Nine Hundred and Forty-Three Sniper King

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"Boom!" A crisp gunshot broke the tranquility of the entire battlefield. Right in the middle of the scope of the middle-aged sniper, the Soviet sniper **** who was holding a rifle was shot, sprayed a bright red mist of blood, and fell limply behind the bunker where he was hiding.

The Soviet sniper's assistant saw his partner shot and fell to the ground. In shock, he simply judged the direction of the bullet's attack. He turned around and crossed the piles of ruins and rubble between the positions. , quickly skimming over those suspicious places.

But before he saw the murderer who killed his partner, another bullet followed. Before he could figure out what happened, a 7.92mm caliber warhead hit his forehead. The bullet, with blood and shattered bones, went through the brain and took life.

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"You said that this sniper has killed 557 Soviet soldiers on the Eastern Front?" In the German headquarters, General Küchler, with an unbelievable expression on his face, snatched it from the hands of the staff officer of the 14th Panzer Army. A short letter of introduction.

"He is simply a natural sniper. He can hit the head of an enemy soldier 600 meters away with one shot. Someone saw him shoot and kill an enemy soldier at a distance of 1000 meters..." The servant who delivered the letter The officer respectfully explained what he knew: "There are very few targets he is eyeing that can escape."

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Before the body of the soldier of the second Soviet sniper team fell to the ground, the middle-aged sniper adjusted his sniper rifle in one direction. Sure enough, there were still two Soviet snipers hiding on the roof of the collapsed bell tower. He shot with great difficulty, and the third bullet traveled a distance of more than 500 meters and accurately hit one of the Soviet soldiers.

The hapless ghost who was shot suddenly lost his balance and rolled down from the sloping tiled roof. With a series of falling tiles, they fell from the height of three stories together. Another Soviet sniper tried to retreat into the building, but another bullet killed him.

The fourth Soviet sniper who was shot in the chest struggled twice, and then hung on the window edge on the roof of the bell tower. His arm shook twice due to inertia, and finally stopped.

In just the blink of an eye, all four Soviet snipers were killed by this seemingly western fantasy-style "down and out knight", and it was so clean and neat, as if there was no trace of tweaking .

"Huh!" Lifting off the rag used to hide his figure, the middle-aged sniper quickly moved to the relatively safe root of the ruins with his rifle in his hand, and after gathering his followers, he quickly walked along the path that had been observed. After a good route, he ran all the way to another surveyed sniper position.

On the Soviet front,

A Soviet sniper who had been concealed heard four shots in the distance. His eyes still didn't move from the scope, but he frowned almost imperceptibly.

Hearing the gunshots, it should not be the Soviet sniper firing. The familiar sound seems to have explained everything - the German sniper is coming, and he is a difficult and powerful character. This experienced Soviet sniper still had no intention of moving, he just aimed his gun at the position where the opponent should appear most, motionless like a stone sculpture.

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"This sniper ace from our country is simply a devil. The probability of his consecutive shots hitting moving targets may be the highest record ever achieved by human beings." The officer from the slave country was full of pride when he spoke, Qu Xi Leer can fully understand the feeling of introducing a national treasure. If there is a master like this in his army, he will also talk about this person's heroic deeds whenever he meets.

"His shooting records of more than 550 people were all done with sniper rifles?" The German staff officer asked suspiciously about the topic he was most interested in.

"Of course not!" The servant police officer replied with a smile: "If other methods are counted, his shooting record may be doubled."

"..." Küchler swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He finally knew that there is still a kind of soldier in the world who can raise the level of killing people to the level of setting a world record—what kind of thousand people are those backward Japanese still fantasizing about? Killing thousands of enemies, there seems to be such a guy in real life, and Küchler is seeing is believing!

What kind of existence is it that can easily kill 557 enemy soldiers? If the soldiers under his command have such abilities, then his army can sweep the entire Soviet Union. But a dream is a dream after all, and Küchler was not stupid enough to rely too much on a certain branch of arms.

