Chapter 942: Western Fantasy Style Duo

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"They sent the two of you?" After checking the documents, the German platoon leader of the acting company commander looked at the two soldiers who were like fleeing. One person was wearing a tattered military uniform and was carrying an old-looking one. Mauser 98k bolt rifle. And his assistant seems to be a silly messy character, a typical European and American Western fantasy style partner.
This rifle has a small optical sight that does not seem to have a large magnification. At first glance, it is just a mass production color prepared for ordinary snipers in the German infantry class. But the little chaperone only carried a common Mauser 98k rifle, and the stove, tent, etc. were scattered on his back.
"I heard that there are Soviet snipers here, so they called me over. We are volunteers, and the weapons of the troops are the old goods you eliminated, it does n’t matter, but we only took three days of food and left. Two days, so ... we need to add something to eat. "The headed sniper said in a unique German accent.
He wore it like a meal, and it turned out to be a meal. The German platoon leader looked at the ruined SS military uniforms on the two people in front of him, and he did n’t even have a decent tactical vest. At first glance, he knew that it was a
mercenary
supported by the German servants. How could the combat power be imagined Too.
However, since they are here to support, they can't always speak wickedly, and the amount of gifts that should be done must still be thorough. So the platoon leader didn't say much, nodded, and shouted into the other room: "Hans! Take two bags of dried potato flour and pick up two sausages."
"Sausages are not necessary, just give us three bags of potato flour." The man with the sniper rifle smiled and said to the German platoon leader with an embarrassed expression on his face: "After all, we are not here to ask for food , There is still work to be done. "
He asked his little companion to collect three packs of potato flour, then pointed to the direction of the forward position in the distance, and continued to say: "I need to know where you were killed by the sniper recently. ? The intelligence is very important and related to the preparation of many tactics. "
"Yes, they are near here ..." the German platoon leader said while pointing to the local map behind him.
But his movements were immediately interrupted by the man in his thirties: "Sir! I mean you personally or arrange someone to take us to see the scene with your own eyes. This is very important for us, It is possible that a mistake will cost us our lives. "
The German platoon leader hung his fingers in the air and looked back at the man who interrupted himself. The other person's eyes were clear and transparent, revealing an unspoken calm. I do n’t know why. The ghost made a difference. He finally spoke, saying what he did n’t want to say:
I will take you here.

The three of them then walked out of the room, from behind a half-wall to the trench, and then bent forward carefully and walked deeper and shallower, some passing German troops were closing their eyes and resting, some sat Watching them in the corner, few people salute, and no one speaks.
"The first soldier was attacked here." The platoon leader approached the shallow trench carefully, then pointed to the open area and said: "He was carrying ammunition, and he straightened up for no reason. , So I was hit in the head. "
The middle-aged sniper nodded, then changed his head a little, leaned out his head and looked around for a moment, then shrank back: "Okay, let's go to the next place where the accident happened."
One by one, three people walked through almost all positions held by the remaining 82 people. After reading the positions of the German soldiers killed by Soviet snipers, the middle-aged snipers once again squeezed out. A smile came before saying, "Thank you, Mr. Lieutenant, we probably knew everything we wanted to know."
"You guys, when will you act?" The platoon leader asked.
The middle-aged sniper replied a little embarrassedly: "You know, we snipers may not move a day, so I don't know exactly when to do it ... but if I still don't report to you after three days As you progress, I think you need to apply for a better sniper to deal with the tough things around here. "
Having finished speaking, the middle-aged sniper took his little chaperone carrying various daily necessities, got out of the trenches, turned a few street corners, and disappeared into everyone's vision.
"Hey, the platoon leader ... Isn't the rule to send a German sniper to help when a unit like ours applies for a sniper?" A sergeant whispered to the German platoon leader who sent away the guests: "How come this time Is it a servant country? "
The long line shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly replied: "You ask me, I don't know what it is. But since we are here, let's be more careful and wait for the news."
