From that day on, the old Boris, who liked the new and disliked the old, and who was somewhat of a "scumbag", abandoned his loyal and first-time wife, Bobosha, who had been with him for a long time. He "liked the new and disliked the old" and became a "glorious big pig"
Hoof", marrying the "new wife" - AK-44 short assault rifle.
Designed for use in narrow spaces, the AK-44 short assault rifle is made by a famous master and designed with the guidance of experts. It is really good. Whether it is portability or power, it has made me repeatedly try many self-defense weapons.
Boris couldn't put it down and said it was definitely the best.
In complex environments, such as when changing shooting positions in street fighting, you can't move forward with a sniper rifle that is long and covers the mechanical sights. As a survivor of Stalingrad, Boris knows very well how to use a sniper rifle.
How important is a handy self-defense weapon for a sniper?
Don't think that you are invincible just because you are good at sniping. At best, you have learned how to hit people.
But before you learn to hit someone, you must first learn to be beaten. This is basic common sense, and being fully reliable, which can also be called a strong ability to protect yourself, is the best way to learn to be beaten.
There is no doubt that the "new wife" AK-44 in his hand is the answer Boris is ultimately looking for.
This kind of thing is much smaller than a submachine gun when stored on the body, but its actual firepower is comparable to that of a light machine gun. It is simply a "dream lover".
After all, as he expected, he once again "dreams back to the meat grinder". After going round and round, Boris still inevitably enters the nightmarish street fighting battlefield. He is grateful that he has such an advantageous guy in his hands at this moment, instead of
Advance with a small pistol or some type of submachine gun that is too bulky and large for a sniper.
"There seems to be no one. Have all the Germans escaped? Or have they all been killed? This place was just swept by an infantry fighting vehicle cannon."
Alexey, the observer who climbed through the window and jumped into the house after Boris, whispered softly. The house in front of him was in a mess. There were smashed and overturned furniture and wood debris everywhere. It didn't look like there were any enemy activities.
It seemed that except for the sound of crossfire coming from outside the house, the whole house was almost eerily quiet.
"If you ever think that all the Germans are dead, you will die before them."
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Leng Buding ran into another problem with Boris. Alexey, who was almost completely opposite to Boris in terms of personality, was very uncomfortable with it at first. He was always being treated by this old guy like he was lecturing his grandson in all kinds of weird ways.
However, after seeing Boris' abilities and spending more and more time together, and getting to know each other, I realized that this old guy is quite warm-hearted in nature, and Alexey, who should be considered a sharp-tongued person, got used to it.
Just as Boris sprayed him like this first, Alexey, who pretended not to have heard, was still sitting and doing what he was supposed to do, holding tightly the short assault rifle that was exactly the same as the one in Boris's hand, vigilantly
He glanced around.
"Go upstairs. I just heard something moving on the third floor of this building. Go take a look."
Boris, who turned on the mute mode, turned to gesture to Alexei. Alexei, who had been working together with this old guy since the fight against Stalingrad, to Boris was "you"
As soon as you stick your ass out, I know what kind of shit you are pooping and what kind of fart you are making.” It is extremely easy to understand the meaning of Boris’s gesture.
The two members of a sniper team then moved in tandem, keeping vigilant, toward the latest shooting position that Boris had chosen, which was also a commanding height within easy reach.
Alexey, who was holding the rifle tightly in his hand, walked in front. It was not that Boris was cunning and deliberately let the young man stand in front and die, but Alexey had always felt that although Boris was experienced and had excellent sniper marksmanship,
In terms of physical strength and reaction speed, he is no match for his younger self.
This was proven in the automatic weapons rapid target shooting competition. Old Boris also admitted that he was not as good as Alexey, a young man, in terms of melee automatic weapons shooting.
After all, I am almost fifty, and have passed my prime years.
If it weren't for his rich experience, outstanding ability, excellent marksmanship, and strong actual combat results to back him up, the leader division, a place where elites gather, would have had to make two decisions about whether he should have nearly half a hundred old men this year, and he would have been unable to follow.
It is also appropriate to leave the above aspects to young people. Boris, who has lived to this age, no longer has to deal with those "whatever, because of that".
If I can’t do it, I can’t do it. There’s no shame in living in old age. Face is not something that can be faked, but is earned through strength and recognition. This is one of the philosophies of life that Boris has summarized after living to this age.
"Wait a minute, there is movement ahead!"
Alexei in front instantly raised his hand to send a signal. Boris, who was walking quietly up the stairs behind him, saw this and stood in the hall below. He raised two fingers and waved a neat and coherent gesture.
"Go to both sides, spread out, and approach carefully."
"clear."
In accordance with Boris's request, Alexei, who had deep trust in the experienced Comrade Bao, took the lead in touching up from the left. Following closely, Boris, who was quietly walking upstairs, quietly moved forward along the right.
The sound came from the closed door in front of me. It sounded like someone was rummaging through the cabinets and sorting something out in the room.
But the sound stopped abruptly just now. When I reached the door, I couldn't hear any movement at all. I could hear my comrades downstairs shouting to the comrades on the street.
"Follow up! Keep moving forward, move fast!"
Alexei and Boris, who were so nervous that their palms were sweating, looked at each other. Boris, who tried to encourage Alexei with his eyes, nodded quietly, and then showed his left hand that he had just touched behind his buttocks.
The "Soviet Lemon" is already in the palm of your hand.
"clear!"
Alexey, who understood what Boris meant, quietly raised his left hand, his right hand still holding the handle of the gun tightly next to the trigger, and gradually stretched his left hand towards the tightly closed door handle without making any sound.
Alexey, who had completely touched the door handle with his left hand, glanced at Boris one last time. After receiving a positive answer, he mustered up the courage to gradually exert force inward and push quietly.
The wooden door seemed to be tightly closed, but it was not that tightly closed. It took almost no effort for Alexei to push open the door, which was actually ajar.
Everything was still quiet, and the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house was no longer heard.
Could it be that I was suspicious and misheard?
Alexey was a little doubtful whether there was anyone in the room, but the movements in his hands continued, until Boris, who was also concentrating and standing next to him, suddenly jumped up in brows.