Chapter 352: Sniper

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Outside Dunkirk, a dilapidated scene, light smoke rose in front of the church door where the shells were baptized. The collapsed houses and the craters on the ground add a bit of tragic color to this quiet town, so that in addition to the serenity, there is a bit more eschatological mood.
An English soldier leaned out of his head in the corner, glanced around the surroundings cautiously, and then quickly backed away. After two days of fighting, these British soldiers who survived on the front line became more sophisticated. After they learned the power of the German snipers, they dared not move on the streets.
After a while, several British soldiers flashed the broken and collapsed wall with their rifles bowed to their waists. They walked carefully through the street and then got into a building on the other side.
They stepped up the stairs full of debris and debris. Two soldiers remained on the first floor, while the other five soldiers crept to the second floor. Two of them set up a light machine gun on a window, then the other one stood at the door of the room where the window was located, and the other two went to another room.
They set up a simple defensive position, hoping to stop the German infantry who would appear and attack at the street. If they are lucky, they can kill at least 5 German soldiers here, and then quickly move back to the next block. Of course, if they are unlucky, they may only go back three people or even two.
"I heard that the Germans on Dunkirk had blown up the main pier." The two British soldiers on the first floor were only responsible for guarding everyone's retreat, so it seemed that the work was also the most leisurely. One of them at this time The British soldier spoke to his companion while smoking cigarettes.
"I don't know, anyway, the company commander said we will be home soon." The soldier answered.
"It doesn't seem safe to go home," the cigarette soldier said with a sigh. "Ah ... I heard that London has been bombed. Until now we have been passively beaten. What's the matter?"
The soldiers beside him spread their hands and said helplessly: "This time the Germans seem to be much better. I heard my father tell the story of the First World War, and I thought the Germans were just like that! It's more powerful than it says! "
"The Germans attacked! Be careful of the surroundings!" It seems that the machine gun position upstairs first discovered the German soldiers in the distance. The soldier responsible for the broken second floor whispered a reminder upstairs.
The two quickly leaned against the wall, pulled out the bolt and inspected the bullets inside, and then chose a better position to extend their rifle muzzle in the direction of the German attack.
But just as he stretched out the muzzle, above the steeple of the church, under the huge brass bell, a dark muzzle tied with a camouflage cloth piece just happened to point out, pointing to the location where the British soldiers were ambushing.
Under the big clock, a German sniper in a camouflage suit is carefully adjusting his movements. He is afraid that he will be exposed, so the movements are slow and tiny. If you are not staring at the place where he was ambushing, you can hardly see What happened to where he was lying.
Slowly, he aimed the 4x scope on his sniper rifle at the target. The black sight in the scope just hit the head of the target British soldier, but the German sniper did not shoot. He was waiting, long waiting for his opportunity to arrive.
Soon, the German soldiers who attacked in the distance started shooting, seemingly aimless, but still conducting a tentative shot at the suspicious building window in front of them. At this time, the German sniper pulled his trigger.
"Boo!" With a habit of a gunshot, the German sniper felt the against the shoulder and pressed it back heavily, so familiar that he couldn't hear it in the familiar sound-he liked this feeling Because every time this feeling comes, he is telling him a clear fact: there is one less enemy.
The bullet leaped a short distance away, using its sharp body to directly penetrate the thin British helmet, and then steadily drilled into the head of the helmet owner, breaking the skull and confusing the brain, With great energy, he broke a large piece of bone on the other side.
The blood was splashing, and the head of the British soldier who had just talked broke like a watermelon hit by a baseball bat, splashing around the gravel and the ground, leaving a fan-shaped Red area.
Because of the gunshots not far away, this attack did not attract the attention of the British. He did not know that the comrades lying behind him had become a body, and he did not know that his head was being attacked. An enemy is caught in his sight.
The German sniper adjusted his muzzle in a hurry, and soon used the black pointed sight on the scope to cover another British soldier with a cigarette in his mouth. He did not hesitate, just Adjusting his breathing, when his muzzle no longer trembles, he naturally snapped his sniper rifle.
