Chapter 2646 Sniper on the Line of Fire (Part 1)

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2646 Sniper on the Line of Fire (Part 1)

Sometimes, even in the most basic and simplest job, you may not know who you are working with and what work you work together.

But this does not mean that it has not happened, just like Boris and Alsim today.

"I knew him a long time ago. At that time, he was a squad leader, rolling in the pile of dead people in Stalingrad, looking for food from the smelly corpses. I have seen him more than once in my sniper lens. He is really good at it, and I can keep up with my youth."

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Alexey, an observer with Mosinnagan on his back, was stunned when he heard this. He had been partnering with Boris, the old guy, for so long, but he had never heard of this thing in the past.

"Is it true? Are you sure it's him? He has lived from Stalingrad until now, and he is a first-line infantryman. That is such an amazing tough guy."

After completing the sniper support mission, Boris moved and changed his shooting position again and walked in front, and his companion Alexey walked behind. Two Red Army veterans, one old and one young, cooperated to shuttle through the alley after the fierce battle, whispering in a low voice but not forgetting to keep vigilant.

"There are many people named Alsim, and few people came out of Stalingrad alive. I only know that the madman who meets the first two conditions and is so capable of killing. I only know that he is the only one, and that face and look are like a fake."

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As the saying goes, heroes have a special feeling of "emotional appreciation", although neither Alsim nor Boris treat themselves as so-called heroes.

But there is no doubt that the special feeling between these two people is real. When Boris took the initiative to expose the reflection of the sniper lens and greet him, he could see it from the look that Alsim cast.

"To be honest, he is much more capable than me. I just do a long-distance hunting job. That kid puts his tongue on the tip of the knife every day and licks it as candy. Until now, he has not lacked arms and legs, and it is simply incredible to jump around."

"I have asked him about this guy who has lived from Stalingrad to the present, from the time he fought the Finns to the present. By the way, can you imagine that there is a guy who has always been on the front line, and he can live from the time he fought the Finns to the present? I have never heard of a second one except him, at least we don't have one in the leader. I guess even if there are other places, I will choose one in a million."

Alsim's character is rough and unrestrained. On the battlefield, he is like a howling icy wind blowing in the harsh winter of Siberia in minus forty degrees Celsius. Any enemy touched by him will be frozen instantly and then shattered.

Boris had never dealt with Alsim directly. He just knew from other people's words and rumors about Alsim that this "crazy killer" from Siberia had a unruly and unruly personality that put life and death outside the limit.

Perhaps it is this kind of indifferent and obsessed with killing that can make him live until now.

Boris, who is good at thinking and likes to summarize his strengths from powerful and successful people, and then apply what he has learned, at least trying to apply what he has learned to improve himself.

However, the summary of Alsim is an exception. Boris is unlikely to learn this kind of catharsis and the violent murderous aura that gushs out from every pore in his body.

Whether it is a sharpshooter or a sniper, Boris doesn't care what others call him, but he knows that what he does is linked to low-key and hiddenness, which is completely contrary to the "successful example" like Alsim. What he can learn from Alsim, at least at present, is almost equivalent to none.

Holding the tank soldier's self-defense folding butt stock AK flipped through the broken window, jumped into the house and landed in a steady state, Boris raised his gun and looked around with a vigilant look.

He always has two guns on his body. Boris, one far and the other is close, doesn't like to use large automatic weapons. Although the firepower is strong, it is too big. It always feels inconvenient to carry it on his body when he is squatting and snipers. But if he is a pistol, the firepower is too weak.

Once a profession like a sniper that is very hatred is exposed, and the enemy firepower faced by a close force is not something that a small pistol can protect itself.

Boris, under the pressure of survival on the battlefield, could only give priority to solving the main contradictions, put aside the secondary contradictions, and chose a Bobosha who didn't like it so much, always felt that something was inconsistent, until the moment when the leader took over the first batch of mass-produced AK-44 assault rifles arrived.

"This gun is good. The buttstock can be folded and it can fire rifle bullets. It has a long range and strong firepower. It's such a good gun!"

Boris, who went to the shooting range to teach recruits to play guns that day, had just returned to the team, and happened to catch up with his company to receive a batch of the latest assault rifles for use in the dressing.

Boris, who was inevitably interested in new guns due to his professional characteristics, went up and played with them. He quickly picked out the rare number of new guns from the whole box, accounting for only a small part, but both the design ideas and the actual operation feel were refreshing.

I can't let go of it when I hold it in my hand and play with it. The love that appears in my eyes is uncovered.

"What, do you like? Want one?"

It happened to be issued a list of equipment acceptance on site. The company commander who was completing the handover procedures came over to see this. There was a No. 1 sniper famous for all divisions in his company. Of course, the company commander recognized it and was also an acquaintance, and had a good personal relationship.

Boris was not embarrassed or refusing when he heard this. Instead, he asked with surprise.

"Is that OK? Can you give me one? I don't have many things to do."

"It's really not much, and strictly speaking, it's not allocated to ordinary soldiers."

The company commander who signed the daimyo and handed it over to the quarantine officer on the equipment receipt list suddenly spoke, looking at Boris's slightly puzzled expression in front of him and said immediately.

"I have also seen it. There are a lot of new guns piled up here, but you only have two boxes of them in your hand."

"The superiors require that this new gun with a truncated barrel with a folding stock be distributed to special troops, such as tank soldiers. Of course, our infantry company does not have tanks, and this box is distributed to the drivers in the company. The space inside the car is small and the long gun cannot be used, and some cars have to go to the line of fire. This thing just corresponds to their needs. It is said that it was developed as a self-defense weapon for tank soldiers at first, and the space there is smaller."

"But that's it"

Looking at Comrade Bao, who was a little disappointed after hearing that this was a "exclusive weapon for special troops", he knew that this old guy was not very flamboyant and didn't like to deal with people very much, but he smiled immediately.

"You are the exception. You are one of the best snipers in our division and the elite in our company. Take this one away, I specially approved it, and it will be yours from now on."
Chapter completed!