: Killing

Seeing some Soviet soldiers running from the middle of the village in a hurry, two "dark night warriors" stopped one after another. They didn't look for cover, and just stood in the gap between the chariots and raised their guns to shoot. The mp44 jumped rhythmically, and the bright yellow tongue of flames burst out from the muzzle. The operator's shoulders slightly frustrated back and moved forward again. The crisp and pleasant gunfire composed a wonderful sound of the battlefield.

If it were an outsider, Lin En would rather listen quietly like this.

But he obviously wasn't.

With his eyes glanced at the right angle fan at 90 degrees, Linn quickly climbed a Soviet tank from the rear of the car with the power of his limbs. Its 500-horsepower diesel engine didn't say a word at the moment, and the closed hatch must have been opened with one pull, but Linn did not do so. He climbed onto the tank just to better see the situation on the battlefield, and at the same time, he shot and killed the Soviet soldiers who were most likely to enter the tank from a high point.

The first target immediately appeared. The guy avoided the "Night Warrior"'s sight and climbed up a T-34 from the front, and drilled into the tank's cockpit very quickly. Due to the obstruction of the turret and barrel, Lynn could only see half of his body. If he was two seconds later, the guy entered the cockpit and closed the hatch, and ordinary bullets would not do anything to him.

In just three days of purgatory, Lynn had given extraordinary calmness. He held the gun, aimed, shot, and several of the most basic movements, and each link was compressed to the shortest time.

The precise bullet directly shot the Soviet soldier. When he died, the upper half of his body was still stuck in the hatch of the cockpit.

It was not just a bravery from where he came from. Lin En was not worried that the Soviet army would shoot him from a distance. He quickly pulled the bolt with his right hand, and at the same time glanced at the changes within a limited range. Several Soviet soldiers who had just climbed onto the body of the tank were killed by the "Night Warriors" who used assault rifles, but dozens of tanks, assault guns and trucks occupied the huge area, and the German soldiers controlled only a corner of the parking area. Seeing the figure of Soviet soldiers appearing on the turret of a tank in the distance, he bent down and was about to open the hatchback in the position of the vehicle. For such a dangerous object, Lin En immediately listed as the primary target of attack, raised his gun, aimed, and shot. The guy responded and planted the turret backwards, and the hatchback that had just been opened was closed again.

Among various models of manual rifles, Lee Enfield of the UK is recognized as the king of fire rate. A well-trained soldier can shoot an astonishing 20 rounds per minute in a rapid shooting state, but this is not practical. With the fastest speed in his life, Lynn can only reach a rate of five or six seconds to complete once every five or six seconds. With the aiming and shooting time, being able to shoot seven rounds per minute is the limit of continuous shooting, and he blindly pursues it.

The shooting speed may affect the shooting accuracy. Lin En has suffered more than once. This time he just spotted a Soviet soldier with quick hands and feet. Seeing that the guy's waist had disappeared from the cockpit, he raised his gun and shot a little quickly - he was still aiming when pulling the trigger. Although he felt a sense of "swinging the gun", the bullet was out of the bore, but a few sparks were sputtered on the body of the tank behind the target, and the guy got into the tank like flying.

Failure with confidence, and annoyance arises from the heart. The lesson was deeply imprinted in my mind. Lin En forced himself to get rid of distracting thoughts and calm his mind. When he raised his gun and aimed at him again, he deliberately spent half an extra second to stabilize his body and hands.

This time, a Soviet tank hand who was slightly fat and finally climbed onto the T-34 turret became Linn's new prey. Although this guy had deliberately lowered his body and lie half on the turret, he was still a very clear target in Mauser's 98kd sight.

Bang...

With a shot that lived up to expectations, Lin En quickly retreated the bullet and loaded it, and then shot another Soviet soldier who had just stepped into the cockpit.

He squatted slightly at the back of the T-34 turret, pulled the bolt open, held the rifle guard in his left hand, and quickly pulled out a row of bullets from the ammunition bag at his waist with his right hand, skillfully and quickly filled the five bullets with the bridge clamp into the bullet cabin. After resetting, he rattled bolts and glanced at the battlefield with a cold gaze. The battle in the middle of the village was approaching, and more and more soldiers rushed to the parking area of ​​the combat and supply vehicles - there were both Soviet soldiers trying to start the chariots and German officers and soldiers following him. The raiders still had the advantage in the scene at this time, while the Soviet side interfered with the two tanks that started first. Just as Lin Neng was about to shoot the gun again, a loud bang came from nearby. Despite the sound of eardrums, he still pulled the trigger unmoved.

In front of his sight, an unarmed Soviet soldier fell down on his back before he had time to climb onto the tank.

boom!

Another deafening explosion sounded behind him. Lin En knew that this was his companion using explosives to destroy Soviet vehicles. He didn't have to turn around and knew that his companions had blasted two tanks first, and the current situation should destroy those Soviet trucks that might have ammunition and oil. Lin En was a little anxious, but it was difficult to get things done by himself, so he had to angrily swear. As the only rifle shooter on the attacking side, his hands were busy for a moment.

"Hey, Sodat!" (German: Hey, Soldier!)

When Lynn squatted down and loaded the bullet for the second time, a very magnetic voice came from the side. When he turned his head, he saw that the tall officer held an mp44 assault rifle in his left and right hands. This posture reminded him of the images of many screen heroes such as Stallone and Schwarzenegger. Could it be that the little leader of the "Dark Night Warrior" was also ready to be a handsome man on the battlefield?

Before Lin Neng could speak, the tall officer threw the assault rifle that was held in his left hand without additional aiming device. Poor Lin Neng held the rifle in his left hand and the bullet in his right hand. There was no spare hand to take the gun. But this mp44 was the weapon he had always dreamed of. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his arms to take the gun, but it was too late. The assault rifle flew into his arms, the cold and hard muzzle hit the bridge of his nose, and the thick wooden buttstock hit the knee...

I got the gun, and my nose and knees hurt.

Seeing Lin En's embarrassing appearance, the tall officer had no time to mock or pity him. He threw another arc magazine without waiting for Lin En to adjust his posture.

After spreading his arms and catching the magazine, Lin Neng seemed to have returned to the football field, facing the opponent's forward's shot high and low. Although it was not professional, with his good reaction and excellent prediction, he also had a proud "goal history" in middle school.

A few seconds ago, he was still using an old manual rifle. Now he was carrying an mp40 on his back and holding a dark mp44 in his arms. The troubles of happiness came so quickly that Lin En had to make a decision. For the unfaithful man, the choice between the yellow-faced woman and the delicate little lover in his family was clear at a glance. Although Lin En was not the kind of kind of person who was indifferent, he could not fight with three guns. Thinking that no matter how good the weapon was, it was just a weapon.

He let go of his hands and let the entire row of 7.92mm rifle bullets fall together with the Mauser rifle that had shot dozens of Soviet officers and soldiers. Then he stuffed the magazine in his arms into his pocket, picked up the mp44 and quickly flattened it. Although he was not sure, he still pulled the bolt back with his right hand. From the corner of his eye, he saw a bullet rolling out of the bolt. All his attention was then focused on the front, leaving only a roar in his heart:
Chapter completed!