Chapter 528 Pulling the Bolt (Update 2481)

Chapter 528: Pull the big bolt (update 24/81)

Nelly actually received a Mosin-Nagant rifle.

Then she regretfully discovered that even though she was eighteen years old, she was still not as tall as a rifle.

After thinking for a moment, she removed the bayonet so that she was barely taller than the rifle.

The chief of staff who issued the gun to her had a serious expression: "We naval infantry do not have optical sights here, you can only get used to mechanical sights."

"I'm very used to it," Nellie said. "When I hunt rabbits, I use a mechanical sight."

The old chief secretary looked at Nellie suspiciously: "When the general and the former crown prince hunted, were you really the one doing the hunting?"

"Yeah." Nelly nodded.

"Okay, here, take these clothes and this military uniform. This is the smallest military uniform we can find here."

"I'll be fine in my maid outfit."

"No, it's too conspicuous."

Nelly pointed to the mud spots on her skirt: "It won't take long for the white to turn into the color of mud, don't worry."

The old secretary sighed: "Even a girl like you has to wallow in the mud. The war is really hateful, and the invaders are so hateful."

Nelly didn't answer, she lowered her head to check the bullets issued to her.

At this time, the naval infantry brigade commander with the rank of brigadier general came over: "Are you the general's orderly? Come to the brigade headquarters to help make coffee."

"No, I want to fight the Prosens and be with the soldiers." Nellie said coldly, "I am just a hired worker and not under your command."

"Theoretically, even a rabbit in this position is under my command." The brigade commander stopped and watched Nellie skillfully inspect the barrel of Mosin Nagant's gun.

The old division chief next to him said: "She may be a better fighter than most of our new recruits. Don't worry, brigade commander."

"How can I rest assured? When General Rokossov asked about it afterwards, I said your orderly..." At this time, there was a whistling sound in the sky.

Nellie threw herself directly against the trench wall, reacting faster than the brigade commander and the old chief of staff.

The brigade commander lay down and shouted: "Conceal! The bombardment is coming, take cover!"

The shells fell, but they didn't shake the mountains as much as expected.

The brigade commander raised his head: "What's going on? There's no heavy artillery? It feels like the largest tube is only 105 mm."

In fact, the 105mm howitzer is powerful enough. Maybe the navy infantry has a different understanding of the caliber of the cannon than the army. After all, they are the navy. The 105mm gun can only be used as a fire stick on a warship. The main gun of a destroyer has it. 127mm.

The shelling lasted for 20 minutes, which was indeed a bit short in terms of firepower preparation.

And the density of falling bullets is not too high.

Nellie got up and looked down at the maid's uniform. Sure enough, the white color had almost disappeared. With another shelling, she would be able to blend into the position.

The brigade commander seemed to want to persuade Nelly, but the observation post in the distance shouted: "Tank! The enemy tank is approaching!"

Then the roar of the engine penetrated everyone's ears.

The brigade commander turned around and ran to the command post, shouting as he ran: "Enter the position! Enter the position! Anti-tank guns and anti-tank gunners are ready! Bombardiers check ammunition!"

After the brigade commander left, Nelly turned to the chief of staff and said, "I'm going to fight too, you..."

She stopped and looked at the old secretary who fell in the trench.

After a brief silence, she reached out her hand and gently closed the old man's eyes, then took out the letter that was half stained with blood from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of her maid uniform.

Then she straightened her boat hat, held a Mosin-Nagant rifle that was taller than herself, and quickly moved along the trench. After a while, she came to the forefront of the shooting trench.

The old sergeant named Malouf was encouraging the new recruits in the shooting trench. When he saw Nellie appearing, he exclaimed: "Why did you get to the shooting trench? Go to the back! You heard someone calling 'nurse' and come to rescue us!"

Nellie patted the Mosin Nagant in her hand.

Maloof: "Nonsense! Look at how many waves we have here! Are you missing your Mosin Nagant? We know you represent the general here, but..."

The grenade fired by the Prosen tank exploded behind Malov. Zaitsev, who was lying next to Malov, turned around and glanced: "What the hell did this explode? Our machine gun didn't fire! No, we are here There’s no machine gun either?”

Malouf patted him on the head: "It's just to scare new recruits like you! The machine guns will shoot at you later!"

Before he finished speaking, Proson's tank opened fire, and bullets passed over the heads of the soldiers like a storm. At this time, no matter the recruits or veterans, even Malouf himself shrank his neck.

"See!" he shouted. "That's it. That's suppressive fire."

Even for warriors who have been in battle for a long time, the body's instinct to avoid harm will not change. If a large number of bullets are fired around, most of them will still experience a surge of adrenaline and an accelerated heart rate.

People who are afraid of death will simply shrink into a ball and not even be able to shoot.

Zaitsev: "What should we do in this situation?"

"Wait until the enemy approaches within 100 meters, then Bobosha will have a better hit. Before that, the machine gun will block the enemy's infantry." Malov patted Zaitsev on the shoulder.

Then he noticed Nellie lying on the specially opened shooting port of the shooting trench, with the gun already set up.

