and hesitated for a second. Saving his life first. As for whether he would fall into a fierce battle next, that was not something that the normal brain could be concerned about.

Lynn continued to use the bottom of the cigarette box to observe the situation outside, while Pat was greeting his subordinates: "Matz, Gru, how are you?"

Mattz, who was a full-time driver for Lynn during this period, replied: "Gru's right hand broke his bones during the crash, and there is no big problem for the time being."

Gru, who was arranged by Pat to protect Lynn, is a strong and agile young man. He is said to be proficient in shooting and fighting, but the fracture of his usual hand undoubtedly gave him a great discount to his combat effectiveness. He just pretended to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry about me, shooting with his left hand will not be too bad!"

Through the sudden shooting of Lynn and Pat, there was obviously someone who was injured or killed on the attacker. Their actions were slightly slowed down. Then, Lyn saw a dark spot passing through the air, and hurriedly pulled Pat into the canal with his backhand: "Beware of the grenade!"

In a relatively calm state, some experienced combat infantry can throw grenades to the target position like professional players shooting, thus causing direct damage to the enemy without cover. Fortunately, Lynn and others are not facing elite combat infantry. The ovate grenades flew straight through the canal and fell behind, which was no threat other than causing shock shocks to them.

Subconsciously, he judged that the other party would take advantage of the cover of the grenade explosion to launch a fast attack. Lynn supported his body with his knees and ordered Baron Pat first: "Fast Shoot!"

Pat and his two men did not think much, and then Linn stood up, less than 1.5 meters from the bottom of the canal to the top of the slope, which was an ideal temporary trench. Adults could fire on the field between the canal and the road without having to stand upright. However, normal shooting must expose the body above the shoulders, so that the probability of being shot as fast as possible. The moment they poked their heads out of the slope, Linn indeed saw seven or eight attackers bent over here, and it took only a few seconds to cross the distance of about ten meters at their speed. When the gun was hit on their heads, Linn would not be able to do anything.

In the extremely close range battle, the biggest advantage of mp40 is its maneuverability of its fast shooting. Lynn gave up aiming and directly straverse from left to right based on his feelings, and used six or seven bullets as a break point. After this first shuttle, Lynn felt that he had shot at at least one attacker. The muzzle was then slightly translated, and his hands tried to offset the bounce caused by the recoil. His fingers rhythmically pulled the trigger, one shuttle, one shuttle, one shuttle, and the last shuttle directly shot all 32 bullets!

Lynn got up half a beat first, Pat's strafing was still going on while shooting the bullets, and Matz and Gru also threw their pistols into the fire. The attackers' counterattack at this point of seizing time was obviously insufficient. Most of them were hit before they could lie down, and the response to providing fire support from a little further was slightly slower, and the offensive attempt was severely damaged.

Flashing back to the canal, Lynn gasped for excitement, threw down the completely empty magazine and loaded the magazine with a few bullets at the beginning. When Pat and the other three also retracted, he suggested: "Let's retreat east along the canal!"

Pat and the others seemed to have directly regarded this suggestion as a decision. The Baron asked Metz to come back and then called Lynn and Gru, who had injured himself, to act quickly.

Mattz stayed without hesitation. Lynn originally planned to leave the cigarette box for him, but when he saw him take out a grenade from his pocket, he wiped it over without saying anything. He walked along the canal for a distance, and heard two explosions coming from behind him. He also heard Baron Pat urging behind him to "Don't turn back and continue walking." Lynn buried his head and moved forward. After several minutes, he finally left the canal and entered the woodland.

Under the edge of the woods, Pat saw that the enemy was still in the area just now, so he put out several magazines in front of him and quickly concentrated the bullets into one magazine. Lynn's last magazine had a few bullets, saving such trouble and carefully observing the surrounding situation. Although they were on a suburban road, the traffic flow was not small. You could see the lights shaking in the distance, but there was a fire and an explosion here. No one drove to see what happened. There was no mobile phone to call the police at any time. It was estimated that it would take some time for the local police to come.

Lynn was thinking about what to do next, and Gru said in surprise: "Look, Mattz is here, and there are several enemies chasing him and firing!"

As the distance narrows, the figures swaying along the canal are clearer. If you have a rifle in your hand, Lynn is sure to kill those pursuers one by one, but the mp40 is not an ideal choice for accurate shooting. Moreover, once the position is exposed, it may attract attackers from afar. Although the opponent also mainly uses pistols and submachine guns, the shooting accuracy is unsatisfactory, but who knows whether there are machine guns, mortars and other powerful weapons hidden in the truck that have not yet been used.

"You guys are waiting here!" Pat threw this sentence and went to the side. It seemed that he was preparing to respond to Metz from the left side of the canal, but his only magazine had accumulated more than a dozen bullets, which might not be enough to deal with the battle. While Linn was thinking, his eyes soon fell on Gru's pistol. It should be a Colt p39 commonly used by the German army. Although the range and power were far less than that of the Mauser pistol, it was simple and reliable and easy to operate. Seeing that Metz's distance to this side was less than fifty meters, the pursuer would also enter the effective range of the pistol in a moment. Linn wanted to come from Gru, checked the safety and bolt, held the gun in his right hand, held the wrist in his left hand, adjusted his mood, and breathed steadily, used this pistol as a sniper rifle, waited for the target that roughly entered the range to slow down, seized the fleeting opportunity to pull the trigger...

The gunshots were crisp, the trajectory was traceless, and the target suddenly fell down. Lin En's heart was as calm as water, and gently moved the gun. Another pursuer soon appeared in the canal. After estimating the advance measurement in his heart, Lin En opened fire again, but unfortunately this time the bullet was slightly deviated. The man realized the dangerous situation and hurriedly lay down in the canal.

Bang!

Lynn fired three times along the aiming position just now. Although it was difficult to identify the landing point of the bullet, it was enough to delay the pursuer. Soon, Baron Pat, who moved to the new position, opened fire. The vigorous submachine gun knocked down another pursuer closest to Mattez, who soon left the canal and entered the woods.

"It's so deadly!" Mattz said gasping, "I have no bullets!"

"I don't have a spare magazine, there are two more shots in the gun," Gru said, staring at the gun in Lynn's hand.

Lin En joked with joy in pain: "I hope the enemy's confidence is as close to the bottom of the empty space as our ammunition!"
Chapter completed!