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"The platoon leader didn't tell the truth, or two of the positions he said were wrong." The middle-aged sniper carried his old Mauser 98k sniper rifle while walking while facing His assistant whispered, "The first soldier should have been killed by a Soviet sniper hiding in the collapsed bell tower over there ... That was a good location, the distance and angle were just right, and the other party was an expert."
He found a corner between the two ruined walls and put down the bits and pieces he was carrying. Then he started to build a broken tent with patches. This place is full of gravel and corpses. This tent seems to have upgraded itself. The function of camouflage camouflage is general. From the outside, it is just a pile of broken corners.
Opened the stove, put the military lunch box on the alcohol stove, and then the little servant unscrewed the kettle and poured water into the lunch box. His movements were so skillful that he quickly prepared a mashed potato meal, and the two of them sat on the stones and gorged on them.
"Let's go back after eating." Finally, the little classmate said so indifferently.
"Well, just fire a few shots in a place after eating, and we'll go." The middle-aged sniper nodded, and seemed to agree with the little follower. After saying this, he seemed to be afraid of eating more, and continued to devour the unhealthy German mashed potatoes.
The little follower who wanted to go back for a moment was stunned, and then looked at the middle-aged sniper with a thick beard stubble. His eyes were full of doubts and inquiries, but he still didn't open his mouth, just followed the middle-aged. The rhythm is also swallowed quickly.
I didn't choose a few commonly used sniper positions on the German side, because no matter what the follower suggested, middle-aged people would not set their positions in these positions. He stubbornly chose a humble collapsed building, where he carefully arranged his sniper position.
In this building with only one corner left, the middle-aged sniper silently pointed the muzzle from a gap to a building he had observed for a long time, and then he stopped moving, slowly 'S mobile sight, searching for relatively suspicious targets.
Soon, he found two very suspicious places. On the opposite suspicious building, the curtains in front of a window swayed back and forth with the wind, and behind the vaguely dark shadows were vaguely visible. Something; another dangerous target is on the roof of the building, where there is a broken statue, and it looks like the shooting position is very good.
"It is extremely uneconomical to kill ordinary infantry. The Soviet sniper did this with only one explanation." The middle-aged sniper seemed to be talking to himself, pulling the bolt of the sniper rifle gently and slowly with his hand. Put the bullet on the barrel of the gun: "That's what you want to tell the German sniper who came to you, you are on the bell tower opposite!"
After the bullet was loaded and ready for shooting, the middle-aged sniper slowly moved his muzzle, aiming the dark muzzle at the window where the curtains were flying in the distance: "So you left me the right The sniper position is waiting for me to point the gun at the clock tower and you are waiting for me with a sniper rifle here ... a clever trap. "
He murmured and pressed his finger against the trigger of the sniper rifle, and then he was suddenly stunned, and then slowly crawled out from his previous position, all the way back to the stairway, before climbing up unconsciously. The squat squatting on the stairs with a gun saw him step back without shooting, a look of contempt.
"I just think it's not very comfortable to lie down in this position." The middle-aged sniper smiled embarrassedly, and then went down the stairs to the end of the ruins, looking for a picture in an obscure corner Covering himself with rags, he simply raised his rifle.
Then he found two ambushing Soviet snipers from a more concealed location. One of them held a brand new sniper rifle and aimed at the second-story building where he had just ambushed.
"Really take me as a dish, you can eat it if you want to?" The middle-aged sniper whispered, pressing the core of the crosshairs of the sight on the Soviet sniper who was unaware of the danger, and then Suddenly pulled the trigger.
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In the headquarters of the 14th German Armored Force, the chief of staff frowned at the recommendation letter from the friendly army. He felt that sending a sniper to help combat did not need to disturb the commanding organs at this level. What about the rookie of the servant country?
But after he read the letter of recommendation, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the officer who sent it: "Is the letter said true?"