"Boo!" There was another shot, and the sniper felt his familiar shoulder impact again, and heard the loud sound again. The bullet also lived up to the expectations of its owner, once again accurately drilled into the head of the British soldier. Blood splattered again, and one shot was killed.
These German snipers are battle-hardened soldiers. Many of them have participated in the battle of Poland, and many have made contributions in the Netherlands and Belgium. Once they enter the position, they will cause thousands of casualties. Their hordes of fighting in the city disrupted the situation, making the German armored troops not good at street fighting, and became a nightmare for opponents who wanted to use street fighting to hold down the Germans.
Two guns killed two British soldiers. The sniper did not rush to change his position. He pointed his rifle that had shot dozens of people at the window on the second floor, and aimed at it through the curtain. The British machine gunner who was attentively waiting for the timing of the fire. He knew that if this shot was shot, he would really be exposed, and the remaining few British soldiers would immediately give up the position decisively and retreat into the woods behind the town.
But he had to fire, because this machine gun would soon fire, taking away the lives of several or even a dozen German soldiers in an instant. He aimed at his goal and said in his mouth: "I pray to God, be kind, please take the suffering away from me. You send the great heads to us and let us fight forever ... forever ... Help you save the world and return their lives to your arms—if your arms also include hell! Amen!

"Boo!" He pulled the trigger on his gun and fired his deadly third shot. With this shot, the opponent's machine gunman immediately fell into the pool of blood, and the bullet shot from his left eye. He entered his head, and then walked out of his neck.
The blood immediately splattered the deputy shooter next to him. He screamed in shock and screamed on the ground. Then he shouted hysterically: "Sniper! German sniper! Our people were killed! Antonio was killed. Hit! God! "
He was lying on the ground, and began to retreat backwards. The British soldier standing at the door hurried over to help, grabbed his feet and dragged him back away from the window.
In the other room, although everyone consciously moved their body after hearing the shout, a hapless egg was hit by a German sniper, and the bullet passed through his chest. Although he didn't die immediately, he was in that name. There was a slap-like hole in the lungs of the British soldiers-obviously this guy was also saved.
"Retreat! Retreat! Hurry!" The head of the British squad hurriedly shouted, and then the first to exit the room and ran to the stairs. Now that the trace has been found, this ambush becomes meaningless. Staying here can only become the record of the German sniper, so it can only leave this place at the fastest speed.
He rushed down the stairs, and saw two of his soldiers fall to the ground, covered with blood. He didn't stay much, because the German soldiers on the opposite side had rushed up, and the unique sound of the g42 machine gun rang, hitting a place not far from him, and a dust splashed out. He quickly found a remote retreat, which was the window on the other side—although a bit tall. The British squad leader threw the rifle in his hand before climbing up and jumping out of the building.
He landed on his feet and rolled away with a force, and then climbed up in embarrassment, reaching for the follower behind him, the first one jumped down, he helped a hand, and waited for him At that time, the soldier who had just climbed up was shot through the chest with a shot from behind.
The British squad leader who was standing below was splashed with blood on his face, so frightened that he ran away quickly, and even the gun dropped on the ground could not be picked up. The two of them fled all the way to the woods, as if they fled back there, and could temporarily save their lives.
The two of them ran towards it without looking back, and ran breathlessly one after the other. However, there was a gunshot behind him, and the soldier who was running behind was like a huge sack that had lost his soul. He fell down by inertia, rolled on the ground twice, and was motionless.
The British squad leader had to stand still, closed his eyes, and raised his hands. He knew that this time he was fleeing, and he had to surrender in order to save his life. He was terribly nervous. I didn't know whether it was because of violent running or excessive tension. His heart beat very violently.
"Boo!" Another shot-the British squad leader with his hands down fell to the ground, with an incredulous look on his face, followed closely in his consciousness, leaving only the cold And darkness.
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