At this time, Alsim had no time to look out the window, but the man who fired the bullet from the window was looking at the people inside the window, everyone.
Not only was the German squad leader who was knocked down by his headshot just now and died on the spot, but also Alsim, who could clearly see his face through another window from his own perspective, sniper shot with 3.5x optical magnification
The sniper who saw the man's face clearly in the mirror just grinned.
"It turns out it's you, the number one hunting dog next to Comrade Division Commander. The corpses you killed can be lined up from the end of the village to the end of the village."
".Is he that powerful? Who is that person? Have you seen him?"
The observer beside him heard this whisper, and immediately tried to find the target with the telescope in his hand, but in the end he had no choice but to ask questions.
"That's him. Alsim, the company commander of the combat engineers, can't be wrong. There are not many people in the entire division who have more individual kills than me. I remember him, and he ranks first among them.
This guy is simply a murderer from Siberia."
"Comrade Alsim Lenin is up there, and the naughty guy in that building is finished."
The sniper who didn't have much meaning in staying here decided to change his position. He immediately put away the SVT-40 semi-automatic sniper rifle in his hand, reached out and patted the Mosin Nagant sniper rifle on his back, and was lying on the ground with a telescope.
Balcony and observer's shoulder looking out onto the street.
"Change places, follow me to the roof, let's go!"
"The roof of the building? Are you sure there is a ladder to go up? This building feels like it is about to collapse."
"Shut up! You can find a way up without a ladder. Come with me."
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Alsim didn't know the location of the group of snipers who had just covered him. They were not members of the combat engineer unit.
The combat engineer unit, which specializes in street fighting, meat grinding and frontal close-in assault operations, is not equipped with snipers, which are support units at the platoon level in the leader's division. Therefore, the group of snipers who helped just now can only come from those mechanized
As a comrade in the infantry, Alsim didn't take it seriously. He just thought that he was doing a favor or robbed someone.
"Up! Be careful, squat down with the muzzle pointed upward, and take cover!"
Alsim made a gesture and before he finished his words, he didn't expect that the bastards upstairs were so disrespectful to him. Bullets rained down on his head and face, and then they struck like lightning.
Da da da da da——
Crack, crack, bang, bang—
"Damn it, Sokka! These guys are stupid! Load the grenade and throw it up with a delay! Get ready!"
If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine. If you don't eat the soft drink, you'll eat the hard drink.
If you want to be civilized to you and you are so fucking shameless, then don't blame me for giving you a big firecracker.
Click ding click ding——
A crisp sound of metal friction and collision suddenly came. At the entrance of the stairwell on the second floor, the German soldier who was picking up the STG44 assault rifle in his hand and firing downwards with the "African Black Uncle Marksmanship" suddenly froze, obviously.
After realizing something and noticing something was wrong with the sound, he quickly put the gun back, turned around and ran away.
But it was too late in the end. It would have been nice if the grenades that exploded in the narrow and confined indoor space, especially the Russian Maozi's F1 lemon grenade, were so easy to dodge.
Boom boom boom——
There were three loud explosions of grenades almost in a series, making it impossible to tell who was who.
The flames of the explosion had just faded away, and before the smoke and dust that filled the air had settled, a burst of grenades exploded, and a sturdy armored man with violent steps rushed up.
As soon as the fully automatic assault rifle in his hand rushed past the stairs, he immediately raised the gun and fired without saying a word.
All the humanoid targets lying or standing in the field of vision, filled with explosion smoke and dust, were all spared. They all ate free peanuts. Even those that were already hanging on the floor had to be picked up by a shuttle.
The medium-power rifle bullets whipped the corpse twice, which can be called "the most caring thing."
When the dust settled finally arrived, the scene before Alsim was another pile of corpses lying on the ground. The wounds of many corpses were still bleeding out like clear springs in the mountains, but they had already
There is no more anger.
"Search the room and guard the stairs personally to prevent the bastards from the third floor from going down."
boom--
Alsim, who was about to change the magazine of the rifle in his hand and gave an order at the same time, was halfway through his words when an unexpected sound of kicking the door came from behind. It was just after the battle, and he hadn't had time to tell the truth.
Thinking of going to a place to take care of.
Cha la la la la la -
A piercing roar like a chainsaw was the sound that Alsim heard immediately after him. At this time, it was too late to turn around and fight back. Alsim jumped up, rolling around on the spot and immediately dodged to the nearest distance.
Behind the entrance to the stairs.
At least, at least the German guy would temporarily lose the target in his sight.
Are you asking whether the wall behind you, which is used as a temporary bunker, can withstand shooting through the wall? To be honest, Alsim doesn’t know, but Alsim, who has done everything he can at this moment, obviously has no time to care about this.
.
"MG42! Cloth tearing machine! It's still alive!!!"
An unknown person's screams filled his ears, and Alsim, who was clenching his teeth, had already touched the grenade hanging on his waist, intending to risk the risk of accidental damage at close range to kill this bastard, and he had to do it quickly.
However, a scene that Alsim didn't expect just now happened again.
call out--
Well!!!
boom--
The bullet penetrated the helmet, splitting the brain, and even hit metal against metal for a moment. Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of the sonic gun that pierced the sky over the battlefield was only a little slower, and it was worthy of the attack.
At the critical moment, Alsim's team was rescued once again. The rescuer who could always seize the critical moment still came from the window, the same group of snipers who had just "robbed the head".
Although there is no direct evidence that it is definitely the same person, Alsim, who trusts his intuition, believes that the general direction of the two gunshots is the same, not to mention the gunfire of SVT-40, which makes Alsim even more convinced.
My own intuition determined that it was the "acquaintance" just now.
The tall German machine gunner, who was at least 1.83 meters tall, was killed on the spot.
The drum MG42 that he had just held in his arms and violently fired from the waist, surrounded by hot bullet casings, was now lying in a pool of blood.
There is no point in continuing to look at this half-headed corpse that occasionally kicks its legs and twitches its nerves twice.
Subconsciously turning his head to glance at the direction where the gunshots came from, Alsim realized that the unlucky Nazi machine gunner was next to a bedroom with a wide open door, and the north-south transparent bedroom windows of this apartment were facing
At the door, the fatal 7.62mm full-power rifle bullet was still shot from the window, exactly the same as before.
Perhaps it was the other party's intention. Alsim was sure that his eyesight was not blurry, and he saw mirror reflections flashing on the roof of the opposite building. This way of greeting friendly troops is quite unique.
Not common.
"You succeeded! Boris, this is the eighteenth today! That Alsim must owe you a big favor this time."