"He's not a reckless type! When he encounters trouble, he will reasonably use support and all favorable factors in his hand to gain the initiative." The servant officer who came along chattered like a salesman Bragging about his soldiers: "He is a veritable sniper genius."

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"If I were you, I would shoot a round of mortar shells in any direction! To be honest, I don't have the courage to face-to-face with this kind of master who goes out with a few cover teams, or I don't want to do it when there are alternatives. What a dangerous thing." Panting heavily, the middle-aged sniper said to the German platoon leader, "We should be able to kill him before he escapes."

"The two mortars of the company headquarters are ready according to the coordinates he said, two rounds of salvo, four rounds of shells!" At first, the platoon leader did not believe the words of the middle-aged sniper, but after all, this round of shelling did not surpass him Therefore, he is also willing to provide some help to the friendly forces within his ability. After all, the other party came from afar, so it is not enough to not even satisfy such a request for shelling.

So a short round of shelling began like this. First, two shells landed accurately near the suspicious target, and then two other shells landed closer. The dust blocked the sight. One of the two Soviet snipers was seriously injured by the shelling and almost died here. Although the other still didn't move, he had to give up aiming, closed his eyes and held his breath.

Without any fancy tricks, just taking advantage of the interference of this round of artillery fire, the middle-aged sniper found a suitable position, raised the gun in his hand, and aimed at the opposite position that was already shrouded in smoke.

When the Soviet sniper opened his eyes again, he saw a middle-aged man in a tattered German SS uniform holding a gun on the natural bunker opposite him through his scope. An old Mauser 98k sniper rifle. His fingers subconsciously wanted to touch the trigger, but he found that the other party's muzzle was already shining.

"Damn it!" the Soviet sniper murmured before being shot through the head. Unwillingly, he fell down, allowing his own blood to flow from his hair into the pile of rubble below him, soak into the soil and finally dry up.

On the German position, the platoon leader watched in shock as the middle-aged man carefully retreated from the shooting position to a safe position, and finally couldn't help asking: "How do you know where he is hiding?"

The middle-aged man smiled harmlessly, then put his old Mauser sniper rifle behind his back, and then replied: "Because I have killed many people in this situation, and I have very rich experience." .I hope your artillery fire can be more accurate. If you finish him off, I won't have to fire another round of bullets."

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Küchler finally sat in his office chair and pronounced the name of the legendary Finnish sniper: "Simon Haye." God did not appear on the stage of the Soviet-Finnish War because Akado changed history, but he appeared on the Soviet-German battlefield as a volunteer provided by the Finnish government to Germany, and today he achieved an astonishing record of 562 people shot and killed .

"Such a person should be sent to sniper school instead of being wasted on the battlefield—even if he is a Finn, he shouldn't be wasted on the battlefield like this." Küchler finally spoke, and he took out I want to write a letter of recommendation with my own pen.

However, when he was about to write, the general seemed to have changed his mind: "Wait! Wait! After I occupy all of Stalingrad, I will find a good time to recommend this sniper genius to come back. Berlin. He should have a medal, an Iron Cross of honor!"

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Still in the corner between the low walls on the two ruins, the young servant was tidying up the dilapidated tent. The potato powder mixed with water was still hot on time in the somewhat deformed military lunch box, while the middle-aged man was still sitting on the stone, holding his own lunch box and gobbling mashed potatoes that didn't taste very good. The difference is that this time, there are some vegetable leaves and sliced ​​dry sausages in the unpalatable mashed potatoes.

"Our infantry are all poor people, and we are no match for those armored soldiers and air force pilots who have food and drink." The German platoon leader sitting not far away said with a respectful face: "The whole company has collected such 5 boxes of canned food. Take it, don't think too little."

Simon Heye was not hypocritical, he nodded and accepted the generous gift: "Okay! I'll take it all! The troops of the 1st Division of the Finnish Volunteer Army have a hard life, and I have never seen such a good thing. , take it back for my comrades to taste, thank you."

The little follower came to the German platoon leader, held the can in his arms, smiled, and showed his white teeth.