Three Hundred and Fifty-Two Kills

On the outskirts of Dunkirk, there is a dilapidated scene, and light smoke rises in front of the church door baptized by shells. The collapsed houses and the bomb craters on the ground have added a touch of tragic color to this quiet town, making it a bit more apocalyptic in addition to the tranquility.

A British soldier poked his head out from the corner, scanned his surroundings vigilantly, and then quickly backed away. The two days of fighting made these British soldiers who survived on the front line more experienced. After they experienced the power of German snipers, they no longer dared to swagger on the streets.

After a long while, a few British soldiers came out of the broken and collapsed wall with their rifles on their backs. They walked cautiously across the street and into a building on the other side.

They climbed up the stairs full of sundries and debris. Two soldiers stayed on the first floor, while the other five soldiers tiptoed to the second floor. Two of them set up a light machine gun on a window, and then another man guarded 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 intersection. If they are lucky, they can kill at least 5 German soldiers here, and then quickly shift positions and retreat to the next block. Of course, if they were unlucky, they might only be able to go back three, or even two.

"I heard that the Germans in Dunkirk have already blown up the main pier." The two British soldiers guarding the first floor were only responsible for guarding everyone's retreat, so it seemed that their work was the most leisurely. At this time, one of them The British soldier said to his companions while rolling a cigarette.

"I don't know, anyway, the company commander said that we will be able to go home soon." The soldier replied.

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

The soldiers beside him spread their hands and said helplessly: "The Germans seem to be much stronger this time. I heard my father tell the story of the First World War, and I thought that was the case with the Germans! Only after the fight did I find out, It's more powerful than it says!"

"The Germans are attacking! Pay attention to the surrounding situation!" It seems that the machine gun position upstairs first spotted the German soldiers in the distance, and the soldier responsible for breaking the rear on the second floor whispered a reminder upstairs.

The two quickly leaned against the wall, pulled the bolt to check the bullets inside, and then chose a better position.

He stretched out the muzzle of his rifle in the direction of the German attack.

But just as he stretched out the muzzle, on the steeple of the church, under the huge copper bell, a black muzzle tied with a camouflage cloth also happened to protrude out, pointing at the position where the British soldiers were ambushed.

Under the big bell, a German sniper in camouflage is carefully adjusting his movements. He is afraid that he will be exposed, so his movements are slow and small. Something changed where he lay on his stomach.

Slowly, he aimed the 4x scope on his sniper rifle at the target. The black front sight in the scope was just on the head of the target British soldier, but the German sniper did not shoot. He was waiting, long waiting for his opportunity to come.

Soon, the German soldiers attacking from a distance started shooting, seemingly aimlessly, but they were still shooting tentatively at the windows of suspicious buildings in front of them. At this moment, the German sniper pulled his trigger.

"Boom!" A familiar gunshot sounded, and the German sniper felt the part of the gunstock resting on his shoulders pressed back heavily, so familiar that he couldn't hear the familiar voice in his ears - he liked this feeling , because every time this feeling comes, it tells him a clear fact: there is one less enemy.

The bullet flew over a short distance, directly passed through the thin British steel helmet with its sharp body, and then penetrated into the helmet owner's head with undiminished force, crushing the skull and muddying the brain. With huge energy, it smashed a large piece of bone on the other side.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the head of the British soldier who was chatting just now shattered like a watermelon hit by a baseball bat, splashing on the surrounding gravel and the ground, leaving a fan-shaped red zone.

Because of the cover of the gunshots not far away, this attack did not attract the attention of the British at all. He didn't know that the comrade lying behind him had turned into a bloody corpse, and he didn't know that his head was being crushed. An enemy fits into his front sight.

The German sniper adjusted the muzzle of his gun calmly, and soon used the black pointed sight on the scope to trap another British soldier with a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't hesitate, just While adjusting his breathing, he naturally clicked his sniper rifle when the muzzle of his gun stopped trembling slightly.