"What are you doing? The anti-tank gun didn't fire, which means the enemy tank is still 500 meters away, and the enemy infantry is behind the tank. You now..."

Nellie ignored Malov and carefully adjusted the scale to the position of 700 meters.

Yes, the mechanical sight scale of the Mosin-Nagant can be set so far, and ordinary people don’t need this mark at all.

Then Nellie aimed the muzzle at the target.

At this distance, it is impossible to tell which black dot is the infantry and which is the officer by naked eyes, so Nellie just randomly chose a target.

She pulled the trigger.

Malov next to him commented: "The shooting posture is quite standard, and there is no phenomenon of the butt hitting the shoulder. But can you really shoot accurately at this distance, little girl?"

Nellie didn't answer, but Zaitsev shouted: "Down! An infantryman fell!"

Seeing the enemy fall, Nellie breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled the bolt, letting the shell fly out of the ejection window, bounced in the trench, and finally rolled to Malov's feet.

Malov stepped on the shell and squinted at Nellie.

At this time, she fired again.

The platoon leader ran over here and shouted: "Malov, why is there someone firing on your side? Tell her not to shoot!"

"We have a female sniper here!" Malov shouted, "We have already knocked down two people."

"Why didn't I hear that there were any female snipers joining?" The platoon leader walked closer and saw that it was Nellie, so he changed his words and said, "That's good, but it would be better if Miss Nellie could obey the trench discipline a little. When the enemy gets close, you can shoot the officers and the non-commissioned officers with submachine guns, and you can even shoot at the battle medals and iron crosses on them."

Those with battle medals may be the backbones who have returned from injuries, not to mention those with iron crosses.

Nellie nodded: "I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, just kill the Proson people." The platoon leader nodded and turned and walked back the way he came.

At this time, the anti-tank gun opened fire, indicating that the enemy tank had passed the target.

Malov lay on the edge of the trench, carefully poked his head out, and saw a Type 4 tank on fire.

"Good!" He shouted with a fist.

Of course, the Marine infantry also has anti-tank units equipped with 45mm small guns, but the anti-tank gun units on the beach are now equipped with ZIS3 76mm anti-tank guns. It is quite easy to penetrate the weakness of the Type 4 tank at a distance of 500 meters.

After all, the foundation of the Type 4 tank is there. After being equipped with a heavier long-barreled 75mm gun, there is little weight redundancy that can be used to strengthen the armor.

The second ZIS-3 armor-piercing shell hit a Type 3 tank, but it only stopped the tank.

The Plossen tanker ran out of the tank quickly and lay down on the spot to hide.

Obviously they are also familiar with this set of operations.

At the same time, several Type 4 tanks fired back, and explosions were immediately heard from the anti-tank gun position.

Malov: "Look at how reliable the bunker we worked on last night is! We must block the grenades from the Panzer IV!"

Before he finished speaking, another Panzer IV was hit, but this time the armor-piercing shells did not hit the weak point, and the angle was not good, so it was directly bounced off the front armor of the turret.

The Panzer IV continued to fire, and the anti-tank gun position was shrouded in smoke from the grenade explosion.

The Panzer III approached the trench while firing dense barrages.

When they passed the 200-meter target, the machine guns opened fire, and the crossfire suddenly made the infantry behind the tanks lie down, causing the entire assault formation to be out of touch.

The naval infantry grenade thrower hidden in the cat ear hole in front of the main firing trench immediately poked his head out and threw the first wave of incendiary bombs at the Panzer III tanks that were close at hand.

Several Panzer III tanks were immediately covered in flames.

A Type 3 tank with tactical number 143 was thrown onto the engine radiator cover. The tank stopped immediately, the turret hatch opened, and the commander stuck his head out with an MP40 to shoot the grenadier.

Nellie opened fire.

She had already adjusted the scale back to the default distance, and she fired the shot completely based on her feeling.

Captain Proson was shot in the head, and the bullet opened his head and broke the crossbeam of the earphone.

Nellie had just pulled the bolt when the Type 3 tank turret opened from the side door. It should be the gunner who got out and jumped off the tank to run.

So Nellie put the bullet into his back.

While pulling the bolt, Nellie heard Zaitsev next to her say, "Malov, why do I feel that the Mosin-Nagant is better than the PPSh?"

"That's because they are accurate, you should just use the PPSh!" Malov scolded.

Nellie shot another Sergeant Proson to death, then took out a handful of bullets from her pocket and placed them on the edge of the trench, and started to fire one by one.

Malov came over and said to her: "I'll help you load the magazine, you just focus on firing!"

"Please." Nellie said softly, and knocked down another sergeant Proson who was firing a submachine gun - the MP40 magazine is loaded vertically, and you have to support your upper body when you shoot while lying on the ground.

Malov loaded the magazine and stuffed it to Nellie.

At this time, the Proson people released smoke and began to retreat.

Zaitsev asked in surprise: "Is that all?"

"This is a tentative attack. Didn't you notice that the enemy is small in number? There are not many accompanying infantry, and the firepower preparation is also very casual." Malov said while loading the bullet, "If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow will be the real test."