Chapter 429

This young German sniper has incomparable self-confidence, because he was born in the Hunter class of German sniper school, and can be regarded as the elite of Sniper School. German snipers are divided into two major schools. One is the noble hunting talent school. These people are mainly from hunters or nobles who hunt all the year round. They have excellent shooting skills and noble status; One group is the snipers who graduated from the German sniper school. They are generally like killing machines. They strictly implement the skills and tactics in the sniper book and kill the enemy efficiently.

When he kept shooting, the soldier who was in charge of covering him with a Mauser 98K rifle had skillfully stuffed his clothes into his backpack, crushed out the fire on the alcohol block, picked up the mess, and was ready to retreat.

"Hey! I'm ready! Do you want to retreat barefoot? " The assistant whispered. While shouting, leaning against the broken window, he raised his Mauser rifle to the British soldier in the distance: "I'll cover you, put on your shoes quickly!"

The sniper ran out of the second clip, retreated to the only half of the room, and put his shoes on his feet with the same quick action. By the time he put on his shoes, the assistant had already fired his first shot.

He skillfully hit a British soldier not far away who happened to see him, then squatted down to pull the bolt, pulled out of the hot cartridge case, and reloaded the bullet. The British apparently found out where he was, and the window was shrouded in white smoke.

"I'm fine! Retreat The sniper yelled after tying his shoelaces, then picked up his backpack and jumped off the collapsed outer wall on the other side, while his assistant, bending over, retreated from the same place.

Just when the British found the position of the German sniper and fired at the deserted building with long guns and short cannons, a deputy shooter was helping to press the long chain of bullets on the G42 machine gun in a hidden German machine gun position not far away. He was adept in his movements. After two rounds of loading, he lay on the edge of the crater and picked up his Mauser 98K rifle.

"Ahead, 70 meters! British infantry. " "I'm aiming for the first one on the left," he said in a low voice

"Leave the rest to me!" The gunner raised his mouth, put his shoulder against the butt of the gun and pulled the trigger. G42 roared and made a unique continuous sound. The bullet chain was quickly pulled into the barrel of the machine gun, and the cartridge case fell to the ground not far away like raindrops, making a clear jingle.

The British did not expect that a German machine gun team would be ambushed on the flank. They were still firing at the sniper's ambush position. They suddenly felt that the other side's bullets were coming like raindrops. It was too late to hide.

A British soldier was knocked down in an instant, and the soldier not far away from him was hit by a bullet before he recovered. The British soldier in the back saw the scene that the bullet hit the ground and jumped into the distance. Before he could avoid it, he felt that his knee and stomach were hit by the bullet almost at the same time, as if he had been broken by a hammer.

He screamed and fell to the ground, looking at his stomach and thighs gushing bright red blood, watching the British soldier behind him was shot through the neck, fell to the ground and covered his mouth, trying to stop the blood from the artery from gushing out of his mouth.

The poor British soldier tried to cover his stomach, only to find that his hands were full of blood. He pressed his stomach with his hand and found that there seemed to be more than one hole. The shooting speed of G42 machine gun was too high, so even strafing could make every poor target hit by several bullets at the same time.

He didn't know if something was wrong with him. He didn't seem to feel much pain after such a heavy injury. Half raised his head, struggling to sit up from the ground, but found blood gushing from the waist between the abdomen more.

"Medical guard! Medical guard! I've been hit Don't know where the power, let him shout, he tried to see everything around, but found himself in front of the bodies of British soldiers everywhere.

Not far away from him, at the corner of a corridor, several British soldiers were making some gestures to him, which might mean to ask him not to move. Because the machine gun bullet hit the wall near those people and splashed a piece of dust, he couldn't see clearly, so he tried harder to raise his head.

"Help me! Help me! I... "He struggled and wanted to shout out, but forced several holes in his belly to spurt more blood. The comrades in arms at the opposite corner seem to be very anxious. They are trying to make gestures to calm themselves down.

"Bang!" With a clear gunshot, the British soldier felt something hit his helmet heavily. Then his eyes became dark. His mind was full of thoughts and liquid like things diffused from his face. His whole head fell on the ground full of warm liquid, and everything ended like this.

Not far away, the German soldier opened the bolt to reload his rifle. He just aimed at a wounded soldier who was lying on the ground struggling and broke the head of the unfortunate man with one shot. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong, but he felt that if one day he lay on the ground and looked at his blood like a fountain, he would want someone to break his head.

He felt that he was so kind that he could waste a bullet for a mortal enemy. If it were someone else, it might be more willing to watch the British soldier struggling with the flu and dying. What did the Fuehrer say? We should keep a low profile. Whoever blocks us will be shot. In the distance, the gunfire became more and more intense. Two German snipers who jumped down the second floor and climbed up another broken wall once again found their ambush position. They guarded the front and shot several British soldiers who sneaked into the street. Then they hummed and put on the folding stove and lit the alcohol block. The machine gun team moved their positions at about the same time. They left the bodies of more than a dozen British soldiers, bent back into a narrow alley with machine guns and ammunition boxes. The Germans have paid enough tuition in the street battle in Norwich a few days ago. Now they are more familiar with the plants and trees here. They wander in the streets and lanes, fire fiercely at the British soldiers who rush into the encirclement circle, and then disappear into the ruins and debris after pouring a wave of ammunition, without any drag. The British retaliation cannon began to shake the Norwich land, which had been in ruins, leaving a huge crater on the streets and buildings. The German soldiers were lying on the ground to endure the attack of the British artillery, squinting their eyes, waiting for the splashing soil to hit their face, while leisurely lighting cigarettes and puffing smoke. One after another explosion, one after another puff of black smoke. The rolling sound of gunfire and the fierce wind roared. The second battle for Norwich began. Both sides had to invest more troops in a ruined city and send their limited reserves to the battlefield. Whether the division commander of the 1st Infantry Division, the commander of the 1st Infantry army, the commander of group a army, randstadt, the chief of general staff of the army, or even the head of the army, akkado - everyone knows that Norwich is just a starting point, and every British city in the future will be filled with people and lives, and there will be a river of blood.