"Boom!" Another shot was fired, and the sniper felt the familiar shoulder impact again, and heard the loud and clear sound again. The bullet did not live up to its owner's expectations, and once again accurately penetrated into the head of the British soldier. Blood splattered again, once again killed by a single shot.

These German snipers are elite soldiers who have experienced many battles. Many of them have participated in the Battle of Poland, and many of them have made meritorious service in the Netherlands and Belgium. Once they enter the position, they will cause tens of thousands of casualties. Their hordes of combat power in the city disrupted the situation, making street fighting, which the German armored forces were not good at, and at the same time became a nightmare for opponents who hoped to use street fighting to hold back the Germans.

Two British soldiers were killed with two shots. The sniper was not in a hurry to change his position. He pointed his rifle that had killed dozens of people at the window on the second floor, and aimed at the sniper at the second floor window through the curtain. The British machine gunner concentrated on waiting for the opportunity to fire. He knew that if this shot was fired, he would be really exposed, and the remaining few British soldiers would immediately abandon this position decisively and retreat to the woods behind the town.

But he had to fire, because the machine gun would fire very quickly, taking the lives of several or even a dozen German soldiers in an instant. He aimed at his target and murmured: "I pray to you, God, you are merciful, please take the suffering away from me. You sent the great head of state to us and made us invincible forever... I Help you save the world, and return their lives to your arms—if hell is in your arms! Amen!"

"Boom!" He pulled the trigger on his gun and fired his fatal third shot. With the sound of the shot, the opponent's machine gunner immediately fell into a pool of blood, and the bullet shot through his left eye. Into his head, and out of his body through his neck.

The blood immediately splashed all over the deputy shooter next to him. He screamed in fright, quickly crawled on the ground, and then shouted hysterically: "Sniper! German sniper! Our people are killed! Antonio was killed! Hit! God!"

As he lay on the ground, he began to fall backwards. The British soldier guarding the door rushed to help, grabbed his feet and dragged him back away from the window.

In another room, although everyone moved their bodies subconsciously after hearing the shout, an unlucky guy was hit by a German sniper, and the bullet passed through his chest. The British soldier had a palm-sized hole in his lung lobe - apparently this guy was also hopeless.

"Retreat! Retreat! Quick!" The leading British squad leader hurriedly shouted, and then he was the first to leave the room and ran to the stairs. Now that the traces have been found, this ambush has become meaningless. Staying here can only become the record of a German sniper, so he can only leave this damn place as quickly as possible.

When he rushed down the stairs, he saw two of his soldiers lying on the ground, covered in blood. He didn't stop too much, because the German soldiers on the opposite side had already rushed up, and the unique sound of the G42 machine gun rang out, hitting a place not far from him, splashing a cloud of dust. He quickly found a remote retreat, which was the window on the other side—although it was a bit high. The British squad leader dropped his rifle before climbing up and jumping out of the building.

He fell to the ground with both feet, and rolled over to relieve his strength, then got up wolfishly, and stretched out his hands to catch the subordinates who followed him. The first subordinate jumped down, and he helped him, and waited until he turned back to pick up the third person At that moment, the soldier who had just climbed up was shot through the chest from behind.

The British squad leader standing below was splattered with blood on his face. He was so frightened that he ran away quickly, not even caring about picking up the gun that was thrown on the ground. The two of them fled all the way to the woods, it seemed that if they fled back there, they could temporarily save their own lives.

The two ran towards there without looking back, panting one after the other. However, there was a gunshot in the back, and the soldier running behind was like a huge sack that had lost its soul. It fell down by inertia, rolled twice on the ground, and then remained motionless.

The British squad leader had no choice but to stand still, closed his eyes, and raised his hands. He knew that this time he was doomed, and in order to save his own life, he had to surrender. He was terribly nervous, and he didn't know whether it was because of the violent running or excessive nervousness, his heart was beating very violently.

"Boom!" Another gunshot - the British squad leader with his hands up fell to the ground, with an expression of disbelief and resentment on his face, followed by coldness in his consciousness. and darkness—