Chapter 352

Outside Dunkirk, a scene of dilapidated, shell baptism in front of the church door, smoke curling up. The collapsed houses and craters on the ground add a tragic color to this quiet town, which makes it more of an end of life mood besides serenity.

A British soldier poked his head out in the corner, scanned the surrounding environment vigilantly, and then quickly backed back. After two days of fighting, the British soldiers who survived on the front line became more sophisticated. After learning the power of German snipers, they did not dare to move on the street.

After a while, several British soldiers with rifles on their backs flashed out of the broken and collapsed wall. They carefully crossed the street and got into a building on the other side.

Two soldiers stayed on the first floor, while the other five crept to the second floor. Two of them set up a light machine gun on one of the windows, then another stood by the door of the room where the window was, 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 corner. If they were lucky, they could kill at least five German soldiers here, then quickly move to the next block. Of course, if they are not lucky, they may only be able to go back three people, or even only two.

"I heard that the Germans at Dunkirk had blown up the main dock." The two British soldiers on the first floor are only responsible for guarding everyone's retreat, so it seems that their work is more leisurely. At this time, one of the British soldiers said to his companions while smoking cigarettes.

"I don't know. Anyway, the company commander said we would be home soon." The soldier replied.

"It doesn't seem safe to go home." The cigarette soldier sighed and said, "Alas... I heard that London has been bombed. Up to now, we have been passively beaten. What's the matter?"

The soldiers around him spread out their hands and said helplessly: "it seems that the Germans are much more powerful this time. I heard my father tell the story of the first World War and thought that's what happened to the Germans! As a result, I know it's much more powerful than what I said! "

"The Germans are attacking! Watch out for the surroundings It seems that the machine gun position upstairs was the first to find the German soldier in the distance, and the soldier who was responsible for the disconnection on the second floor quietly reminded him.

The two men quickly leaned against the wall, pulled off the bolt, checked the bullets inside, and then chose a better position to stretch out their rifles in the direction of the German attack.

But just as he held out the muzzle of his gun, above the church spire and under the huge bronze bell, a black muzzle with camouflage cloth strapped on it also happened to come out, pointing to the position where the British soldiers were lying in ambush.

Under the big bell, a German sniper in camouflage clothes is carefully adjusting his movements. He is afraid that he will be exposed, so his movements are slow and small. If you don't deliberately stare at his ambush place, it's hard to see what changes have taken place in his prone place.

Slowly, he aimed the quadruple sight on his sniper rifle at the target. The black sight in the sight was just on the head of the target British soldier, but the German sniper didn't shoot. He was waiting for his chance.

Soon, the German soldiers who attacked in the distance began to shoot, seemingly aimless, but they were still shooting tentatively at the suspicious building window in front of them. At this point, the German sniper pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" With a habitual gunshot, the German sniper felt the butt of the gun against his shoulder and pressed back heavily. He knew that the familiar sound could not ring in his ears. He liked this feeling, because every time this feeling came, he was telling him a clear fact: there was another enemy missing.

The bullet flew over a short distance, directly through the thin British Helmet with its sharp body, and then penetrated into the head of the owner of the helmet, smashing the skull, muddling the brain, and smashing the large bone on the other side with great energy.

The blood splashed, and the head of the British soldier who was chatting just now broke like a watermelon hit by a baseball bat, splashing on the surrounding gravel and the ground, leaving a fan-shaped red area.

Because the gunfire was not far away, this attack did not attract the attention of the British. He did not know that the comrade in arms lying behind him had become a corpse with blood on his face, and he did not know that his head was being trapped into his sight by an enemy.

The German sniper adjusted his muzzle in no hurry, and soon caught another British soldier with a cigarette in his mouth with the black sharp sight on the sight. He did not hesitate, but adjusted his breathing. When his muzzle no longer trembled, he naturally buckled his sniper rifle.

"Bang!" Another shot, the sniper once again felt his familiar shoulder impact, once again heard the loud sound. The bullet did not live up to its owner's expectations, and once again accurately penetrated the British soldier's head. Another spatter of blood, another shot.

These German snipers are elite soldiers who have experienced many battles. Many of them have participated in the war in Poland, and many of them have made contributions in Holland and Belgium. Once they enter the position, they will cause thousands of casualties. They are fighting in groups in cities to disrupt the situation, which makes the German armored forces not good at street fighting, At the same time, it has become a nightmare for opponents who want to use lane wars to hold back the Germans. Two guns killed two British soldiers. The sniper was not in a hurry to change his position. He pointed his rifle, which had killed dozens of people, at the window on the second floor, and across the curtain aimed at the British machine gunner who was concentrating on waiting for the time to fire. He knew that if this shot was fired, he would really be exposed, and the remaining British soldiers would immediately resolutely give up the position and retreat to the woods behind the town. But he had to fire, because the machine gun would soon fire, taking the lives of several or even a dozen German soldiers in an instant. He aimed at his goal and said, "I pray to God that you will take the suffering away from me. You will send the great Fuehrer to us, let us invincible forever... I help you save the world, and send their lives back to your arms - if your arms also include hell! Amen“ Bang He pulled the trigger of his gun and fired his third lethal shot. With the sound of the shot, the other party's machine gunner immediately fell into a pool of blood. The bullet went into his head from his left eye, and then went out of his body from his neck. Blood immediately splashed on the side of the Deputy shooter, he screamed, quickly crawled on the ground, and then hysterically cried out: "sniper! German sniper! Our men are dead! Antonio is hit! God As he lay on the ground, he began to retreat backward. The British soldier at the door came to help, grabbed his feet and dragged him back away from the window. In the other room, although everyone moved their bodies subconsciously after hearing the shouting, a bad luck guy was hit by a German sniper, and the bullet went through his chest. Although he was not killed immediately, he left a palm sized hole in the lung lobe of the British soldier - obviously, this guy was no longer saved“ Retreat! Retreat! Come on The head of the British squad leader quickly cried, and then the first out of the room, run to the stairs. Now that the trace has been found, the ambush will become meaningless. Staying here can only become the record of German snipers, so we can only leave this damned place as soon as possible. He rushed down the stairs and saw two of his own soldiers fall to the ground, bloody. He didn't stay much, because the German soldiers on the opposite side had already rushed up, and the unique sound of G42 machine gun sounded, which hit him not far away and splashed a piece of dust. He quickly found a remote retreat, which is the other side of the window - although a little high. The British monitor dropped his rifle before climbing up and jumping out of the building. He fell to the ground with both feet, and then rolled over to remove his strength. Then he got up and reached out to pick up the man behind him. The first man jumped down and helped him. When he went back to pick up the third man, the soldier who had just climbed up was shot through the chest from behind. Standing below, the British monitor was so scared with blood on his face that he ran away. He didn't even care to pick up the gun on the ground. The two of them fled all the way to the woods, as if they could save their lives temporarily. Two heads did not return to the run toward there, one before and one after panting has been running. However, with a gunshot, the soldier who ran behind him was like a huge sack that had lost his soul. He fell down with inertia and rolled on the ground for two times, then he didn't move. The British monitor had to stand still, closed his eyes and raised his hands. He knew that he was doomed this time. In order to save his life, he had to surrender. He was so nervous that he didn't know whether it was because of the fierce running or the excessive tension. His heart beat very hard“ Bang Another shot - the British squad leader with his hands up fell to the ground with an unbelievable and resentful look on his face, followed by cold and darkness in his mind------------------ Three days in a row plus more, please recommend tickets, monthly tickets! Your support is the greatest power of Longling! For the Empire!