The drizzle of rain continued to fall along the brim of the helmet. The cold breath that wetted the whole body from the rain swept over the trembling body, but the weapon tightly held in the hand was still spitting out fiery tongues of fire, firing bullets of hatred.
Facing another group of people with the same occupation but completely different beliefs opposite, the sounds of gunfire and gunfire echoed in the rain.
The German soldiers cursed the damn Russian weather and did not want to fight in such an environment.
Similarly, the Red Army soldiers on the defensive side also hated such a combat environment.
The continuously falling rain washed away the dust and burn marks on Malashenko's car, revealing the heavy armor that was riddled with bullet marks but not one part was completely penetrated.
The black muzzle was aimed at a slowly moving German Panzer IV tank a hundred meters away.
The huge battlefield losses and the incompetence of the armor of our own tanks made the German armored soldiers fighting in the Soviet Union complain. The front-line logistics support force temporarily attached 10 mm gap additional armor to this Panzer IV tank as the final solution.
But obviously, such temporary defense reinforcement was not enough to allow this Panzer IV tank to escape its doom.
"At one o'clock, the German's No. 4, kill it!"
boom--
The rapidly burning and expanding propellant fire exploded into a blazing flame in front of the black muzzle and spread out.
The raindrops falling in the air were blown away by the scorching muzzle air waves and changed their trajectory. The hot shells, which were barely wetted by the rain the moment they came out of the barrel, rushed towards the target with a shrill scream. This car, as an invader,
The fate of the Panzer IV that set foot on Soviet territory ended here.
boom--
The extremely powerful ammunition exploded and shattered the entire tank body, and the short turret was lifted into the air like a rocket.
The German soldiers who were kneeling on the rainy and muddy road had no time to react. The scorching hot air wave swept away in an instant and directly blew away the entire squad that surrounded the Panzer IV tank and used infantry-tank coordinated attack tactics.
German soldier.
The bodies that were disemboweled and shattered by the explosion flew backwards and fell into the rain, making no more noise. But more of them were the sounds of those German soldiers who were not completely dead on the spot but were merely maimed by the explosion.
A shrill wail.
"Ah! Legs...my legs, Gordon, Stein, someone please save me...save me!"
The broken right leg, which was completely blown to pieces, exposed the oozing white bones. The rain washed down the blood quickly and quickly gathered into a small blood bubble on the uneven ground. The smaller part of the right leg that was blown off was half dead.
The owner was lying in the mud at least fifteen meters away, and the German soldiers whose screams could not be heard clearly could not care less about his broken leg that could never be saved.
Everything that happens 450 meters away can be seen through the PU 3.5x optical sight.
Wearing a tank soldier's fireproof combat uniform borrowed from the Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment as a raincoat and cloak, he lay still among the masonry ruins with many small stones used for camouflage on his body.
The Soviet sniper, who moved like a dead man, clutched the Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle in his hand, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to maximize the results.
The pitiful howls of their comrades made the German soldiers who were suppressed behind the surrounding bunkers feel frightened and unbearable at the same time.
A German soldier whose name was called several times hesitated and then took the rifle out of his hand and was about to rush out. The veteran squad leader hiding with him immediately raised his right arm to block him behind him.
"Are you crazy? He is already like that. He will die within three minutes of being rescued. You are still alive! There is no need to lose your life for a dying person!"
"But......"
The moment of quarrel provided the perfect opportunity for another German soldier with the same intention.
When no one reacted on the spot, the young German soldier slung his rifle behind his back and rushed out.
With his swift and agile steps, he dodged several bullets that were fired directly at him. His hands, which were only thinking about saving people, finally caught the half-part of his comrade whose lifeblood had been blown away. Just as he was preparing to exert force, there was a sound in the pouring rain.
The sound of gunfire, which was almost suppressed to the smallest decibel, ended all efforts in an instant.
boom--
"Well......"
Different from those later movies that depict the plot of agents, snipers in war rarely choose to shoot the enemy's head. Especially in this situation where wind and rain have a great impact on ballistics, the target is obvious and easier to shoot.
Hitting the upper body of the torso is obviously the top choice for defeating the enemy.
With a muzzle velocity of 860 meters per second, the sharp 7.62mm rifle bullet crossed the short distance of 450 meters and was accurately shot into the chest before the human brain could react.
By coincidence, the projectile that hit the ribs was forcibly changed in its forward trajectory and became unstable on the spot. After breaking the ribs, it continued to penetrate deep into the human body at an angle of 30 degrees with strong kinetic energy.
The entire right lung lobe was instantly shattered into pieces by the destabilized 7.62mm rifle bullet after changing its ballistic trajectory. The strong cavity effect directly fired a bullet larger than an adult's on the back of the German soldier who wanted to save his comrades.
The wounds were even bigger when a man clenched his fist.
The blood in my throat was blocked and I couldn't breathe at all. I felt like my chest was empty, as if something was missing.
The German soldier who wanted to save others unconsciously let go of his hands holding his comrade's collar, and instead grabbed his own throat and scratched hard to regain his breath.
The futile efforts only lasted less than five seconds before giving up completely. The life force evaporated at a speed that greatly exceeded the brain's reaction speed, and the severely injured body quickly reached the end of death.
What is slightly surprising is that the dead body kneeling on the ground did not fall down, but lowered its head like a statue and allowed the blood to flow and the rain to wash away.
The half of the body lying beside the knees of the corpse has long lost the breath of life, and the miserable cry just now has turned into a pair of lifeless eyes staring at the rainy sky above, seeming to be complaining about some unfair fate.
The Soviet sniper who killed the target with one shot remained calm, not even a trace of facial expression was touched.
His right hand, which was a little stiff from the cold, pulled the bolt of the gun which was even colder and abnormally cold, and with a sound that was too small to be noticed, he ejected the still warm cartridge case that was emitting a trace of white smoke.
Cursing the opponent's tactics as despicable and dirty is a pleasant compliment to the enemy. This unprecedented war of all-out efforts has already wiped out the last trace of humanity on the cruel battlefield.
All that is left is this hell on earth where people do whatever they can to kill people.