Nine Hundred and Forty-Two Western Fantasy Style Group of 2

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"They sent you two here?" After checking the documents, the German platoon leader acting as the company commander looked at two soldiers who seemed to have fled from famine. One was wearing a tattered military uniform and was carrying a very old-looking Mauser 98k bolt action rifle. And his assistant also looks like a silly handyman, a typical Western fantasy style partner in Europe and America.

There is a small optical sight on this rifle that does not seem to have a large magnification. It looks like it is just a mass-produced item prepared for ordinary snipers in the German infantry squad. And the little follower only carried an ordinary Mauser 98k rifle, and he carried a full range of odds and ends such as the stove and tent.

"I heard that there are Soviet snipers here, so they asked me to come here. We are a volunteer army, and the weapons of the army are second-hand products that you eliminated. It doesn't matter, but we only took food for three days and left on the road. Two days, so... we need to add some food." The leading sniper said in a unique German accent.

She was dressed like a beggar, but she turned out to be a beggar when she opened her mouth. The German platoon leader looked at the tattered SS uniforms on the two men in front of him. They didn't even have a decent tactical vest. At a glance, they knew that they were "mercenaries" supported by the German slave country. It is conceivable how powerful they are. up.

However, since they are here to support, they must not speak harshly to each other, and the etiquette that should be fulfilled must be thoughtful. So the platoon leader didn't say much, nodded, and shouted to another room: "Hans! Bring two bags of dried potato flour, and pick up two more sausages."

"There's no need for sausages, just give us three bags of potato flour." The man with the sniper rifle smiled, and said to the German platoon leader with a look of astonishment and embarrassment: "After all, we are not here to beg for food." , there is still work to be done.”

He asked his little follower to collect three packs of potato powder, then pointed to the direction of the forward position in the distance, and continued to speak: "I need to know where all of you who were killed by snipers were killed recently ? This information is very important and is related to the formulation of many tactics."

"Okay, they're all around here..." the German platoon leader said while pointing to the partial map behind him.

But his actions were immediately interrupted by the man in his thirties: "Sir! What I mean is that you personally or arrange someone to take us there to see the scene with our own eyes. This is very important to us. One mistake could cost us our lives."

The German platoon leader hung his fingers in the air, and looked back at the man who interrupted him. The other party's eyes were clear and transparent, revealing an indescribable calm. I don't know why, but by accident, he finally opened his mouth and said what he didn't want to say: "I'll take you there right away."

The three of them then walked out of the room, walked around the trench from behind a half wall, and then bent over and walked cautiously forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Some sat in the corner watching them, few people saluted, and no one spoke.

"The first soldier was attacked here." The platoon leader cautiously approached a relatively shallow trench, then pointed to the relatively open area and said, "He was carrying ammunition, and for some reason he straightened up. , so he was hit in the head."

The middle-aged sniper nodded, then changed the place slightly, poked his head out for a moment to look around, and then shrank back: "Okay, let's go to the next place where the accident happened."

One by one, the three of them walked almost all the positions held by the remaining 82 people of the company. After looking at the positions of several German soldiers who were killed by Soviet snipers, the middle-aged snipers squeezed out again. A smile came, and then he said: "Thank you, Mr. Lieutenant, we probably understand everything we want to know."

"You guys, when will you act?" the platoon leader asked.

The middle-aged sniper replied with some embarrassment: "You know, we snipers may not move for a day, so I don't know exactly when to do it... But if I still haven't reported to you after three days If it progresses, I think you need to apply for a better sniper from above to deal with the tricky things around here."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged sniper took his little follower carrying all kinds of daily necessities, walked out of the trench, turned a few street corners, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Hey, platoon leader... Isn't it the rule that when troops like ours apply for snipers, they should send German snipers to help?" A sergeant whispered to the German platoon leader who had sent away the guests: "Why this time? Is it from a slave country?"

The platoon leader shrugged his shoulders and replied helplessly: "You ask me, I don't know why. But since we are here, let's be careful and wait for news."

