The firelight is the best background. Under the burning flames, the Russian soldiers are simply living targets.

Simon Haye aimed again at a Russian soldier who was squatting on the ground. This guy was holding a gun and was trying to find the shooter.

"Bang!" Another shot, the powerful bullet passed through his chest, bringing out a huge pool of blood.

In fact, snipers don't always like to hit the head. What causes this illusion is that those who are hit in the head hide their bodies.

What snipers like most is to hit someone in the chest. This wide area contains various organs. As long as one hit is made, the person will be seriously injured.

And because the front is wide, it is very helpful for improving the hit rate.

At least Simon Haye likes to shoot his enemies in the chest or back.

Gently pull the bolt and load another round.

The Russian troops all lay on the ground, vigilantly searching for suspicious figures in front of them.

Maybe with such poor visibility, they couldn't see Simon Haye 200 meters away.

"Bang!" Another sniper took action.

Tonight, Moshe Dayan dispatched his best sniper team.

There were fifteen people in total, and they were all the most accurate shooters.

The sound of gunfire continued to echo in the forest, and almost every bullet would take away the life of a Russian soldier.

The Russian army was a little confused, and they fired aimlessly in all directions.

There was a guy with a gun that fired continuously, and the muzzle flash of his gun could be clearly seen in the darkness.

This guy also died the fastest. The muzzle flash successfully attracted the attention of three snipers.

Within a matter of two or three seconds, he was shot three times.

"Ah...!" The comrades around him were shot one after another, and a Russian soldier finally couldn't stand the torture of such death.

He stood up and rushed forward like crazy, his sharp bayonet reflecting the light of the flames.

Wearing heavy cotton clothes, he looked a little bloated and his steps were very clumsy.

This was basically courting death. Simon Haye couldn't see clearly how many bullets had hit him.

Just seeing this guy, he fell to the ground like a thick log.

The furious Russian soldiers still shot aimlessly, but this time no one dared to stand up.

Simon Haye was a little excited. He had shot and killed at least ten Russian soldiers tonight. Calculated, he could almost get a reward of ten silver coins.

The Russian soldiers over there shouted, and everyone stood up and ran back as hard as they could.

Simon Haye shot at the fastest speed and killed two Russian soldiers, which increased his results today to twelve.

Slowly crawling backwards, and finally disappearing into the darkness.

"Hey! Pervas, how many have you killed today?" In the early morning, everyone returned to a cave five kilometers away.

This is their temporary stop!

"Eight, how about you Simon Haye." Pervas replied proudly.

"Twelve!" Simon Haye placed the gun against the stone, sat on the stone, took out a piece of dried meat and started to chew on it.

"Oh! You killed twelve, that's amazing." Pervas gave a thumbs up in admiration.

The snipers returned to the cave one after another, and everyone was very excited.

After all, there was quite a harvest last night. They came here from far away Northern Europe just to make money.

For them, besieging the Russian army is similar to hunting. The only difference is probably that they can get more money by besieging the Russian army.

At dawn, Vatutin came to the front of this hillside.

Eighty-two corpses of Russian soldiers lay scattered on the hillside!

Only two people were seriously injured because they stepped on landmines and had their feet blown off. Another person was burned alive!

All the remaining people were killed with one shot!

Not many people were shot in the head. Most people were shot in the chest or back.

There were many people who had been shot more than once. A soldier lying on the ground had six bullet holes in his body.

"Damn it!" Seeing the corpses of his soldiers scattered all over the hillside, Vatutin was so angry that he kicked a tree.

Not a single enemy was killed, or to be exact, not a single enemy was seen. Actually, more than 80...not 90 people were killed.

No one in the squad that was hit by the mortar survived until dawn.

"Commander, we have to walk at least four to five days to reach Grozny.

The subordinates felt that they could not continue like this.

If we continue walking into the mountains, if something happens, I'm afraid...!"

Schwarzkopf has some tough advice.

“Fart! How did the Chechens get out of the Caucasus Mountains?

Could it be that the Chechens can leave but our proud Russian warriors cannot?"

Schwarzkopf's advice was so harsh in my ears.

This reminded Vatutin of Tumenov's face. Now this confidant looked as annoying as Tumenov.

There will always be sacrifices in war. The Chechens must not dare to compete with themselves, so they would come up with such a little trick.

He has more than 22,000 men under his command, so what if 80 of them die?

We can reach Grozny in a few days, and as long as we destroy that bullshit fortress in one fell swoop, all criticism will disappear by then.

What happened today can only prove that my persistence is right.
Chapter completed!