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"The platoon leader didn't tell the truth, or in other words, two of the positions he said were wrong." The middle-aged sniper carried his old Mauser 98k sniper rifle on his back, and pointed at him as he walked. My assistant muttered: "The first soldier should have been killed by a Soviet sniper hiding in the half-collapsed bell tower over there... The position is good, the distance and angle are just right, and the opponent is an expert."

The attendant found a corner between two ruined walls and put down all the bits and pieces he was carrying, and then began to build a broken tent with patches. In this place full of rubble and corpses, this tent seemed to have upgraded itself The function of camouflage camouflage is average, and it looks like a pile of tatters in the corner from the outside.

Turning on the stove, the general's lunch box was placed on top of the alcohol stove, and then the little attendant calmly turned on the kettle and poured water into the lunch box. His movements were extremely skillful, and he quickly prepared a meal of mashed potatoes, and the two sat on the rocks like this, gobbling it up.

"Then we'll go back after we finish eating." Finally, the little follower said such a sentence very spinelessly.

"Well, find a place to shoot a few casually after eating, and we'll leave." The middle-aged sniper nodded, seeming to agree with the little follower's words. After saying this, he continued to gobble down the unpalatable German mashed potatoes as if he was afraid that others would eat too much.

The little follower who came up with the idea of ​​going back was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the middle-aged sniper with a thick beard, his eyes were full of doubts and inquiries, but he still didn't speak after all, just followed the middle-aged man. Rhythm, also quickly swallowed.

He didn't choose several commonly used sniper positions on the German side, because no matter what the followers suggested, the middle-aged man just refused to set his position in these positions. He stubbornly chose an inconspicuous collapsed building, and carefully arranged his sniper position there.

In this building where only a corner of the second floor remained, the middle-aged sniper silently aimed his gun at a building he had observed for a long time from a gap, then he stopped moving and slowly The mobile scope is searching for relatively suspicious targets.

Soon, he found two very suspicious places. On the suspicious building opposite, the curtain in front of a window swayed back and forth with the wind, and a vague black shadow could be seen behind it. Something; another dangerous target is on the roof of a building where there is a splintered statue that looks like a very well placed shot.

"Killing ordinary infantry is extremely uneconomical. There is only one explanation for why the Soviet snipers did this." The middle-aged sniper seemed to be talking to himself, pulling the bolt on the sniper rifle gently and slowly with his hand, Load the bullet into the gun: "That's what you have to tell the German snipers who came to find you that you are on the opposite clock tower!"

After loading the bullets and getting ready to shoot, the middle-aged sniper slowly moved his muzzle, pointing the dark muzzle bit by bit at the window where the curtains were flying in the distance: "So it is appropriate for you to leave it to me." The sniper position, waiting for me to go up and aim the gun at the clock tower - but you are waiting for me here with a sniper rifle... a very clever trap."

While muttering, he pressed his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle, then he was taken aback for a moment, then slowly crawled out from the position he had just been in, and retreated until he reached the stairs before getting up in embarrassment. The servant squatting at the stairs with a gun in his hand saw that he had retreated without firing a shot, with a look of contempt on his face.

"I just don't feel comfortable lying on my stomach in this position." The middle-aged sniper smiled sheepishly, then walked down the stairs to the end of the ruins, and found a picture in an inconspicuous corner. Covering himself with a rag, he simply raised his rifle.

Then he found two Soviet snipers in ambush from a more concealed position, one of them was holding a brand new sniper rifle, aiming at the second-floor building where he had ambushed just now.

"You really treat me like a dish, you can eat it if you want?" the middle-aged sniper muttered, and pressed the core of the crosshair of the scope on the Soviet sniper, who was unaware of the imminent danger, and then Suddenly pulled the trigger.

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In the military headquarters of the German 14th Panzer Army, the chief of staff frowned and stared at the recommendation letter from the friendly army. He felt that there was no need to disturb the command organization of the army level by sending a sniper to help in the battle. A rookie from the slave kingdom.

But after he read the letter of recommendation, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the officer delivering the letter: "Is everything in this letter true?"